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POEMS AND ESSAYS 
 
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TABLE OF CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Introduction Bishop Matthew Simpson.. 7 
 
 Love in the Land of Im- 
 mortals Henry W. Longfellow 9 
 
 Conscience William Shakespeare 13 
 
 A Thousand Years Walt Whitman 17 
 
 The True Healing Hypatia 22 
 
 Through the Crucible Joanna D'Arc 24 
 
 The Fires of Truth John Milton 27 
 
 Bring Flowers Mabel 29 
 
 The Valley of Peace Joseph Addison 30 
 
 Greater Works Robert Browning 33 
 
 The Poet's Song Lord Byron 36 
 
 Conquered Gautama Buddha 38 
 
 Rest Lydia Sigourney 40 
 
 Great Souls Charles Dickens 41 
 
 To One I Love Phoebe Gary 43 
 
 Celestial Land Felicia Hemans 44 
 
 Sweetheart Alfred Tennyson 46 
 
 Heavenly Gift Lilly Eicke 47 
 
 Spring Song Lucy Larcom 49 
 
 The Over Soul Hypatia 51 
 
 The Furies Dante 52 
 
 Three Angels Anonymous 54 
 
 The Blessed Mother Mary 55 
 
 Sing, Happy Bird Alice Gary 57 
 
 Invocation Helen of Troy 58 
 
 A Greeting Bobby Burns 60 
 
 Hymn Charles Wesley 61 
 
 Upward Lucy Gary 62 
 
 Thy Will Be Done Victor Hugo 64 
 
 My Bird of Faith Henry W. Longfellow 65 
 
 Love Constantina 66 
 
VI IKDEX 
 
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 Man Thou Shalt Never Die. Sir Walter Scott 68' 
 
 Beautiful Things Laceonia 71 
 
 God in Nature Lucoedea 73 
 
 An Inner Meaning Alexander Gremlin 74 
 
 My Prayer Anonymous 75 
 
 God's Ways Zenobia 76 
 
 My Queen of Song Anonymous 78 
 
 From Zone to Zone Mayah 79 
 
 Winter Fled Elizabeth B. Browning.... 81 
 
 The Ages Howard 82 
 
 The Iron Egg Anonymous 84 
 
 Exaltation Vesta 91 
 
 Heart of Grace be Unde- 
 
 filed Mother Mary 94 
 
 Star of Love Empress Josephine 95 
 
 Eternal Verities Eliza Cook 96 
 
 Celestial Visitants Leigh Hunt 98 
 
 Thought John Dryden 100 
 
 My Mother's Angel Facc.Bulwer-Lytton 101 
 
 The Jewels of a King Anonymous 103 
 
 Ye Seekers for the Light. ..Princess Mary of Conde....l08 
 
 Vanity Fair AVilliam M. Thackeray 109 
 
 When God is in the Heart. .Schiller Ill 
 
 Nature Percy Bysshe Shelley 113 
 
 Whisper it, Winds Samuel Taylor Coleridge. .114 
 
 Human Service Confucius 115 
 
 Power of God Catherine Beecher 117 
 
 The Forces of the Universe. Marcus Aurelius 119 
 
 Ministration Margaret Fuller 121 
 
 An Allegory John Bunyan 122 
 
 True Salvation Bishop Matthew Simpson. .125 
 
 Greeting Anonymous 128 
 
INTRODUCTION. 
 
 IT IS with great pleasure that the writer of these lines 
 responds to the invitation to prepare an introductory 
 message to the public that shall briefly state the object 
 and mission of this book. It is not necessary to point 
 out the arguments to a discerning and unbiased mind in 
 favor of the claims of modern spiritualism and of the 
 proofs which it gives of the existence of human intelli- 
 gences who have lived upon earth, and who have passed 
 to an immortal plane, for those who care to learn of this 
 truth will find ample for studying it to their satisfaction. 
 Therefore we shall start out with the premise that human 
 individuality is never lost, and that under favorable con- 
 ditions the entity that has passed through death and re- 
 tained its consciousness can communicate intelligently 
 with mortals. If one soul can do this, millions — with 
 equal opportunity — can do the same. 
 
 Some time since it was planned in the spiritual realm 
 that a band of advanced and refined intelligences, whose 
 names and works were familiar to all men, should return 
 and through a chosen instrument present to this muii- 
 dane sphere such productions as would from an intellec- 
 tual and literary standpoint give token of their continued 
 identity and personal power. Thus it happens that the 
 book, of which these lines constitute the preface, has 
 been prepared and sent forth upon the world. The wide 
 and versatile range of subjects, the variety of matter, 
 
8 ixtroductio:n". 
 
 scientific, literary, philosophical, poetical — all given by 
 the hand of one psychic who has served as the faithful 
 amanuensis of the communicating intelligences attest to 
 the Avonders and the power of spirit communications. 
 
 The illustrious names appended to these productions 
 may be found in history, and the compiler of this work 
 has no objection to a comparison of the articles and 
 poems of the book, with the productions which their 
 reputed authors left to posterity, for we know that the 
 internal evidence of the verity of the claims of the one 
 or the other will in most instances, if not in all, be 
 discerned. 
 
 It is with no hope of worldly reward that this book is 
 sent out, but with a spirit of obedience to the Divine to 
 quench not the light of the Spirit, and that thoughtful 
 minds may be strengthened by its perusal, that it is given 
 to the world. 
 
 Bishop Matthew Simpsoh. 
 
 Received May 1st, 1897. 
 
 P. S. About two hundred poems and essays, being part 
 of the matter referred to in this introduction, is reserved 
 for another volume, as it was supposed by the publisher 
 that the volume would be too large, therefore it was 
 divided. But it is only fair to say that Bishop Simpson's 
 introduction was intended for all the poems and essays 
 given to me for the world, and it is hoped that the next 
 volume will soon appear. 
 
 Yours most respectfully, 
 
 Ira C. Fuller. 
 
LOVE IN THE LAND OF IMMORTALS. 
 
 SWING back, oh ye gates of the future, 
 Swing back, oh ye gates of the blest, 
 And show to the vision of mortals 
 The glorified mansions of rest! 
 Swing open ye gates of the city. 
 
 The city celestial and white. 
 That children of earth may encounter 
 Your beautiful valleys of light! 
 
 Swing open, oh gates on your portals, 
 
 Swing open that mortals may view 
 The land of the Sainted Immortals 
 
 Where peace reigneth holy and true ! 
 Keveal all your gardens of splendor. 
 
 Your rivers of purest delight, 
 Your beautiful souls, sweet and tender. 
 
 Enrobed in their garments of white! 
 
 Swing open, oh gates of the morning, 
 
 The gates of the beautful land, 
 Swing open while Love is adoring, 
 
 Each home by his masterful hand! 
 Swing open and show to the weary, 
 
 And show to the lonely and sad 
 Your prospects enchanting and cheery 
 
 Where only sweet comfort is had! 
 
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10 LOVE IK THE LAND OF IMMORTALS. 
 
 Swing open, oh hinges all golden, 
 
 Ye gates of the mystical world, 
 Where Spirits have never grown olden, 
 
 Where life is forever impearled 
 With beauty and light, and forever 
 
 The heart groweth youthful and bright, 
 Where sorrowing and suffering never 
 
 Appear any spirit to smite ! 
 
 Swing open, swing open. Oh Heaven, 
 And show to the children of earth 
 
 The joy that to Angels is given. 
 
 To all who have gained higher birth! 
 
 For Love in the land of immortals 
 
 Hath touched every heart with it's wand. 
 
 For Love at the Heavenly portals 
 Gives blessing with bountiful hand. 
 
 Oh sweet is the face of an Angel 
 
 Whose soul has been quickened by love ! 
 Oh blessed the work of evangel 
 
 Who dwells in the gardens above, 
 Who comes on the wings of the morning 
 
 Some faint stricken soul to relieve, 
 Who comes with the tenderest warning 
 
 To guide all who care to receive ! 
 
 Oh holy and pure is the mission 
 Of souls in the realms of the blest. 
 
 Who come with a kind supervision 
 To soothe every sufferer's breast! 
 
LOVE 12^ THE LAiq-D OF IMMORTALS. 11 
 
 Oh brighter than pictures of beauty, 
 
 Oh fairer than gems of the mine, 
 Are souls that are guided by duty. 
 
 Whose lives with devotion ere shine ! 
 
 The land of the pure and the holy. 
 
 The land of the good and the true 
 Is open to even the lowly. 
 
 Is open to me and to you. 
 And Love in the home of immortals 
 
 Is ever and ever ashine, 
 It streams through the heavenly portals 
 
 With holiness ever divine. 
 
 And Love in the Heavenly regions 
 
 Is ever a helper and friend. 
 It's comfort is given to legions, 
 
 It's mission hath never an end. 
 And Love is the ministring power 
 
 That wipeth all tears from each eye. 
 And Love is the Heavenly dower 
 
 That blesseth each life by and by. 
 
 And Love is the wonderful glory 
 
 That filleth the Heavens with light, 
 Repeat ye the marvelous story 
 
 That yonder is never more night, 
 Eepeat it ye prophets and sages 
 
 "No night and no darkness are there," 
 Repeat it ye listening ages 
 
 The Angels God's splendor can share ! 
 
12 LOVE IN THE LAI^D OF IMMORTALS. 
 
 For Love in the land of immortals 
 
 Gives light to each soul evermore, 
 The weary who sigh at its portals 
 
 Are welcomed as never before, 
 And Love is the master that bindeth 
 
 Their homes in the world of delight, 
 And Love is the power that gildeth 
 
 Their mansions and cities of light. 
 
 Oh Love is the wonderful token 
 
 Of God's precious promise divine 
 Oh Love that needs not to be spoken, 
 
 That sets in the Soul it's pure shine 
 Of God's precious promise that never 
 
 Shall darkness or sorrow be found 
 With Angels in heaven who ever, 
 
 Witli lillies and roses are crowned 
 
 Below all the evil and passion, 
 
 Below on the earth evil things 
 Of folly, ambition, and fashion. 
 
 Temptation, or error whose stings 
 Wound hearts till all broken and bleeding, 
 
 They wander alone in despair. 
 All efforts at succor unheeding 
 
 Not knowing that Angels are there. 
 
 But out in the regions celestial. 
 Where peace every mansion illumes, 
 
 No cares of the valleys terestrial 
 E'er darken the spirit that blooms 
 
COiq-SCIElTCE. 13 
 
 In radiance perfect and holy, 
 
 In odorous incense and light, 
 And they who on earth were but lowly 
 
 There reach to the loftiest height, 
 For Love in the land of Immortals 
 
 Makes everything tender and bright. 
 
 — Hen'ry Wordsworth Loi^gfellow. 
 
 CONSCIENCE. 
 
 THE guilty mind a coward is ; 
 It sees a foe in every spot. 
 Grim terror yawns in deep abyss 
 
 For him who hath the fearful lot 
 Of dwelling mid a host of foes, 
 
 Such as despair, or living dread 
 Of evil things, for on him grows 
 
 The thought of ills around him spread. 
 The guilty mind hath foes indeed 
 
 That smite and slay him with a breath. 
 That slay his peace and comfort, lead 
 
 His happiness to certain death. 
 Oh who would face the horror dark 
 
 Of accusation cold and stern. 
 That in his selfhood sets the mark 
 
 Of hellish flames that flare and burn? 
 Oh who would wrestle with despair 
 
 That throttles hope from day to day, 
 
14 CONSCIENCE. 
 
 That lurks within its mental lair 
 
 And never can be fought away? 
 Oh who would rise at early morn 
 
 From off his restless couch, to meet 
 The day's unhappy hours forlorn 
 
 Bereft of all things good and sweet? 
 Oh who would sink at eventide, 
 
 Upon a bed of thorns and briars, 
 Where misery on every side 
 
 Had lighted it's tormenting fires? 
 Oh who would dwell in scorching flames 
 
 By day and night, while hideous dreams 
 Revealed to him his mortal shames 
 
 With all pervading, scathing gleams? 
 Though he had gained a miser's store 
 
 With pomp or fame of lord or King, 
 Though he had climbed great mountains o'er, 
 
 And heard the welkin for him ring. 
 What recompense could e'er be given 
 
 For all his awful, direful gloom 
 Through which no gleam from highest Heaven 
 
 Could pierce with power to illume? 
 Though he had costly jewels piled 
 
 As high as Heaven's gates from earth. 
 Though he were deemed fair fortune's child 
 
 By every son of mortal birth, 
 If in his greed for gold or place, 
 
 If in his search for wealth or fame. 
 If in the mad uncertain race — 
 
 For heritage, or pride or name, 
 His deeds had slain the nobler part 
 
 Within his selfhood, while he stood 
 
CONSCIENCE. 15 
 
 A dealer in the open mart, 
 
 Where shame is bought in place of good, 
 No power can stir him into life 
 
 His manhood slain, while conscience shrinks 
 Back from the sight of Heaven again 
 
 And ever of its error thinks. 
 If such there be on any hand. 
 
 His is the misery and shame, 
 No honest pauper in the land 
 
 Would wish to rob him of his fame. 
 The toiling serf that seeks to do 
 
 His service faithfully and well. 
 Whose heart is warm with impulse true. 
 
 Whose tears of sympathy will swell 
 Whene'er he hears the doleful tales 
 
 Of brother men, in bonds or woe. 
 Whose kindness or his faults prevails, 
 
 Whose soul with pity is aglow, 
 Is happier by far than he 
 
 Who rolls in wealth, or rides on fame 
 If mayhap he by robbery 
 
 Hath gained his fortune and his name. 
 The poor man toiling in the field. 
 
 Though clothed in rags, may be a King, 
 For Love hath many such revealed, 
 
 And o'er their deeds the Angels sing. 
 Sweet conscience, fair as driven snow 
 
 Will in her purity approve 
 The heart that feels another's woe. 
 
 And binds its bruises up with Love. 
 Sweet conscience like a lilly blooms 
 
 Within the Soul that heeds her word. 
 
16 COJi'SCIEl^rCE. 
 
 She fills the Spirit with perfumes 
 
 That by her noble work is stirred. 
 Oh beautiful content may reign 
 
 Where conscience is a constant guest, — 
 When e'er her Spirit wears no stain 
 
 And heeded is her pure behest. 
 And he who walks with conscience clear 
 
 May sleep in peace altho' his bed 
 Be only barracks cold and drear, 
 
 With ne'er a roof above his head. 
 Oh he whose life is good and true. 
 
 Though but a beggar be in rags, 
 Though fortune play him tricks anew 
 
 And from his pathway ever lags. 
 He is a King of royal state, 
 
 A potentate of high degree, 
 His Soul is ever good and great, 
 
 A lordly royal creature he, 
 His sleep is sweet, his humble fare 
 
 Is relished by him night and morn, 
 The Loving Angels for him care, 
 
 Their gifts his lonely way adorn. 
 No coward he, he dares to face 
 
 The world from which he never fled. 
 What e'er may be his resting place 
 
 It folds an honest, manly head. 
 Thus is the hero, he who looks 
 
 Sweet conscience calmly in the eye, 
 Though he hath learning not from books. 
 
 Though fame and fortune passed him by 
 And he the coward who has dared 
 
 To slay, red-handed. Conscience Sweet, 
 
A THOUSAN"D YEARS. 17 
 
 He who hath not his manhood spared, 
 
 But dashed it from it's royal seat. 
 God pity they who cringe and fear 
 
 To meet the night or face the day, 
 Each hour to them is dark and drear. 
 
 No favor can their lives repay. 
 Oh seek for peace, for holy peace. 
 
 And never from the Truth depart. 
 That Heavenly joy may e'er increase 
 
 The blessings of the human heart. 
 
 — William Shakespeare. 
 
 A THOUSAND YEARS. 
 
 A THOUSAND years of suffering, 
 Of pain and anguish wild, 
 A thousand years of sorroAving 
 
 For every human child, 
 A thousand years of ignorance, 
 
 A thousand years of sin, 
 A thousand years of demon's dance. 
 
 The same of toil and din. 
 Such has the world been battling through,- 
 
 A thousand years of strife. 
 And struggling upward, onward too, 
 
 Towards a better life ; 
 And all the way is wet with tears 
 
 And strewn with stranded hearts. 
 
18 A TIIOUSAJ^D YEARS. 
 
 And all along the vanished years 
 Are signs of thorns and darts, 
 Through clouds of folly and of vice 
 
 Through storms of error black, 
 O'er mbuntain peaks of snow and ice 
 
 Man had to find his track, 
 And over all, the frowning skies 
 Have shown no gleam of light 
 For weary weeping human eyes 
 That closed in darkest night. 
 A thousand years the preachers say 
 
 Of God's unbending wrath 
 To curse the toiler day by day 
 
 Along his rugged path. 
 And then a thousand years of j)eace, 
 
 Of joy and comfort bright. 
 In which all beauty shall increase 
 
 And wisdom brought to light, 
 A thousand years of liberty 
 To dawn upon the world. 
 In which all humans shall be free 
 
 And freedom be unfurled 
 In lofty banners everywhere ; 
 A thousand years to come 
 In which no slave shall breathe the air, 
 
 No master beat his drum. 
 When woman shall arise in might 
 
 To fill her proper place. 
 An equal by the laws of right. 
 
 With man, whose will and grace 
 Will be to recognize her claim 
 And place her by his side, 
 
A THOUSAND YEARS. 19 
 
 An equal both by right and name 
 
 A comfort and a guide. 
 A thousand years of strife, at last, 
 
 Will be forever done; 
 The combats of the mighty past 
 
 Will have their victories won, 
 And slaughter bold and carnage drear 
 
 Will soon be known no more, 
 For men are growing human, dear. 
 
 As they've not been before. 
 The thousand years of selfish greed 
 
 Will soon be on the wing, 
 A thousand years of noble deed 
 
 Will grander ages bring. 
 Thus do the prophets prophesy, 
 
 Thus do the teachers teach. 
 Thus do the sages oft descry 
 
 The future, preachers preach. 
 And yet I know the world has had 
 
 Its noble men and grand. 
 It has revealed the good and bad 
 
 Alike on every hand. 
 And the old mother earth has been 
 
 Developing her power, 
 She sandwiched in the good between 
 
 The bad, of each dark hour. 
 And thus I know the ages past 
 
 Have had their weak and strong. 
 The good and bad could neither last, 
 
 But each have hastened on ; 
 Each has received its lesson here, 
 
 Humanity has gained 
 
20 A THOUSAND YEARS. 
 
 A nobler impulse year by year 
 
 By what man has attained, 
 And through the ages woe and strife 
 
 Have done their needed part 
 To purify the scheme of life, 
 
 To elevate the heart, 
 And happiness and concord, too, 
 
 Have helped the case to win. 
 And every day has brought to view 
 
 The cause of vice and sin; 
 And as we see it in the needs 
 
 Of human minds to grow, 
 Just like the tiny garden seeds 
 
 From darkened cells below. 
 From ignorance to knowledge sweet, 
 
 From error unto truth, 
 Climbing with steady onward feet 
 
 The aged and the youth. 
 So shall we find at last, that God 
 
 Is in the human soul. 
 He wields no bitter judgment rod 
 
 To force his stern control. 
 For God, the human god 's within. 
 
 And by his matchless power 
 He quickens good and stifles sin. 
 
 And fashions every hour 
 The human needs that call for light. 
 
 And make the soul reach out 
 Above the clouds of storm and night 
 
 Beyond the fields of doubt. 
 To find the larger life above 
 
 The holier power of good, 
 
A THOUSAND YEARS. 21 
 
 Where man is governed but by love 
 
 As only liumans should. 
 The God within is working sure, 
 
 His mills are grinding slow, 
 His patience will for aye endure, 
 
 His love will deeper grow, 
 And though it takes a thousand years 
 
 To free the world from strife, 
 His higher wisdom e'er appears, 
 
 His is the law of life. 
 And though a thousand years may pass 
 
 In discord or in sin. 
 Though man may wither like the grass. 
 
 Though all be suffering. 
 Yet human life is sweeping on. 
 
 Beyond the range of time 
 It mounts with lofty step and song 
 
 The heights of Truth sublime. 
 And though the shining age of gold 
 
 May not have yet appeared. 
 Though brothers have been bought and sold, 
 
 And slaves have cringed and feared, 
 Yet Liberty is in the world 
 
 And gaining progress, too. 
 Her mighty banner is unfurled 
 
 Her work is brought to view. 
 And though the coming time may bring 
 
 A thousand years of joy, 
 We, fellows all, may laugh and sing. 
 
 For we help to destroy 
 The sorrow and the pain, and all 
 
 That darkens of human life. 
 
22 THE TRUE HEALIKG. 
 
 Our very battles lift the pall 
 
 Of misery and strife. 
 And though the golden age shall be 
 
 In future days not hours, 
 Our souls can shout with ecstacy 
 
 That we employed our powers 
 To bring about the better day 
 
 For human heart and brain. 
 Then let us sing upon our way 
 
 With glad, exultant strain. 
 And make the world with music ring 
 
 For God is good and Good is King. 
 
 —Walt Whitman. 
 
 THE TRUE HEALING. 
 
 THERE is a balm for every ill," 
 A cure for human woes, 
 The dews of morning can instill 
 A freshness into all that grows. 
 
 Gear Nature opes her storehouse up 
 For all who care to enter in ; 
 
 She offers them the healing cup 
 That cleanses from all pain or sin. 
 
 He who in all things liveth pure 
 In thought and deed and habit too, 
 
 Will be from sickness kept secure, 
 Like blossoms fed on morning dew. 
 
THE TllUE HEALTKG. 23 
 
 IIo who in all things liveth right, 
 
 Is temperate of food and drink, 
 Who strives to walk within the light 
 
 Unmindful what his foes may think, 
 
 Will breed a health of mind and soul 
 
 Of body too, that will endure, 
 No early knell will o'er him toll, 
 
 Nature his living will insure. 
 
 And tho' he bears a heavy cross 
 
 Of want, or care, whate'er it be. 
 His spirit feels no sudden loss 
 
 Of patience or of harmony. 
 
 For health of body and of mind 
 
 Will make the heaviest burden light, 
 
 Such lives are neither weak nor blind, 
 
 Their sight and strength can pierce the night, 
 
 — Hypatia. 
 
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24 THROUGH THE CRUCIBLE. 
 
 THROUGH THE CRUCIBLE. 
 
 GREAT Souls, like gold, are tried 
 By fire's consuming heat. 
 Their better part is purified, 
 
 And thus becomes complete 
 In higher, better things. 
 
 Their inner natures thus aspire 
 Toward the holiest offerings 
 
 That Life can e'er desire. 
 Great souls are burnished bright 
 
 By fire's consuming flame. 
 They find enrolled in living light 
 
 Their destiny and name. 
 They never gain the goal, 
 
 Nor win the victor's crown, 
 Until in majesty of soul 
 
 They walk grief's pathway down. 
 And reach the furnace red 
 
 That glows with seven times heat 
 And feel its scorching at the head 
 
 And blistering at the feet. 
 Their forms may rise in smoke 
 
 Or into ashes fall. 
 Their lips may heaven invoke 
 
 And on the Angels call. 
 Their souls, if firm and true 
 
 AQd faithful to the right, 
 
THROUGH THE CRUCIBLE. 25 
 
 Will gain a grander view 
 
 Of God's eternal light. 
 No scorching flames can scar 
 
 The beauty of the Soul, 
 It gleams like morning star 
 
 From Life's divinest goal. 
 No torture can avail 
 
 To still the Spirit's song, 
 It grows exultant, though the wail 
 
 Of misery and wrong 
 Would quench its joyous strain, 
 
 For Grod is good and great 
 And through all woe and pain 
 
 His purpose grand can wait. 
 The martyrs of each age 
 
 Are those who suffer sore, 
 Whose battles bravely wage 
 
 For truth f orevermore : 
 They who have died for Man, 
 
 They who have Lived for Good, 
 They who do nobly plan 
 
 For Human Brotherhood ; 
 They who have borne the shock 
 
 Of martrydom and pain, 
 They who have led their flock 
 
 From strife to peace again ; 
 They who the hungry fed, 
 
 They who the sick restored, 
 All these have grandly spread 
 
 The blessings of the Lord. 
 And through the fire of woe 
 
 Their sympathy has grown 
 
26 THROUGH THE CRUCIBLE. 
 
 For all who sin below, 
 
 Or miss the Father's throne. 
 In history their name 
 
 May never blaze and shine, 
 Their deeds may be unknown to fame 
 
 In any age and clime, 
 And yet the soul that loves 
 
 Its fellows with their load, 
 In royal presence ever more 
 
 And walks a Kingly road, 
 "Who strives their load to ease, 
 
 Their burdens to remove, 
 'Tis he who doth the Angels please 
 
 And worthy of them prove. 
 And though consuming fire 
 
 Doth burn his body black, 
 His spirit, mounting higher 
 
 Along Life's shining track, 
 Will sing the loftier strains 
 
 For Liberty and Truth, 
 While He in rising gains 
 
 The joys of endless youth. 
 And though on earth the grief 
 
 Of sorrow burns his heart. 
 His soul shall find a sweet relief 
 
 From Misery's painful smart. 
 Oh then take courage, all 
 
 Who live for truth and right 
 The angels on you call 
 
 From mansions of delight. 
 And this their message sweet- 
 Be faithful unto death. 
 
THE FIRES OF TRUTH. 27 
 
 And though Life's sorrows beat, 
 
 Sing with your latest breath, 
 For fire alone refines, 
 
 What crucibles may hold, 
 The dross consumes, but shines 
 
 The everlasting gold. 
 
 — Joan:n^a D'Arc. 
 
 THE FIRES OF TRUTH 
 
 WE TUKN our eyes aloft, to view 
 The crest of Mount Tuniver, where 
 Its peaks reach to the heavenly blue, 
 
 And cleave the upper radiant air. 
 At first we see no startling sight, 
 
 The mount is veiled in azure haze. 
 But suddenly a tiny light 
 
 Bursts forth into a living blaze. 
 And, lo ! the mountain top is seen 
 
 To be a crest of flaming fire. 
 With no dull hand to come between 
 
 The altar and it's fierce desire. 
 What power hath kindled there the flame, 
 
 What hand hath fed it with it's oil 
 No mortal tongue can call the name, 
 
 No human action can it foil. 
 We gaze, and gaze in speechless awe 
 
 Upon that flaming, smokeless light. 
 
28 THE FIllES OF TRUTH. 
 
 And from it's view a lesson draw, 
 
 A lesson of eternal right. 
 From Mount Tuniver's craggy peaks, 
 
 From Mount Tuniver's lofty height 
 A thunder tone of wisdom speaks 
 
 In accents of supernal light, 
 ''Truth needs no human, feeble hand 
 
 To light her altar into flame. 
 Her fires are by Heaven fanned 
 
 And God Himself her powers proclaim,' 
 And they, though human in their fears, 
 
 Who strive to scale the mountain's side 
 To reach the crest where truth uprears 
 
 Her altar fires, shall find a guide 
 To lead them over crag and steep. 
 
 Until they gain the longed for goal. 
 "What though in pain they onward creep. 
 
 Their upward way is of the soul. 
 On Mount Tuniver nothing stands 
 
 Between the truth and heaven's blue dome; 
 On Mount Tuniver God's own hands 
 
 Will guide the toiler safely home; 
 For there His truth doth flame and blaze 
 
 In quenchless fire by night and day. 
 And they who reach it sing its praise. 
 
 And bless the Father's name alway; 
 And never more they roam in doubt, 
 
 No darkness o'er can pall with gloom 
 No power can put these fires out 
 
 From any Soul which they attune. 
 
 — John Milton, 
 
BRING FLOWERS. 29 
 
 BRING FLOWERS. 
 
 BRIXG flowers, sweet flowers, 
 To brighten the naming of baby to-day. 
 Oh pluck them from bowers 
 Where only the sweetest of all that is gay. 
 Are blooming and twining. 
 Perfuming and shining, 
 And driving all shadow of sorrow away. 
 
 Bring flowers, fresh flowers. 
 To weave into garlands of beauty and love, 
 
 To make all the hours 
 As fragrant and fair as an Eden above. 
 
 Sweet lillies and roses, 
 
 And beautiful posies 
 For baby, as sweet as the tenderest dove. 
 
 Bring flowers, rare flowers 
 For baby, the sweetest of all little fays. 
 
 All wet with bright showers, 
 And kissed by the brightest of sun's golden rays; 
 
 The purest and sweetest, 
 
 In fragrance completest. 
 Choice flowers that ever the Angels can praise. 
 
 Bring flowers, rich flowers. 
 For none are too good for our little one sweet. 
 
 These wonderful powers, 
 The Angels themselves may be glad to repeat. 
 
30 THE VALLEY OF PEACE. 
 
 Our Darling so smiling, 
 All sorrow beguiling, 
 Is comfort itself from her head to her feet. 
 
 Bring flowers, loved flowers. 
 For baby we christen this beautiful morn. 
 
 From radiant bowers 
 We bring them, her altar of love to adorn. 
 
 We crown her with sweetness. 
 
 In joy's full completeness. 
 And name her forever our beautiful *'Dawn." 
 
 — Mabel. 
 
 THE VALLEY OF PEACE. 
 
 THE beautiful valley of peace. 
 The valley of rich perfume. 
 The wonderful valley of peace, 
 
 All radiant with sweetest bloom ! 
 There flowers of beauty gi'ow. 
 
 Sweet blossoms of tenderest hue, 
 Their breezes all balmy blow 
 
 And life there is holy and true. 
 And the faces of those who dwell 
 
 In the beautiful valley of peace 
 Their story of conquest tell. 
 
 Their story of gladsome release 
 From the torments and tortures of hell, 
 
 Where sorrow and pain never cease. 
 
THE VALLEY OE PEACE. 31 
 
 Oh the wonderful valley of peace, 
 
 It lieth, my friend, fair and green 
 Where flowers of beauty increase 
 
 And life is forever serene! 
 It lieth the mountains beyond. 
 
 The mountains of discord and care, 
 And they who of conflict are fond 
 
 Can never its happiness share ; 
 Its skies are as sunny as light 
 
 And blue as the eyes of a child. 
 Its rivers are seas of delight 
 
 Upon which the Heavens have smiled, 
 And its meadows with verdure are bright, 
 
 And never by tempest defiled. 
 
 Of this wonderful valley I sing, 
 
 For lo ! it is open to all, 
 To all who will strife away fling 
 
 And hark to the musical call 
 Of Peace, who humanity loves, 
 
 Of Peace who is tender and sweet. 
 Her forests and meadows and groves 
 
 Are pure as an angel's retreat. 
 And there only blessings will come 
 
 To them who doth seek for her care. 
 And only the treasures of home 
 
 Are offered to them over there. 
 To them who no longer will roam 
 
 'Mid shadows of strife and despair. 
 
 Oh! the beautiful valley of peace 
 Is filled with the fragrance of balm, 
 
32 THE YALLET OF PEACE. 
 
 Its banks are like couches of ease, 
 
 Its streamlets are gentle and calm. 
 Its homes are like mansions of rest, 
 
 Where all who are weary may find 
 The joys of the happy and blest. 
 
 For comfort is there for mankind. 
 The voices of all who are there 
 
 Are sweet as the notes of a flute 
 That rises in tune on the air. 
 
 As thrilling as tones of a lute 
 Where sighing, sorrow and care 
 
 Like dumb, silent things remain mute. 
 
 Oh! the wonderful, beautiful vale! 
 
 No torrents of sorrow it knows. 
 It's people are rugged and hale. 
 
 It's gardens are sweet as the rose, 
 The mountains of woe are away, 
 
 The mounts of discord and sin 
 With all of their power to slay. 
 
 With all of their weakness and sin, 
 Are far from the valley of peace, 
 
 Are far from its beauty and light. 
 And they who would bickering ceaso, 
 
 May don its fair garments of white, 
 And they who in joy would increase 
 
 May live in its groves of delight. 
 
 Oh ! the valley so fragrant and fair 
 May be found in an hour or day, 
 
 Its entrance is found through prayer, 
 It's portal is not far away, 
 
GREATER WORKS. 33 
 
 111 conquest of self it is found, 
 
 And they who turn back from discord 
 With lilies and roses are crowned, 
 
 And robed for this vale of the Lord. 
 Through praying, and trusting, and Love 
 
 The valley of peace pure and sweet 
 A refuge and comfort will prove, 
 
 A home that in joy is replete, 
 As happy as kingdoms above 
 
 Where life evermore is complete. 
 
 — Joseph Addisok. 
 
 GREATER WORKS. 
 
 GREATER works," the Master said, 
 ** Shall ye do who follow me. 
 Ye who by truth are led. 
 
 Ye who of the Soul are free " 
 *' Greater works than I have done, 
 
 Not by miracle alone," 
 Spake the blessed. Holy One, 
 
 **But by power from the throne." 
 
 "Greater works" — the promise true 
 
 From his perfect, noble life. 
 He who made it surely knew 
 
 That the faithful could eclipse 
 E'en the work that he had done, 
 
 From the mountains to the sea, 
 He who shone above the sun 
 
 In His simple majesty. 
 
34 GREATER WORKS. 
 
 ^'Greater works," your lives shall show 
 
 Oh, ye faithful ones and true, 
 Life to ye shall be aglow 
 
 With the light forever new, 
 Streaming from the Father's throne ; 
 
 Love is God, and God is Love, 
 He shall claim you for his own, 
 
 In him shall ye live and move. 
 
 *' Greater works shall be outwrought 
 
 By yoar faithful words and deeds, 
 Matchless truth and holy thought 
 
 Shall ye give for human needs. 
 Greater works than I can do 
 
 Shall ye do who follow me, 
 Ye who to the light are true, 
 
 Ye who of the Soul are free. 
 
 "Greater works by hand and voice 
 
 Shall ye do for suffering, 
 Till the vales and hills rejoice. 
 
 Till the Heavens with gladness ring. 
 Greater works than I have done, 
 
 Shall ye do who faithful are. 
 Till God's kingdom ye have won. 
 
 Brighter than morn's flaming star." 
 
 "Greater works" — the promise given 
 Holds for ages, good and true 
 
 Whereso'er from earth to Heaven 
 May we find the faithful few 
 
GREATER WORKS. 35 
 
 Who are doing greater things 
 
 Than the Master did for all, 
 Easing mortal sufferings 
 
 Answering the sinner's call, 
 
 Casting out the evil thing 
 
 From the Spirit sore distressed, 
 Speeding Truth upon its wing 
 
 To the heart by error pressed. 
 Binding up the wounded limb. 
 
 Giving sight unto the blind. 
 Leading gently up to Him 
 
 All of weary human kind. 
 
 Who are seeking for the light, 
 
 Praying, hoping for the dawn 
 Of an era pure and bright. 
 
 That shall speed the ages on ; 
 Turning water into wine, 
 
 Feeding hungry multitudes 
 With the bread of life divine, 
 
 With the Soul's eternal goods. 
 
 Who of all the human race 
 
 Doetli greater works than these? 
 Who of any time or place 
 
 Thus the Master seeks to please? 
 Who in palace, hall or cot 
 
 ** Miracles," perform at will? 
 Who, whate'er his name or lot, 
 
 Bids the raging sea **be still?" 
 
3G THE poet's SON'G. 
 
 Yet if faithful to the light, 
 
 Faithful to the truth alone, 
 One may walk in pathways bright 
 
 Near unto the Father's throne, 
 And receive from Him at will 
 
 Power to work divinest good. 
 Seeking every Soul to fill 
 
 As He fed the multitude. 
 
 Oh ye arrant ones and weak, 
 
 Ye of churchly sect and creed. 
 Follow ye the Master meek 
 
 In His work for human need. 
 Nay, ye scout his simple ways, 
 
 '^^Ji y6 give not bread, but stone. 
 Nay —With all your prayers and praise 
 
 Ye are not among his own. 
 *' Greater works" ye cannot do. 
 
 For ye are not good and true. 
 
 — Egbert BROwiq^ii^^Q. 
 
 THE POETS SONG. 
 
 I RISE to greet the early dawn 
 When dew is on the lea. 
 My heart leaps forth to bless the morn 
 
 That brings such joy to me, 
 For beauty paints the eastern sky 
 
 With colors rich and rare, 
 While gray, cold shadows backward fly, 
 For Light himself is there. 
 
SONG. 37 
 
 He is the master spirit bold 
 
 That puts the dark to flight, 
 His fingers turn the world to gold, 
 
 All things from him are light, 
 I Avatch him climb the eastern hills 
 
 With steps of glory grand, 
 I see him touch the streams and rills 
 
 As with a masric wand. 
 
 "to^ 
 
 I watch the valleys laughing grow 
 
 With splendor from his kiss, 
 I watch the mountains all aglow 
 
 From crest to deep abyss. 
 The forests and the groves unite 
 
 In sounding forth his praise. 
 As every leaflet turns to light 
 
 Where e'er a sunbeam plays. 
 
 I rise at early morn to view 
 
 The glory of the world 
 As painted in the drop of dew. 
 
 Or in a leaf uncurled. 
 I rise to hear the matin song 
 
 Of birds in ecstasy, 
 While each his thrilling note prolongs 
 
 As if to silence me. 
 
 I listen to the insect's hum. 
 And watch his burnished wing, 
 
 I covet neither fife nor drum, 
 When hearing nature sing; 
 
38 CONQUERED. 
 
 I listen to the solemn speech 
 
 Of Ocean, deeply stirred, 
 No surpliced minister can preach 
 
 In such effective word. 
 
 I rise at early morn and praise 
 
 The good that life contains, 
 My kindling eyes I upward raise 
 
 Where Light its hold maintains ; 
 I cast all slavish fear aside ; 
 
 I feel that Heaven is mine, 
 I soar beyond all caste and pride 
 
 And know, Man is divine. 
 
 — Lord Byron. 
 
 CONQUERED. 
 
 HE who flees from passion wild, 
 He who conquers sin and pride, 
 He who, as a little child 
 
 Turning to the Holier Guide, 
 Leans upon the Loving breast 
 
 Of the Maker of all things. 
 Learns the happiness of rest 
 
 After weary sufferings. 
 He who triumphs over pain 
 
 By the force of Spirit strength, 
 He who breaks the galling chain 
 
 Binding him to vice, at length 
 
CONQUERED. 39 
 
 Gains the manly, Mystic power 
 
 To arise o'er things of dust, 
 He will grow in every hour 
 
 Nobly wise and Grandly Just. 
 He who treads the wily snakes 
 
 Of Temptation 'neath his feet, 
 He who every effort makes 
 
 To unfold a soul complete, 
 He the victory shall win 
 
 Over every foe at last, 
 He shall triumph over sin. 
 
 He shall quell each raging blast. 
 He v/ho loves his fellow men, 
 
 And to them his service gives. 
 Finds the law of Love again. 
 
 And a noble manhood lives. 
 He who ministers in peace 
 
 To the inward wants of all. 
 He their Spirits shall release 
 
 From the bondman's cruel thrall. 
 He who lives the holy life. 
 
 Life of truest sacrifice, 
 He shall rise above all strife. 
 
 He shall conquer and grow wise. 
 He alone is good and great, 
 
 AVho for love of brother man, 
 Can in patience work, and wait 
 
 The fulfillment of God's plan. 
 He alone is great and good, 
 
 AVho can seek an humble lot. 
 Asking but the humblest food 
 
 As his portion, murmuring notj 
 
40 REST 
 
 Yielding up his high estate, 
 
 E'en a diadem and throne, 
 Passing through it's outer gate 
 
 Like a mendicant alone, 
 To pursue his onward way 
 
 For his Brothers bound in chains, 
 Pointing them to endless day 
 
 Where eternal glory reigns. 
 
 — Gautama Buddha. 
 
 REST. 
 
 REST, weary body rest. 
 Thy earthly toil is o'er; 
 Lean thou on Mother Nature's breast 
 And dream of strife no more. 
 
 Rest, weary Spirit rest. 
 
 Thy cares now lay aside ; 
 Soar to the mansions of the blest 
 
 Among the purified. 
 
 Rest, surging heart and brain, 
 No longer throb and beat; 
 
 Turn now to Nature's life again 
 Where all is good and sweet. 
 
 Rest, weary Soul find rest. 
 From care and woe and strife. 
 
 Seek henceforth Soul to do thy best 
 In higher fields of life. 
 
GREAT SOULS. 41 
 
 Rest, all ye pulsing veins, 
 
 Rest and forget your care ; 
 The Soul is loosened of it's chains, 
 
 It finds the upper air. 
 
 Rest, toiler in the field, 
 
 Your work is now well done ; 
 God is thy happiness and shield, 
 
 Thou hast his blessing won. 
 
 Rest, soldier on the ground. 
 
 Thy battles are well fought ; 
 Thy Soul with victory is crowned. 
 
 Thy deeds are nobly wrought. 
 
 Rest, Spirit, rest in peace, 
 
 Yet onward in thy way ; 
 Thy benedictions shall increase. 
 
 Through realms of endless day. 
 
 — Lydia Sigourney. 
 
 GREAT SOULS. 
 
 GREAT souls are rare, 
 They shine like stars, 
 And all the world illume ; 
 They nobly bear, 
 The battle scars, 
 And wear the warrior's plume. 
 
42 GREAT SOULS. 
 
 Oreat souls ashine, 
 With courage grand, 
 Give token of their power; 
 Their Love divine, 
 On every hand, 
 Is manifest each hour. 
 
 Great souls march on 
 
 Through cloud and night, 
 They never know defeat; 
 Their spurs are won, 
 In freedom's fight. 
 Their victory is complete. 
 
 Great souls rejoice. 
 In human weal, 
 They battle for the right ; 
 And with one voice. 
 They loud reveal, 
 Their scorn of Mammon's might. 
 
 Great souls are born, 
 To bless the world. 
 They advocate God's laws; 
 And night and morn, 
 Their flag unfurled, 
 Proclaims their noble cause. 
 
 —Charles Dickei^s. 
 
TO 0:N^E I LOVE. 48 
 
 TO ONE I LOVE. 
 
 THERE is a heart so warm and true,- 
 It beats for you — it beats for you , 
 There is a Love that never dies, 
 Its rich possession one may prize. 
 
 There is a song that fills the heart, 
 To you its sweetness doth impart 
 A melody of perfect tune 
 In wintry night or summer noon. 
 
 There is a blessing of the soul, 
 To you it gives its full control; 
 Its benedictions fall complete 
 Upon you in their measures sweet 
 
 There is a holy blessed prayer, 
 For you it rises on the air. 
 Its pure petitions ever plead 
 For helpfulness in time of need. 
 
 There is a holiness and peace 
 That ever in pure joy increase, 
 They fill the soul with incense fair 
 And elevate it everywhere. 
 
 There is a gem of richest worth 
 
 More precious than the gems of earth. 
 
44 CELESTIAL LAND. 
 
 Its lustre is divine and true,— 
 
 It shines for you, it shines for you. 
 
 There is a diadem of love, 
 That flashes in the world above. 
 These gifts of friendship warm and true, 
 I bring to you, I bring to you. 
 
 — Phoebe Gary. 
 
 CELESTIAL LAND. 
 
 On LAND of light!— Oh home of rest 
 The weary sigh for thee. 
 The Mariner of east or west, 
 
 Who ploughs the stormy sea. 
 Looks upward through the clouds of night 
 
 For some pure beacon star. 
 And longs to see thy heavenly light 
 That shines through gates ajar. 
 
 Oh, land of peace thy zephyrs blow 
 
 Where gentle wavelets gleam. 
 Where perfumed blossoms sweetly grow 
 
 And life is one fair dream. 
 The suiferer of mortal birth. 
 
 Who pants for breath and air, 
 Looks longingly above the earth 
 
 To find thy gardens fair. 
 
CELESTIAL LAl^D. 45 
 
 Oh, land of harmony divine, 
 
 The sounds that thrill thy groves 
 In soft melodious strains combine 
 
 To bless the soul that roves 
 Above the din of noisome strifes 
 
 Amid supernal bowers, 
 AVhere harmony is Lord of life 
 
 And Life is filled with powers. 
 
 Oh, land of purity and Love, 
 
 Where Angels gladly dwell, 
 In homes of happiness above. 
 
 Where song is, "All is well!" 
 The weary hearts on earth desire 
 
 To find thy peace and joy. 
 Where love doth every soul inspire. 
 
 And cares can ne'er annoy. 
 
 Oh Bulah land ! Oh heavenly land ! 
 
 Celestial Cities gleam. 
 Mid fragrant groves on every nana, 
 
 By mountain and by stream. 
 Oh land of Hope ! Oh land Divine ! 
 
 To thee we turn for light. 
 We worship at thy holy shrine 
 
 Of Liberty and Right. 
 
 — Felicia IIeman^s. 
 
46 SWEETHEART. 
 
 SWEETHEART. 
 
 SHE sits upon her Royal seat, 
 My lady fair and sweet, 
 With roses in her hair. 
 A very Queen she is to me, 
 No grander Queen could ever be 
 So regal is her air. 
 
 And yet she never wore a crown, 
 Her hair is often shaken down 
 
 In ringlet or in curl. 
 No velvet robes she ever wore, 
 No golden scepter ever bore. 
 
 This rare and precious pearl. 
 
 No scarlet garment faced with down, 
 No ermine decorated gown 
 
 Did e'er her form adorn. 
 No jewels on her bosom shine, 
 And yet she is halfway divine. 
 
 My rose without a thorn. 
 
 She is my Queen who sits in state 
 
 And views the world both small and great 
 
 Through wonder open eyes. 
 More dear than all the world is she, 
 As beautiful as one can be, — 
 
 She is a dainty prize. 
 
HEAVENLY GIFT. 47 
 
 Not many years she's been alive, 
 My little Sweetheart— aged five, 
 
 But then, she's sure to grow, 
 And every year will add to her 
 Some wondrous grace, I do aver. 
 
 The fairies tell me so. 
 
 My dainty little queen of hearts, 
 New joy each day to me imparts, 
 
 As with her slender hands 
 She leads me through a happy maze 
 Of sunny hours and golden days, 
 
 In far-off rosy lands. 
 
 Oh may the angels bless her now, 
 And shed sweet light upon her brow ; 
 
 May life to her serene 
 Mow brightly on in sun and shade. 
 The fairest, sweetest little maid 
 
 My Heart's beloved Queen. 
 
 — Alfred TekinTYsok. 
 
 HEAVENLY GIFT. 
 
 LILLIES and roses and sweet scented things, 
 Such as the bowers of heaven illume. 
 Butterflies golden on airy wings. 
 
 Bright as the sunbeams that banish gloom; 
 Musical tones like the chiming of bells, 
 
 Sweet as the notes of iEolian lyre. 
 Wonderful music that rises and swells, 
 Such as the Angels alone can inspire. 
 
48 HEAVENLY GIFT. 
 
 These are the tokens of heavenly life 
 
 Falling in blessing on mortals below, 
 Raising them up from the tumult and strife, 
 
 Filling their souls with a beautiful glow ; 
 Roses of heaven that never have thorns, 
 
 Lillies of love that never decay, 
 Beautiful peace that the soul e'er adorns, 
 
 These are the gifts that we bring you to-day. 
 
 Violets blue as the sweet summer skies. 
 
 Daisies as bright as the sunbeams of May, 
 Blossoms all colored with wonderful dyes, 
 
 Making the gardens so brilliant and gay, 
 These are but tokens of infinite love. 
 
 Planted and nurtured by wisdom divine, 
 Such do we bring you from bowers above 
 
 Of the pure angels, a token and sign. 
 
 Friend of humanity, helper and guide, 
 
 You are beloved by the angels in bliss, 
 They in their purity walk by your side 
 
 Pressing your brow with love's holy kiss. 
 Angels of mercy and angels of peace, 
 
 Angels of goodness and Angels of truth. 
 They in their sympathy seek to increase 
 
 Blessings upon you with eternal Youth. 
 
 They in their bounty would crown you for aye. 
 Taking away all the weakness of age. 
 
 They are your helpers by night and by day. 
 They in your welfare forever engage. 
 
SPRING SONG. 49 
 
 Angels of purity, Angels of love, 
 Come at your bidding to help and to bless, 
 
 Angels of harmony come from above 
 
 Ever to guard you, with true tenderness. 
 
 Lillies and roses and other sweet things, 
 
 Sunbeams and music and everything bright, 
 These are but tokens of their offerings. 
 
 Beautiful angels who dwell in the light ; 
 Sweet are the bowers of bliss over there. 
 
 Waiting for you on the evergreen shore. 
 Bright is the Home that with them you shall share 
 
 Dwelling in joy, with thy Lord evermore. 
 
 — Lilly Eicke. 
 
 SPRING SONG. 
 
 LIFT up your heavenly voices. 
 Ye opening buds and flowers 
 All nature now rejoices 
 
 Through all the sunny hours ; 
 Lift up your tuneful measures 
 
 And sing a lofty strain, 
 For Nature heaps her treasures 
 Upon the world again. 
 
 Lift high your emerald banners. 
 Ye proud and stately trees. 
 
 Ye forests — sing hosannahs 
 To every passing breeze ; 
 
50 SPRING SOKG. 
 
 The reign of frost is over, 
 
 The rule of light is here, 
 It turns the springing clover 
 
 To wine-tints rich and clear. 
 
 Sing high ye birds that carrol 
 
 Upon each lofty bough. 
 Sing tunefully, and share all 
 
 My rapture even now; 
 For Spring is here with gladness. 
 
 Her bounding step is heard. 
 And Nature's tearful sadness 
 
 Is vanished at her word. 
 
 Sing, sing Oh happy Nature, 
 
 Sing, children one and all, 
 Let every living creature 
 
 Rejoice, though great or small; 
 For brooks are laughing brightly 
 
 O'er mossy banks and stones. 
 And queens of forests lightly 
 
 Ascend their sunlit thrones. 
 
 Eejoice, Oh youth and maiden. 
 
 Sing high in happy glee, 
 For Spring that cometh laden 
 
 With gifts for you and me ; 
 Oh praise the Heavenly Father 
 
 For all His gifts of Love, 
 Until wo all shall gather 
 
 Around His Throne above. 
 
 — Lucy Larcom. 
 
THE OVER SOUL. 51 
 
 THE OVER SOUL. 
 
 OH Great Majestic Being, Thou 
 Who moveth everywhere! 
 Before thy Throne we lowly bow 
 In deep adoring prayer. 
 
 Thou grand eternal Over Soul, 
 
 Intelligence Sublime. 
 Thy laws all worlds and suns control 
 
 Through every age and clime. 
 
 Thy word is written on the air 
 
 x^nd. in the mighty deep, 
 Mountains repeat it everywhere 
 
 And stars its message keep. 
 
 Thy throne of wisdom is not found 
 
 In far-olf Heavenly place, 
 Thy mighty works through life abound, 
 
 Thy throne is through all space. 
 
 Truth is thy handmaid, and her power 
 Goes forth in quenchless light. 
 
 To cope with ignorance each hour 
 And battle for the right. 
 
 Eternal Will, thy matchless law 
 Is felt on every hand, 
 
52 THE FURIES. 
 
 Thy Universe without a flaw 
 Ee veals thy purpose grand. 
 
 Thou art the arbiter of fate, 
 Thou Changeless Over Soul, 
 
 The same forever. Good and Great, 
 A Perfect, Matchless, Whole. 
 
 — Hypatia. 
 
 THE FURIES. 
 
 WHAT Furies flame within the breast 
 And scorch the soul with buried fires. 
 Where Passion forces its behest 
 
 And fills the heart with wild desires ! 
 What dark, engulfing shadows rest 
 
 Upon the lie by sin accursed. 
 Holding it from its highest-best, 
 
 Keeping it at its very worst ! 
 What hellish monsters squirm and crawl 
 
 Within the heart that feeds on slime 
 Of base desire, unholy all 
 
 The thoughts and motives of his time, 
 Like serpents, vices large and small 
 
 Spring into life within his lair. 
 At last to speed his downward fall 
 
 The lot of demons then to share ! 
 The scorpion's sting is sweet indeed 
 
 Compared unto the adder bite 
 Of quenchless Passions that do feed 
 
 Upon the soul they ever blight. 
 
THE FURIES. 63 
 
 The pangs of Hades will proceed 
 
 From evil promptings such as these, 
 They surely will the spirit lead 
 
 Away from flowery beds of ease 
 To flames of fiery, dark remorse 
 
 That scorch and blister every hour, 
 Where judgment rules with bendless force 
 
 And shows its grand unerring power; 
 Where arbiters, in accents hoarse. 
 
 Speak to the conscience of its flaw. 
 Where justice ever takes its course 
 
 And deals with never changing law. 
 Oh better were a de-n of beasts 
 
 Ten thousand times in fury thrown, 
 Than Hell's remorse, though chanting priests 
 
 Give shrives and masses, for alone 
 The soul must enter there, unfleeced, 
 
 Must go unclothed and face itself ! 
 Like one unbidden to the feast, 
 
 It finds that neither fame or pelf 
 Can aid it now, for evils past 
 
 Will upward spring and show their fangs. 
 While contemplation holds him fast 
 
 And conscience pierces him with pangs 
 That are not stilled, but ever last 
 
 Until remorse hath done its work 
 And over him its gloom hath cast. 
 
 He cannot from its bidding shirk 
 Till every farthing of his due 
 
 Is paid with interest deep and true. 
 
 — Dante. 
 
54: THREE AKGELS. 
 
 THREE ANGELS 
 
 THEEE Angels walk with silent step 
 The Earth and Heaven between. 
 And one is Life, and one is Death, 
 And one is Love serene. 
 
 The first is lilly crowned and fair, 
 Her eyes are bright with fire, 
 
 The sun has kissed her silken hair 
 With warm and glad desire. 
 
 She ever bears to waiting earth 
 
 An untried Human Life, 
 Assisting it to mortal birth 
 
 Upon this world of strife. 
 
 She leaves her tiny helpless charge 
 
 In palace home, or den, 
 Then hastens onward to enlarge 
 
 Her mission once again. 
 
 The second Angel wears a crown 
 
 Of stars upon his brow. 
 Before his name of wide renown 
 
 All ages dumbly bow. 
 
 His touch is tender and benign 
 
 For lo, it opes the way 
 Of everlasting peace divine 
 
 To weary Souls each day. 
 
THE BLESSED. 55 
 
 He bears the aged and the young 
 
 To higher realms afar, 
 His speech is soft as cherub's tongue, 
 
 His eye like flashing star. 
 
 And Angel number three attends 
 Both Life and Death each hour, 
 
 For Love is ever making friends 
 With sweet ^oersuasive power. 
 
 Her face is sweet, her song of joy 
 
 Kings on the ambient air, 
 Her heart is gold without alloy. 
 
 Her voice is heavenly prayer; 
 With Life or Death she leads the way 
 For Love is Lord of all, for aye. 
 
 — AnOI^Y3IOUS. 
 
 J- 
 THE BLESSED. 
 
 BLEST be the poor, in heart 
 They shall see God, and live 
 To sound the praises of His name 
 
 Who benedictions give; 
 They shall inherit more than earth, 
 
 Mansion in the skies. 
 For them sweet waters of delight 
 Shall flow in Paradise. 
 
 Blest be the meek, their days 
 
 Shall everlasting be. 
 Their influence shall live always 
 
 And bring sweet harmony ; 
 
56 THE BLESSED. 
 
 Their voices soft shall lessen wrath, 
 
 Their spirits shall subdue 
 The rude and haughty ones of earth, 
 
 With gentleness so true. 
 
 Blest be the chaste, their feet 
 
 Are set in virtue's path, 
 Their lives of purity and worth 
 
 A crown of honor hath ; 
 Their footsteps are inclined 
 
 Along the upward way 
 That leadeth to the King's domain 
 
 Of everlasting day. 
 
 The peacemakers how blest 
 
 Their lives shall ever prove. 
 Their souls are held in tenderness 
 
 By the strong hand of love ; 
 Their mission is the holy one 
 
 Of spreading harmony, 
 And banishing all war and din 
 
 From dear humanity. 
 
 The wise are blest, their days are sure 
 ^ To lengthen in the land, 
 
 All worry and folly disappear 
 Before their upraised hand. 
 Their path is one of progress high, 
 
 For wisdom leads aright, 
 And truth attends them day by day 
 To God's imperial height. 
 
 — Mother Mary, 
 
SII^G, HAPPY BIRD. 67 
 
 SING. HAPPY BIRD. 
 
 SING ! Sing ye happy birds ! 
 Carrol forth in glee 
 Merry songs unset to words, 
 Full of melody! 
 
 Sing ! Sing ye merry things ! 
 
 Life is full of sweet, 
 Poise upon your tiny wings 
 
 "Tweet," and ''Tweet," and "Tweet.' 
 
 Sing ! Sing ye little throats ! 
 
 Fill the air with song, 
 While its music softly floats 
 
 0*er the babbling throng. 
 
 Sing ! Sing ye songsters fair ! 
 
 Make the woods resound, 
 Fill the tinted sunlight air 
 
 With a gush of sound. 
 
 Sing ! Sing ye throbbing hearts ! 
 
 Thankful praise give God 
 For blessings he imparts. 
 
 Joyful that ye live. 
 
 Sing! Sing ye choristers! 
 Of the wood and field, 
 
INVOCATION. 
 
 Every warbler now avers 
 God is strength and shield. 
 
 Sing ! Sing when clouds arise ! 
 
 Let your music ring, 
 What though winter's in the skies 
 
 Coming soon is spring. 
 
 Sing! Sing ye happy birds! 
 
 Raise us from the dust 
 With your songs unset to words, 
 
 Full of hope and trust. 
 
 — Alice Carey. 
 
 ^ 
 
 INVOCATION. 
 
 GEANT this. Oh Lord of Light and Life 
 Unto thy servants here, 
 The grace to conquer worldly strife 
 
 And power to banish fear. 
 Grant unto each the holy gift 
 
 Of precious peace and hope. 
 Oh from the depths of passion lift 
 
 Thy children. Lord, and ope 
 The pathway of eternal truth 
 
 To every human soul ! 
 Instruct the minds of age and youth 
 
 And aid them to control 
 The lower forces of the v/orld, 
 
 Within themselves, we pray 
 
II^VOCATION. 59 
 
 That every soul may rest impearled 
 
 With strength, to conquer clay ! 
 Oh may each one be given power, 
 
 Until in fearless trust 
 Each soul shall triumph in an hour 
 
 O'er all the lowly dust! 
 Let thy fair kingdom, Lord, come down 
 
 From Heaven's imperial height. 
 And may the radiant, matchless crown, 
 
 All gemmed with Holy light 
 Of Truth Divine, be nobly set 
 
 Upon each lifted brow. 
 And may thy children ne'er forget, 
 
 Their comforter art Thou ! 
 May all the ages thankful be 
 
 For life, and strength and power 
 To breathe in fullest majesty 
 
 Thy atmxosphere each hour ! 
 We pray that perfect Love shall reign, 
 
 And banish want and hate. 
 That happiness shall conquer pain. 
 
 And God's own blest estate 
 Be known on earth as 'tis in Heaven 
 
 Where peace forever dwells. 
 Where music from the soul is given 
 
 And in One 23ean swells, 
 Of Holy praise dear Lord to thee. 
 
 Dear Father of all men. 
 In holiness and harmony 
 
 We honor Thee ! Amen. 
 
 — Helek of Troy. 
 
60 A GREETING, 
 
 A GREETING. 
 
 GUID Friend, I gie ye greeting now, 
 Fra Heaven's eternal shore. 
 An' bring ye flowers o' beauty, too, 
 
 Such as ye ne'er before 
 Hae seen in earthly gardens rare. 
 
 For they are o' the soul, 
 They blossom in the human heart. 
 That welcomes Love's control. 
 
 There's Heartsease for ye, sweet an' fair. 
 
 An' Pansies o' delight, 
 There's Rosebuds, gems o' beauty rare, 
 
 An' Lillies, pure an' white. 
 They tell o' peace an' happiness 
 
 An' all things dear an' fine 
 An' whisper tales o' happy days 
 
 Passed in the Auld Lang Syne. 
 
 These flowers that I bring fra Heaven 
 
 All red an' blue an' white, 
 I form into a posy fair 
 
 All gemmed wi' dewdrops bright, — 
 There's Daisies such as Scotia's fields 
 
 Reveal wi' crimson tips. 
 An' Go wans fine, an' Eglantine, 
 
 Wi' pouting, perfumed lips. 
 
HYM]^. 61 
 
 They tell o' modesty an' worth, 
 
 An' golden star-eyed truth, 
 Type o' the flowers that bloom on earth 
 
 To gladen age an' youth ; 
 I bring them to ye, mortal friend, 
 
 Wi' mony a smile o' cheer, 
 They've blossomed in my heart awa 
 
 For kindly ones so dear. 
 
 God bless ye friends, an' may your lives 
 
 Be ever sweet an' guid. 
 May all your days be full o' praise. 
 
 Your sel' well understood. 
 An' may each soul that seeks for truth, 
 
 An' who for wisdom yearns. 
 Remember sure, while time endures 
 
 His friend is 
 
 — Bobby Burks. 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 AIR, A CHARGE TO KEEP I HAVE. 
 
 SING high ye sons of God, 
 And praise his holy name, 
 Sound forth His wonders all abroad 
 And all his works proclaim. 
 
 While Nature's tuneful voice 
 Sings forth in flower and tree. 
 
 Let all the hearts of men rejoice 
 In all the good they see. 
 
62 UPWARD. 
 
 His everlasting power 
 
 Reveals through endless time 
 
 The beauty of our Heavenly dower, 
 The joys of truth sublime. 
 
 Praise Him ye heavenly hosts, 
 
 Praise Him ye sun and star. 
 Praise Him ye pure eternal ghosts, 
 
 Praise Him both near and far. 
 
 Sing high ye children all. 
 
 And you, ye birdlings, sing, 
 Praise Him all creatures great and small 
 
 Our everlasting King. 
 
 — Charles Wesley, 
 
 UPWARD. 
 
 THE song of the lark mounts upward 
 To pierce the very sky. 
 Its eager tone will soar above 
 To craggy mountains high. 
 And rising, ever rising, 
 
 Its happy thrilling note. 
 Mid Heavenly places and starry spaces. 
 At last doth sweetly float. 
 
 The eagle soareth upward 
 
 Above the lowly ground, 
 It builds its nest on mountain crest 
 
 Where God's pure air is found, 
 
UPWARD. 63 
 
 And rising, ever rising, 
 
 On upward rapid wing, 
 It spurns all bars, and seeks the stars, 
 
 Where morning cherubs sing. 
 
 The soul of aspiration. 
 
 In human breast below, 
 By might of love, will rise above 
 
 The clouds of sin and woe, 
 And rising, ever rising. 
 
 It seeks the Father's care. 
 Above the dust in boundless trust 
 
 It reaches Heavenly air. 
 
 The spirit though in prison, 
 
 That soars aloft in thought. 
 Can quell the flesh and start afresh 
 
 Toward the goal long sought. 
 And rising, ever rising, 
 
 In grandeur of the soul 
 It gains new power, each day and hour. 
 
 All passions to control. 
 
 The song of joy mounts upwards 
 
 From human hearts made free. 
 From tempters' wiles and error's ways, 
 
 From sin and infamy. 
 And rising, ever rising. 
 
 It sounds its note of praise. 
 In thankful love to God above, 
 
 For holiness and grace. 
 
 — Lucy Carey. 
 
64 ** THY WILL BE DONE. 
 
 "THY WILL BE DONE." 
 
 THY will be done, 
 Though mountains fall, 
 And oceans dry. 
 Though e'en the sun 
 
 Should leave the sky : 
 Thy will be done. 
 
 Thy will be done, 
 Creator, King! 
 
 Thy holy name 
 From every one 
 
 Eeceives acclaim: 
 Thy will be done. 
 
 Thy will be done. 
 Oh gracious Lord! 
 
 Thy Kingdom blest, 
 Be nobly won 
 
 At thy behest : 
 Thy will be done. 
 
 Thy will be done 
 Forever, Lord! 
 
 Thou whom our souls adore 
 All evil shun. 
 
 We praise thee evermore ; 
 Thy will be done. 
 
MY BIRD OF FAITH. 65 
 
 Thy will be done, 
 Though planets sink 
 
 To rise, oh, nevermore. 
 Our race be run 
 
 While thee our souls adore : 
 Thy will be done. 
 
 Thy will be done, 
 Though life itself be lost. 
 
 Thou art our guide and stay, 
 New life begun 
 
 Will lead us unto day : 
 Thy will be done. 
 
 Thy will be done 
 
 Oh, everlasting power! 
 Eternal boundless good ! 
 Omniscient Holy One ! 
 
 When thou art understood 
 Thy will shall then be done. 
 
 — Victor Hugo. 
 
 MY BIRD OF FAITH. 
 
 IT Cometh to me with its silvery wings, 
 It tempeth me in its flight, 
 We soar together through ether dim 
 To a land so pure and bright. 
 
 No longer I feel the cares of earth, 
 
 For I revel in beauty's light; 
 I am with my loved ones that passed away 
 
 To the life that knows no night. 
 
66 LOYE. 
 
 Oh! come again my pure sweet bird, 
 
 My heart is a-weary tonight, 
 I long to take a flight with thee 
 
 To the land that knows no blight. 
 
 Some day my bird will come for me 
 
 With its silvery wings of light, 
 And bear me away where the angels sing, 
 
 To the land of pure delight. 
 
 The beautiful land, the spirit land, 
 The land that knows no blight, 
 
 Where our loved ones gather around the throne, 
 The light, and the life of light. 
 
 — Hekry Wordsworth Loi^qfellow. 
 
 , LOVE. 
 
 MANY hearts are longing 
 For the break of day, 
 Many souls are thronging 
 
 Life's eternal way. 
 Darkness closely hovers 
 
 Over Souls in woe, 
 Gloom or sorrow covers 
 They who walk below. 
 
 In the path of error. 
 
 In the mire of fear. 
 Trembling in their terror 
 
 They bear burdens here, 
 
LOVE. 67 
 
 Bear with sigh and groaning, 
 
 Yet o'er all, above 
 All the weary moaning, 
 
 Shines the star of Love. 
 
 God is Good, His kindness 
 
 Shall extend to all; 
 Mortals in their blindness 
 
 Stumble oft, and fall. 
 Yet His hand outreacheth 
 
 To uplift and cheer. 
 He the lowly teacheth 
 
 In their sorrow here. 
 
 For by tribulation 
 
 They are purified, 
 They who crush temptation 
 
 Are more glorified 
 Than the Souls who never 
 
 Come in touch with sin, 
 And who ne'er endeavor 
 
 Victory to win. 
 
 God is good and holy. 
 
 And He reigns above. 
 He will bless the lowly. 
 
 For His name is Love ; 
 God is Good and gracious 
 
 He will open sure, 
 Mansions bright and spotless 
 
 For all who can endure. 
 
 — COJ^STANTIK. 
 
68 MAiq" THOU SHALT NEVER DIE. 
 
 MAN THOU SHALT NEVER DIE! 
 
 MAN, it is written on the heavens, 
 In flaming suns and stars, 
 The sunrise prints it on the East 
 
 Along the crimson bars. 
 The sunset paints it in the West 
 
 With golden finger tips, 
 Fair morning whispers it in joy 
 
 With downy fragrant lips. 
 The ocean sings it to the shore, 
 
 The shore responds again. 
 The mountains chant it to the sea, 
 
 And forests join the strain. 
 All nature sings the anthem sweet 
 
 From budding flower to tree. 
 The evening shadows soft repeat. 
 
 When twilight veils the lea. 
 The universe resounds again 
 
 With this immortal word, 
 And life re-echoes the refrain 
 
 On every hand it's heard, 
 **Man thou shall never, never die!" 
 
 This is the chorus grand, 
 *^ Eternal, destiny is thine," 
 
 Repeat it sea and land, 
 **Man thou shalt never, never die!" 
 
 Thy soul forever lives 
 
MAN THOU SHALT NEVER DIE. 69 
 
 And sweeps in grandeur through the sky, 
 
 For God the blessing gives. 
 Ye are a part of God himself, 
 
 Of great Infinitude, 
 Within thee lives a living breath 
 
 Of the Eternal Good; 
 Thy life can only be a whole 
 
 As joined in love to Him 
 Who is the Heavenly oversoul; 
 
 Through spaces grand or dim 
 Thy Spirit shall ascend or climb 
 
 To grandest life divine. 
 O'er mountain crags to heights sublime 
 
 Thy Soul shall throb and shine. 
 And ever onward to the source, 
 
 Of all that fashions life. 
 Thy Soul shall keep its upward course, 
 
 In spite of war or strife. 
 And ever upward to the throne 
 
 Of Wisdom, Truth, and Power, 
 Thy Soul shall make its progress known 
 
 Through every future hour. 
 Affection beats within thy heart. 
 
 It stirs within thy breast. 
 It makes the tender teardrop start. 
 
 It brings to life new zest. 
 It causes thee to nobly work 
 
 For others as for thee. 
 It leads thee duty ne'er to shirk. 
 
 It makes thee grand and free. 
 This of its self would make the man 
 
 A great Immortal Soul, 
 
70 MAN THOU SHALT i^EVER DIE. 
 
 Look thou aloft and clearly scan 
 
 Creation's noble scroll, 
 And thou slialt read without a blur, 
 
 In characters of light. 
 Infinitude can never err, 
 
 His purposes are right; 
 And He hath planned for all the race 
 
 Immortal selfhood grand. 
 He writes it on the human face, 
 
 He j)rints it in the hand. 
 Thy mind. Oh man, can never die. 
 
 Its intellect will grow 
 Forever, through the ages fly. 
 
 Its light will burn and glow, 
 Forever will it grasp the power 
 
 To reason and to think. 
 Thought is its grand immortal dower 
 
 That never more can sink. 
 Away from out thy clasp man 
 
 Thy soul shall ever be. 
 The noblest of creation's plan, 
 
 A thing divine and free. 
 Then take it up ye distant hills, 
 
 And you ye oceans wide. 
 Until the strain all Nature thrills 
 
 And rolls from every side ! 
 Then take it up ye matchless stars, 
 
 The wondrous sweet refrain. 
 And you, ye planetary cars. 
 
 Repeat the grandest strain, — 
 *'Man thou shalt never, never die." 
 
 Though planets cease to burn. 
 
BEAUTIFUL THINTtS. 71 
 
 Though night and day forever fly, 
 
 Though waves do not return, 
 The living soul shall onward speed 
 
 Along its upward flight. 
 And God himself its path will lead 
 
 Along the track of light. 
 "Man thou shalt never, never die," 
 
 The anthem rings from sea to sky. 
 
 — Sir Walter Scott. 
 
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 BEAUTIFUL THINGS. 
 
 THEEE are beautiful things that are never said, 
 Beautiful sentiments left unspoken. 
 Beautiful dreams that have never shed 
 
 Earthward a single, tender token ; 
 Beautiful thoughts that die on the air 
 
 Lacking the power of pure expression, 
 Beautiful, wonderful hints of prayer 
 Giving to earth no clear impression. 
 
 There are beautiful things that are never seen. 
 
 Gems that lie under the waters hidden, 
 Flowers that bloom in the dells, I ween, 
 
 AVhere only fairies to them are bidden; 
 Treasures of beauty all manifold. 
 
 Greater than man hath ever counted, 
 Riches on riches of shining gold, 
 
 Jewels in crowns that were never mounted. 
 
72 BEAUTIFUL THINGS. 
 
 Beautiful things that were never yet 
 
 Unto the outward kingdom given, 
 Beautiful images man might get 
 
 Fresh from the bountiful hand of heaven; 
 Beautiful poems in human hearts, 
 
 Poems yet never said or written, 
 Such as a wonderful light imparts 
 
 Unto the soul by affection smitten. 
 
 Wonderful things in music and art. 
 
 Songs that never have known the singing, 
 Music that carry a magic part. 
 
 Unto the world new powers bringing; 
 Never as yet hath mortals heard. 
 
 Never as yet have human voices 
 Echoed the musical strain or word 
 
 Such, as celestial souls, rejoices. 
 
 Beautiful things that stir and live, 
 
 Sweet aspirations all unspoken, 
 Beautiful, soulful things that give 
 
 Ever of holier life, a token ; 
 God in his wisdom created he them, 
 
 Blessings that float on the tide of our being, 
 Music and prayer and flower and gem 
 
 Kept from the earth for our spiritual seeing. 
 Poems and art and praises and singing, 
 Unto the soul, sweet benisons bringing. 
 
 — Laceonia. 
 
GOD IJS" JTATURE. 73 
 
 GOD IN NATURE. 
 
 GOD in the sunbeam glows, 
 God in the starshine gleams, 
 God in the blooming rose 
 
 Wakes the Fairy's dreams; 
 God in each atom small 
 
 Holds it to time and place, 
 God in the maple tall 
 Gives it divinest grace. 
 
 God in the mountain grand 
 
 Fashions the mighty pile, 
 God in the sea, on land. 
 
 Shines with His Holy smile; 
 He holds within His clasp 
 
 Oceans and tides. 
 Naught can escape His grasp, 
 
 All things He guides. 
 
 God through the universe 
 
 Breathes Life for aye. 
 Planets his law rehearse 
 
 By night and day; 
 God from the emerald sod 
 
 Smiles in each flower, 
 All things are formed of God, 
 
 His will the power. 
 
74 AJ^ INNER MEANING. 
 
 Filling the human soul 
 
 With boundless life, 
 Pointing it to the goal 
 
 Where peace is rife ; 
 Thrilling the human heart 
 
 With endless love, 
 Born of the better part 
 
 In heaven above. 
 
 God through all time and space 
 
 Moves calmly on. 
 Naught can disturb His place, 
 
 His power is strong ; 
 God in all nature lives. 
 
 His throne is there. 
 He boundless freedom gives 
 
 Life everywhere. 
 
 — LUCOEDEA. 
 
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 AN INNER MEANING. 
 
 THERE comes to my mind a legend, 
 A thing I had half forgot. 
 And whether I read it or dreamed it 
 
 Ah, well, it m.atters not ; — 
 It's said that in Heaven, at twilight, 
 
 A great bell softly swings. 
 And men may listen and harken to 
 
 The wondrous music it rings. 
 If he puts from the heart's inner chamber 
 
 All the passion, and pain, and strife, 
 
MY PRAYER. 75 
 
 Heart aches, and weary longings 
 
 That throb in the ^Dulses of life, 
 If thrust from his soul all hatred, 
 
 All thoughts of wicked things ; — 
 And I think there lies in this legend, 
 
 If we o^Den our eyes to see. 
 Somewhat of an inner meaning, 
 
 My friend, to you and me. 
 Let us look to our hearts and question, 
 
 "Can pure thoughts enter in 
 To a Soul, if it already be 
 
 The dwelling place of sin?'* 
 So then, let us ponder a little, 
 
 Let us look at our hearts and see 
 If the twilight bell of the angels 
 
 Would ring for you and me. 
 
 — Alexai^der Cremlii^. 
 Composed 433 B. C. 
 
 MY PRAYER. 
 
 HOW shall I right the wrongs 
 That round about me lie? 
 And how best my work to do 
 As the years so swiftly fly? 
 
 For my heart is faint and sick. 
 And my eyes oft fill with tears 
 
 To see the wrong keep down the right. 
 And hearts bowed down with fears. 
 
76 god's ways. 
 
 And I try to find the way 
 
 To give the doubting faith, 
 To cheer the sick, to help the sad. 
 
 To banish fear of death. 
 
 Thou Father above I pray 
 
 Grive us thy strength and love, 
 
 To help each one on the way 
 To brighter heights above, 
 
 That we may do thy will, 
 
 To help the fainting heart, 
 That we with truth may fill 
 
 The hungry, ere we part 
 To meet in after days 
 And sing thy glorious praise. 
 
 GOD'S WAYS. 
 
 GOD'S ways are wise and grand. 
 He moves by perfect law, 
 And though His works are keenly scanned 
 
 They yet reveal no flaw 
 To those who mark the whole 
 
 Of pattern and of scheme. 
 The greatness of the Over Soul 
 In every starry gleam. 
 
 God's ways are not the same 
 
 As finite ways of man, 
 For hidden ojlories flame 
 
 In each infinite plan, 
 
god's ways. 77 
 
 He moves along His course 
 
 Far-seeing to the end, 
 And plans with wisest force 
 
 To have all nature blend 
 
 In harmony with all 
 
 That life will yet achieve, 
 That discord may not fall 
 
 Between the warp and weave. 
 And hence there's no mistake, 
 
 Though sometimes it may seem 
 That failures, sorrows, make 
 
 Life but an empty dream. 
 
 God's ways are wise and just, 
 
 He holds within His hand 
 The highest and noblest trust 
 
 That Souls can e'er command. 
 His i^owers do e'er avail 
 
 To work the grandest ends 
 His wisdom and His truth prevail. 
 
 His Love all love transcends. 
 
 God's ways are grand always. 
 
 Though not as those of men. 
 He leads us by His holy ways 
 
 To paths of right again. 
 Then hail Him sons of earth, 
 
 And daughters praise His name. 
 Let all the world of mortal birth 
 
 His Holy works proclaim ! 
 
 — ZEiq^OBIA. 
 
78 MY QUEEK OF SOlfG. 
 
 MY QUEEN OF SONG. 
 
 AKOYAL Princess, fair is she, 
 One to the manor born, 
 A glorious creature, grand and free, 
 
 Bright as the summer's morn ; 
 I hear her singing low and sweet. 
 
 As time rolls swiftly on, 
 I lay my honors at her feet 
 This gifted Queen of song. 
 
 She has not wealth, or lineage high. 
 
 Though to the manor born, 
 Her's is a royalty of soul 
 
 That doth her state adorn, 
 She walks in poverty and toil. 
 
 As days all pass along, 
 And yet a child of royal soil 
 
 This cliarming Queen of song. 
 
 Where did I find her ? at the gate 
 
 With sweet patrician air, 
 She came to slowly pause and wait 
 
 My recognition there. 
 She lifted up her glorious voice. 
 
 Its wondrous notes prolong. 
 The rapture. Oh my soul rejoice 
 
 At this great Queen of song. 
 
FROM ZOJnTE to ZOiJ-E. 79 
 
 She sang to me of love and home, 
 
 Of all things sweet and dear, 
 I bade her heart no longer roam. 
 
 But find its solace here; 
 She dwells within my life alway 
 
 And shields me from all wrong, 
 She blesses me by night and day. 
 
 My Angel Qneen of song. 
 
 — Ai^O:N'YMOUS. 
 
 FROM ZONE TO ZONE. 
 
 FROM zone to zone the Spirit speeds 
 Along it's never ending course, 
 The human Soul on nectar feeds 
 
 And finds it's power in the source 
 Of Life that everlasting is. 
 
 There is no death, but only change, 
 The soul can rise from each abyss 
 
 And through the worlds of glory range. 
 
 From zone to zone as travels light 
 
 The Soul, that understands it's power. 
 May take it's onward, tireless flight 
 
 And only gain new strength each hour. 
 Eternity is none too long 
 
 For Spirits to experience life. 
 Creation sings it's matchless song 
 
 Mid worlds of peace or fields of strife. 
 
 From zone to zone the Ego Man 
 
 In wingless grandeur wends his way, 
 
 God in His universal plan 
 
 Provides his own with endless day; 
 
80 FROM ZOISTE TO ZONE. 
 
 Ten thousand years are as a mite 
 
 A fragment of Eternity, 
 A moment in the flaming light 
 
 Of Infinite Immensity. 
 
 From zone to zone, each world and star 
 
 Becomes a pathway for the Soul, 
 The gates of Life are left ajar, 
 
 For Man is part of Life's great whole; 
 From zone to zone the Ego soars 
 
 Impelled by inner force and will. 
 While God through all his being pours 
 
 The flaming currents of His skill. 
 
 From zone to zone each planet gives 
 
 Experience and work to man, 
 The Ego learning that he lives 
 
 Can all the works of Nature scan 
 And find a use and place for all. 
 
 The humblest and the mightiest, too. 
 No secret can the Soul appall, 
 
 For it hath all things yet in view. 
 
 Omega never can be found, 
 
 There is no end to boundless law 
 And Life forever, round on round. 
 
 Pursues it's course without a flaw. 
 From zone to zone the Spirit speeds 
 
 With endless search and tireless zeal, 
 It gains all impulse that it needs. 
 
 As Nature to it's sense reveals 
 The wonders of Infinite power. 
 
 And guides it on from hour to hour. 
 
 — Mayah. 
 
WINTER FLED. 81 
 
 WINTER FLED. 
 
 WINTER, cold winter has fled. 
 Oh, how he loathed to depart ! 
 Crowned with a frost wreath his head, 
 
 Cheerless and bitter his heart. 
 He was so stately and cold, 
 
 G-rand as a master of fate, 
 Grand as a monarch of old 
 Dwelling in majesty great. 
 
 Ermine his robes of pure white, 
 
 Frost-jewels gleamed on his brow, 
 Diamonds that flashed through the night 
 
 Covered his garments just now; 
 Sandals of beauty he wore 
 
 Shining with tints of the skies, 
 Frozen the smile that he bore. 
 
 Frozen the light of his eyes. 
 
 Winter, cold winter has fled, 
 
 Chased by a beautiful maid, 
 Gone is the crown from his head, 
 
 Low now his jewels are laid ; 
 Lost are the sandals he wore, 
 
 Vanished the robe of pure white, 
 Into the darkness ho bore 
 
 All of his grandeur and light. 
 
82 THE AGES. 
 
 AVinter, cold winter has fled, 
 
 Pelted by beautiful flowers, 
 Chased by sweet April he sped 
 
 Far from her glistening showers ; 
 lie who was stately and cold. 
 
 He who was gorgeous and great, 
 Just like a monarch of old. 
 
 Fell from his lofty estate. 
 
 "Winter, dear winter has gone, — 
 
 Spring with her beauty is here, 
 Hurrying tenderly on, 
 
 Bringing good comfort and cheer. 
 Gone is the Monarch of old, 
 
 Come is the queen of delight, 
 She in her garments of gold 
 
 Pleases the world with her light. 
 
 — Elizabeth Barrett Broayning, 
 
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 THE AGES. 
 
 THE ages march with even step 
 Ad own the corridors of time. 
 Each bears it's banner floating high 
 With pennon fluttering to the sky; 
 
 Each with a step sublime 
 Cloves with a strangely solemn air. 
 And leaves an impress everywhere, 
 In every place and clime. 
 
THE AGES. 81] 
 
 Each ago hath to it's Ime been true, 
 Each hath it's mission nobly wrought, 
 
 Till swinging cycles all complete 
 
 Their destiny did boldly meet; 
 
 And all the way has human thought 
 
 It's wondrous mystery revealed, 
 
 Till founts of language were unsealed 
 That to mankind hath treasures brought. 
 
 The ages marching line by line. 
 
 Have brought the Infinite to view, 
 The God that fills the universe 
 In grand revealments they rehearse, 
 
 His glories all divine and true, 
 Each following Age unfolds the scroll 
 That e'er interprets soul to soul, 
 
 God's mysteries forever new. 
 
 The ages hold their secrets well. 
 And yet the mind of mortal man 
 
 May search them out and fully learn 
 
 The source in which they live and burn; 
 The secret of their hidden plan, 
 
 And as the ages onward move 
 
 They to the thinkers nobly prove 
 Though earthly life is but a span, 
 
 Eternity forever lies 
 
 Beyond the gaze of mortal eyes. 
 That God Himself is all in all 
 Alpha Omega — Great and Small. 
 
 — Howard. 
 
84 THE IRON EGG. 
 
 THE IRON EGG. 
 
 IT was a liomely little thing, 
 In shape just like an egg, 
 A rounded, oval, iron ring 
 Without one single leg, 
 A child could hold it in his hand. 
 
 It was so small in size. 
 And e'en the poorest in the land 
 Might well its gift despise. 
 
 And so it was not very strange 
 
 That one to whom it came, 
 Should cast it forth with widest range, 
 
 Nor did he feel to blame ; 
 And others chancing to pass by, 
 
 Cast on the iron toy 
 A careless or a scornful eye, 
 
 But neither girl nor boy 
 
 Did lift it from its humble bed 
 
 Upon the sodden ground. 
 Until at last, from overhead. 
 
 White robed and lilly crowned. 
 An Angel fluttered to the earth 
 
 And stooped to gently raise 
 The iron egg of lowly birth. 
 
 With lofty song and praise. 
 
THE IRON EGG. 35 
 
 She stood within the pathway there, 
 
 A being pure and sweet, 
 With fragrant lillies in her hair, 
 
 And sandals on her feet; 
 She stood and waited for the lad 
 
 Who wished for wealth and power, 
 For him she kindly feeling had. 
 
 She loved him hour by hour. 
 
 He came at last all flushed with pride 
 
 And eager for a gift, 
 From his enchanting Angel guide 
 
 That from his path would lift 
 The chances of defeat in gain, 
 
 Of disappointment sad, 
 Of non success, of sorrows, pain. 
 
 This proud and happy lad. 
 
 The Angel glanced upon his face. 
 
 She scanned his gleaming eyes 
 To find therein a tender trace 
 
 Of Trust that never dies. 
 But faith in holy things and true 
 
 Had not for him a part. 
 His quest was of a worldly view. 
 
 Of fame and not of heart. 
 
 He spied the Angel in his road. 
 
 Sun kissed and lilly crowned, 
 A being from the King's abode 
 
 Her way to earth had found, 
 
86 THE IRON" EGG. 
 
 He saw her beauty and her light, 
 
 And in his haughty pride, 
 *'0h Angel give to me this night 
 
 Thy choicest gift!" he cried. 
 
 '*What wouldst thou have, Oh mortal son," 
 
 The Angel gently said. 
 "A gem more bright than ever shone 
 
 On Royal robes or head." 
 The Angel smiled — presumptions one 
 
 Thy wish will granted be. 
 "Behold a gem a kingdom won 
 
 For Kingly Royalty, 
 
 **And unto thee it shall be given. 
 
 This priceless jewel rare. 
 No Royal Kingdom short of Heaven 
 
 Can boast of gem so fair ; 
 Accept thou it. Oh, happy youth. 
 
 And wear it in thy breast, 
 A talisman of Love and Truth 
 
 To make thy spirit blest." 
 
 And as she spoke the Angel sweet. 
 
 Extended unto him. 
 This lad intending to compete 
 
 With Fate severe and grim. 
 The iron egg of homely mold 
 
 That lay within her grasp, 
 It bore no crest of burnished gold. 
 
 No shining jeweled clasp. 
 
THE IRON 1X40. 
 
 It lay within her dainty hand, 
 
 A crude unlovely thing, 
 No monarch sure in any land 
 
 Would choose the iron ring. 
 And in amazment at her word 
 
 The youth replied with scorn, 
 **Such mocking was never heard, 
 
 Such jewel may adorn, 
 
 "The scullion that may dig the soil. 
 
 Or delve in ditches vile. 
 But I am not a son of toil. 
 
 For Fates upon me smile, 
 And though you do not give to me 
 
 The jewel that I crave, 
 My journey will successful be. 
 
 For fortune guides the brave." 
 
 And with a look of sheer disdain. 
 
 He vanished with a bound. 
 Tossing the iron egg again 
 
 Upon the sodden ground. 
 Once more the Angel raised the toy. 
 
 With sad and gentle smile. 
 Sweet purity without alloy 
 
 That sin cannot besruile. 
 
 The youth who spurned the Angel's gift 
 
 Went forth on cao'cr winces, 
 He sought for fame and name to lift 
 
 Him to the rank of Kings, 
 
THE IRON EGG. 
 
 He craved for power to lead the van 
 
 Of autocrats — and fools, 
 Who seek to make their fellow man 
 
 Their cringing slaves and tools. 
 
 He sought for pomp and fleeting fame, 
 
 For affluence and power. 
 He sought a station and a name, 
 
 For millions as his dower. 
 And as he went he saw success 
 
 Before him everywhere, 
 And men and comrades did confess 
 
 Him great beyond compare. 
 
 But ere the seasons of his life 
 
 Did to their fulness grow, 
 He found contention, loss and strife 
 
 Did lay his coffers low, 
 And one by one his comrades all 
 
 Deserted him at last. 
 And they who at his beck and call 
 
 Had hastened strong and fast. 
 
 Refused to answer to him now, 
 
 Refused to cringe and bend. 
 No servant answered to his bow, 
 
 No man could call him friend. 
 For purity and honor too 
 
 Had all been lost by him. 
 Amid the struggles all untrue 
 
 Of trade severe and grim. 
 
THE IKON EGG. 89 
 
 And speculation's sordid self, 
 
 And greed so harsh and stern, 
 And Mighty Mammon's love of pelf, 
 
 Had each and all in turn 
 Contrived to rob him of his best, 
 
 His heritage and fame, 
 Until in trouble and unrest 
 
 He died without a name. 
 
 The Angel waited in her place 
 
 The iron egg in hand, 
 A beauteous being full of grace, 
 
 A star upon the land. 
 And soon a youth of quiet mien, 
 
 AYith courage in his eye. 
 And on his brow a light serene 
 
 Chanced to be passing by. 
 
 He saw the Angel by the way, 
 
 And paused with reverent air, 
 She was to him as bright as day, 
 
 A being wondrous fair, 
 But as she smiled upon him there, 
 
 His soul in courage grew, 
 And bowing gently once again 
 
 His guardian Soul he knew. 
 
 She placed the egg within his hand, — 
 
 "A treasure fair," she said, 
 *'It is a prize both rich and grand," — 
 
 He lowly bowed his head, 
 
90 THE IROK EGG. 
 
 *'Wear it within thy breast, youth!" 
 He smiled in sweet assent, 
 
 *'In honor live, with Love and Truth,"- 
 Again his head he bent. 
 
 He placed the egg within his breast 
 
 And passed along his way. 
 Seeking to live his very best 
 
 In honor day by day, 
 And though he lost the worldly track 
 
 To fame and great success, 
 He never gazed in longing back, 
 
 For his was happiness. 
 
 At length the day of want appeared. 
 
 His children cried for bread, 
 JSTot suffering for himself he feared, 
 
 Nor hardship did he dread. 
 But for the little ones he loved 
 
 He might be forced to beg. 
 But no — for in his memory moved 
 
 A thought of iron egg. 
 
 He brought it forth and looked it o'er, 
 
 And found a secret spring, 
 Such as he had not seen before, — 
 
 It made an opening. 
 And there within the casket lay 
 
 A gem of priceless worth. 
 That brought him riches day by day 
 
 While he remained on earth. 
 
EXALTATIOiq-. 91 
 
 EXALTATION. 
 
 AN Eagle poising in the sun 
 Far high in azure blue, 
 Its feathery plumage white and dun, 
 
 It's eye so clear and true, 
 Gazed down upon the barren ground 
 
 Then up into the air. 
 Then swiftly circling round and round. 
 It skimmed the cloudlets there. 
 
 Away it soared till human eye 
 
 Could follow it no more, 
 Away o'er crags and summits high 
 
 So proudly did it soar. 
 Till on the highest, topmost peak 
 
 Of all the mountain chain. 
 From which the roving eye might seek 
 
 Each field and meadow plain. 
 
 Upon the snowy mountain crest, 
 
 The eagle wild and free. 
 Did build it's lonely place of rest, — 
 
 An eyrie none could see, — 
 And there aloft from human ken 
 
 It raised it's tender young. 
 Far from the haunts of beasts and men, 
 
 It's notes of triumph rung. 
 
92 EXALTATION. 
 
 Amid the everlasting blue 
 
 Where golden clouds came down, 
 
 With morning light or evening dew- 
 Each like a shining crown 
 
 That capped the hoary mountain crest, 
 AYith beauty pure and fair, 
 
 The eagle guarded well it's nest. 
 Intrusion ne'er came there. 
 
 Amid the bright eternal calm 
 
 The eaglets gained their power, 
 No storm nor tempest did them harm, 
 
 They strengthened every hour, 
 Grew strong of wing and keen of sight, 
 
 Eejoicing in freedom's air. 
 And all the world to them was light, 
 
 No weakness anywhere. 
 
 A human spirit soared and soared 
 
 Above all earthly things. 
 It's soul in ecstacy outpoured. 
 
 While on etheral wings 
 It spurned the dull material clay. 
 
 The tumult and the din, — 
 Towards the light it sped away 
 
 From passion and from sin. 
 
 It floated in the boundless blue 
 
 And quaffed the liquid sun, 
 It bathed in morning's early dew 
 
 And e'er new conquest won. 
 
exaltatioinT. 93 
 
 It soared aloft on peak and height 
 
 Away from carnal quest, 
 Forever seeking for the light 
 
 To give it peace and rest. 
 
 On aspiration's pinions strong 
 
 That spirit soared away, 
 It's tuneful accents raised in song 
 
 No shadow could dismay, 
 It soared above the seething fires 
 
 Of selfishness and pain, 
 Away from evil's fierce desires. 
 
 From error's galling chains. 
 
 O'er mountain crag or rugged steeps. 
 
 That spirit soared afar. 
 To where eternl justice keeps, — 
 
 Beyond all sun and star. 
 It's holy vigils for the world 
 
 That's plunged in sorrow vast. 
 Awaiting truth by giants hurled 
 
 Against it's foes at last. 
 
 And there amid the lofty heights. 
 
 It found it's rightful home. 
 Where Liberty's eternal lights 
 
 Shine far from Heaven's high dome. 
 And there within the precious air 
 
 Of freedom for the mind, 
 That spirit grew in beauty rare 
 
 And left all sin behind. 
 
94 HEAIiT OF GRACE BE UNDEFILED. 
 
 Arise, Arise ye toiling ones 
 
 On aspiration's wings, 
 Ye are the daughters and the sons 
 
 Of Liberty, she flings 
 Her starry banner from the heights 
 
 And bid ye seek it's folds, 
 And for Justice, Truth and Right, 
 
 Love, now your need beholds. 
 Her shining plume will speed you on : 
 
 Arise and join her heavenly song. 
 
 — Vesta. 
 
 HEART OF GRACE BE UNDEFILED. 
 
 HEART of grace be undefiled, 
 Tender as a little child ! 
 Heart of grace be strong and calm. 
 Sweetened by Love's fragrant balm! 
 Heart of grace be grand and free 
 As the giant forest tree ! 
 Heart of grace be warm and true, — 
 Every passion now subdue ! 
 Soul of man be up and doing 
 Every mighty truth pursuing! 
 Soul of majesty and light 
 Spread thy wings and take thy flight. 
 Over mountain crag and crest 
 Till ye gain the mansions blest ! 
 
 — Mother Mary 
 
STAK OF LOVE. 95 
 
 STAR OF LOVE. 
 
 STAR of Love, oh, grandly shine 
 On this lowly earth of thine! 
 Shed thy radiant beams afar 
 Thou oh brilliant morning star! 
 Penetrate the chill and gloom 
 Of all darkness of the tomb, 
 Shed thy v/arming, golden light 
 Through the clouds of sorrow's night! 
 
 Star of Love, thy perfect ray 
 Changes dark to glorious day. 
 'N'eath thy power Lijustice fails, 
 'Neath thy warmth Oppression pales, 
 Thou canst fill the world with cheer. 
 Thou so holy doth appear, 
 Tyranny and error fly, 
 When thy glory draweth nigh. 
 
 Star of Love, thy mission true 
 Is to Heavenly peace renew 
 On the earth, that man may knovf 
 Heavenly harmony below. 
 Star of Love, thy work shall be 
 To dispense Fraternity, 
 That the brotherhood of man 
 May become the mortal plan. 
 
96 ETERN'AL VERITIES. 
 
 Star of Love, thy golden beams 
 Fill the human breast with dreams 
 Of the glorious age to be, 
 Season of sweet harmony, 
 AVhen the earth shall blossom fair 
 As a rose so rich and rare, 
 When the reign of greed shall go. 
 Banishing all sin and woe. 
 
 Star of Love, thou golden gem ! 
 Thou didst rise o'er Bethlehem! 
 Shine upon our planet now 
 Like a jewel on its brow, 
 Shine, and shine 'till human dross 
 Shall be counted human loss, 
 'Till all human destiny 
 Shall be lifted up to thee ! 
 
 — Empress JosEPHiiq-E. 
 
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 ETERNAL VERITIES. 
 YNASTIES rise and fall 
 
 Thrones crumble and decay, 
 And ruin hovers over all 
 
 That rests alone in clay. 
 The pride and pomp of kings 
 
 May totter in a night. 
 While wealth may take to wings 
 
 And stay not in it's flight. 
 
ETERNAL VERITIES. 97 
 
 The warrior who to-day 
 
 Is borne aloft to fame, 
 To-morroAV in the fray 
 
 May lose his place and name ; 
 The hero of an hour 
 
 May see his glory set, 
 The man of worldly power 
 
 May die without regret. 
 
 The splendor of a crown, 
 
 With jewels flashing bright, 
 May lose it's fair renown, 
 
 And yet be lost in night. 
 The pageantry and show 
 
 Of folly and of pride. 
 May into silence go, 
 
 Swept by oblivion's tide. 
 
 Such are the things of dust 
 
 That often change with time. 
 The Soul alone can trust 
 
 The majesty sublime 
 Of never ending power, 
 
 Of never ceasing light. 
 That through God's endless hour 
 
 Are never lost to sight. 
 
 What though dynasties fall. 
 
 What though a kingdom dies, 
 While truth is over all. 
 
 Eternal as the skies. 
 
98 CELESTIAL VISITANTS. 
 
 Though Folly, Pride and Fame 
 
 Roll back into the past, 
 While wisdom's quenchless flame 
 
 Eternally shall last. 
 
 What though the fleeting breath 
 
 Of show will pass away, 
 Though Pomp be lost in death, 
 
 And thrones fall to decay, 
 While Love forever towers — 
 
 And Justice ne'er sleep 
 And over all, Divinest powers 
 
 Their vigils ever keep. 
 
 — Eliza Cook. 
 
 CELESTIAL VISITANTS. 
 
 APPARELLED in celestial white 
 The loving Angels speed, 
 In chariots of golden light 
 
 Drawn by truth's fiery steed. 
 They bear the torch of progress on 
 
 And with it's living flame 
 Dispel the clouds of sin and wrong, 
 
 The fogs of doubt and shame. 
 Their beauteous faces all appear. 
 
 Like stars of holy light. 
 Their eyes of lustre, shining clear, 
 
 Are filled with sweet delight; 
 Their flowing tresses nobly crowned 
 
 With lillies sweet and fair. 
 While from their happy lips resound. 
 
 The tones of tuneful prayer. 
 
CELESTIAL VISITANTS. 99 
 
 From Heaven's clear ethereal blue, 
 
 They speed to earthly planes, 
 Their souls with eostacy anew 
 
 Chant love's imperial strains. 
 They come, these messengers of peace 
 
 To mortal hearts inspire. 
 To make earth's happiness increase. 
 
 And point each spirit higher. 
 And clouds of v>^itnesses appear 
 
 With helpful hope and light 
 Within the mortal atmosphere 
 
 To make it pure and bright. 
 They watch with tender pitying eyes 
 
 The struggles of mankind. 
 They seek to lead to Paradise 
 
 The lowly, weak, and blind, 
 To heal the sick and suffering, too, 
 
 Uplift the fallen one. 
 To ever bless with honor true 
 
 Each daughter and each son. 
 These living witnesses above 
 
 Of every work and deed 
 Bestow their holy, heavenly love, 
 
 While up and on they lead, 
 Those living witnesses of all. 
 
 Our hopes and pains and fears. 
 Oh may we listen to their call 
 
 While truth itself appears. 
 To light our pathway evermore 
 
 To God's eternal, golden shore. 
 
 — Leigh IIukt. 
 
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100 THOUGHT. 
 
 THOUGHT. 
 
 THOUGHTS take airy wings and fly 
 Like thistle downs upon the air, 
 Finding lodgement by and bye 
 In the mind receptive there 
 To the airy fleecy things. 
 
 Thoughts are born not in the brain 
 That expression to them gives, 
 
 They are links within the chain 
 Of Eternal Mind that lives 
 Lord of Lords and King of Kings. 
 
 Thoughts have souls that are alive, 
 Souls of consciousness and power. 
 
 Thoughts on impulse grow and thrive, 
 Intellect their only dower, 
 Thoughts eternal, fadeless are. 
 
 Thoughts are souls without a form. 
 Shapeless they until they reach 
 
 Into brains alive and warm. 
 
 Where they blossom into speech, — 
 Every thought is like a star ; 
 
 Brilliant, steadfast, constant, true, 
 Like a star in power and light 
 
MY mother's AITGEL FACE. 101 
 
 Every hour it's gleams renew, — 
 
 Stream in radiance warm and bright 
 Through the mighty universe. 
 
 Thought a glorious kingdom proves 
 
 That hath subjects of its own; 
 Intellect with order moves 
 From it's royal master's throne 
 While its power the stars rehearse. 
 
 — JoHN^ Drydek. 
 
 MY MOTHER'S ANGEL FACE. 
 
 1SEE it through the shadows shine, 
 The gloomy shades of death, 
 I see its tenderness divine, 
 I feel its gentle breath, 
 The loving eyes so pure and sweet 
 
 Filled with their holy grace. 
 The curving lips that on me smiled, — 
 My sainted Mother's face. 
 
 It smiles upon me when I sleep 
 
 And gives me happy dreams, 
 Its look pathetic when I weep, 
 
 A pure expression seems. 
 It shines in brightness when I wake 
 
 And greets me with the morn, 
 When star beams through the azure break. 
 
 It doth the night adorn. 
 
102 MY mother's akgel face. 
 
 My loving mother's angel face, 
 
 I see it night and clay, 
 Iler spirit from its heavenly place 
 
 Doth to my dwelling stray, 
 It watches o'er me through all gloom, 
 
 It lifts me from despair, 
 Aiid like a lilly white with bloom. 
 
 It gleams divinely fair. 
 
 My mother's face, my mother's face, 
 
 Oh, never hath their been 
 A countenance of shining grace 
 
 More like a tender queen. 
 My mother's face that shines on me 
 
 From out the glowing stars. 
 And heavenly gates of ecstacy 
 
 Unto my sight unbars. 
 
 Her mortal form was gently laid 
 
 Beneath the daisies fair. 
 And Oh! my heart was sore dismayed 
 
 To think her lying there. 
 But lo a gleam of light, and then 
 
 Came in the dear old place 
 With smiling lip and eyes again. 
 
 My mother's blessed face. 
 
 My mother's well remembered face 
 Oh, many a time and oft, 
 
 I see it crowned with dainty lace 
 And framed in meshes soft 
 
THE JEWELS OF A KIKG. 103 
 
 Of beautiful and snowy folds 
 
 That give it nameless grace, 
 And well I know that Love e'er holds 
 
 My Angel mother's face. 
 
 My sainted mother, Heaven smiled 
 
 When thou did upward go. 
 But Ah ! thou did not leave thy child 
 
 For thou art here, I know, 
 Though time should rob me of my all, 
 
 It never can efface 
 That tender image that I call 
 
 My mother's angel face. 
 
 — Bulwer-Lytton. 
 
 THE JEWELS OF A KING. 
 
 THERE were jewels in his diadem, 
 Each one was fastened there, 
 And claimed to be a gift of love 
 
 From courtiers grave and fair. 
 For when the monarch's golden crown 
 
 Was ready to be framed, 
 A herald, passing through the town 
 
 This message clear, proclaimed, 
 *'Ho ye who wish the Monarch well, 
 
 And have a gift for him 
 Where'er within his courts ye dwell. 
 
 In cloister old or dim. 
 Or in the outskirts of the town, 
 
 Or in its streets so gay, 
 
104 THE JEWELS OF A KING. 
 
 Bring ye a jewel for his crown 
 
 That shall be forged today. 
 Bring ye a large or tiny gem 
 
 It matters not," he said, 
 "A place upon his diadem, 
 
 To crown a royal head, 
 Your offering will surely find, 
 
 For he, your sire, and King 
 Will to each subject be most kind. 
 
 Who, but their best will bring. 
 Ho ye, ho ye, good people, true 
 
 And loyal to your liege. 
 Bring ye the best ye have in view 
 
 Nor let a foe besiege 
 His castle, or his garden wall, 
 
 Attend him with your zeal. 
 The good King loves you one and all 
 
 He will attend your weal. 
 Ho ye, ho ye, who have a gem, 
 
 A jewel or a stone 
 Of value for his diadem, 
 
 Convey it to the throne. 
 Convey it willingly and swift, 
 
 And freely make it known 
 It is a gladsome, cheerful gift, 
 
 A blessing of your own. 
 And bring it ere the close of day 
 
 Ere yet the sun goes down, 
 That it may find, a place ahvay 
 
 Ujoon the Monarch's crown." 
 And speedily the courtiers all 
 
 Secured a jewel fine, 
 
THE JEWELS OF A KIITG. 105 
 
 Their Monarch's senses to enthrall 
 
 With its resplenclant shine, 
 And each unto the palace bore 
 
 The gift that he or her 
 Meant for the King, who ne'er before 
 
 Created such a stir. 
 And gems there were of red and blue 
 
 As rubies or saphires, 
 And diamonds of faultless hue, 
 
 With rare, imprisoned fires. 
 While emeralds of flashing green 
 
 Found in that crown a place, 
 And pearls, the envy of a queen 
 
 The diadem did grace. 
 And by and by an humble class 
 
 Of subjects of the King, 
 Did crave their privilege to pass 
 
 That they a gift might bring ; 
 And here were stones of mottled brown, 
 
 Or gray or sombre hue. 
 Intended for the Monarch's crown. 
 
 By yeoman spirits true 
 Who had no aristocracy. 
 
 Nor works of great renown, 
 The humbler men and women they 
 
 Of all the mighty town. 
 And as they came in twos and threes. 
 
 Or singly one by one. 
 And brought with them a bracing breeze 
 
 And glimpses of the sun. 
 The courtiers mocked at them, and laughed 
 
 Their treasures all to scorn, 
 
106 ' THE JEWELS OF A KING. 
 
 And some derided, others cliafled, — 
 
 Such gems could not adorn 
 The diadem of Monarch proud 
 
 These courtiers all declared, 
 Until the sturdy, humble crowd 
 
 Did wonder how it dared 
 To bring the King their lowly gifts, 
 
 Their treasures, all they had, 
 Until their sovereign ruler lifts 
 
 His voice in praises glad ; 
 **Let none be sent away," he cried, 
 
 ''I love my subjects all, 
 Each treasure shall be glorified 
 
 However poor or small, 
 My peojole avIio have brought their best, 
 
 Have sought to honor me. 
 And I, their King, art truly blest 
 
 By their sweet loyalty. 
 I judge the treasure by the heart 
 
 And know ye, subjects mine, 
 
 prize far more than works of art 
 
 The humblest, smallest sign 
 Of loyalty and friendship true, 
 
 A pebble though it be, 
 It shines for me with lustrous hue 
 
 Emblem of constancy. 
 Know ye my subjects one and all 
 
 That in my peerless crown. 
 Each gift or token great or small 
 
 That ye have handed down. 
 Shall find its place and show its worth 
 
 Not as by mortals shown, 
 
THE JEWELS OF A KING. 107 
 
 But as by those of heavenly birth 
 
 Its value 's seen and known. 
 Know ye that some whose gifts are told 
 
 As priceless Jewels rare, 
 That cannot here be bought or sold 
 
 So costly they and fair, 
 Have only brought me baubles here, 
 
 Though flashing gems they be. 
 The baubles of inconstancy, 
 
 Of pride, or flattery; 
 And some who brought the dusky stone, 
 
 The mottled pebble too, 
 Have brought unto my precious throne 
 
 Their symbols, grand and true, 
 Of constancy and friendship dear. 
 
 Of faithful love, and sweet. 
 My crown will bear them year by year 
 
 And unto me repeat 
 The gladsome tale, my children all. 
 
 That ye have done your best. 
 And that I may upon you call. 
 
 And feel that my behest 
 Is followed by warm hearts and grand. 
 Who love the ruler of their land. ' ' 
 And thus through all the ages down 
 Has lived that Monarch's matchless crown. 
 
108 YE SEEKERS FOR THE LIGHT. 
 
 YE SEEKERS FOR THE LIGHT. 
 
 YE seekers for the liglit, 
 Ye searchers for the truth, 
 Ye toilers working through the night, 
 
 Ye aged ones and youth, 
 Gird up your loins anew 
 
 And raise your weary eyes, 
 Gaze upward for a heavenly view, 
 Not down for Paradise. 
 
 Ye who are sad and lone. 
 
 Ye who are faint and ill, 
 Eeach upward to the Father's throne, 
 
 His Love is with you still. 
 Ye who have known despair. 
 
 Ye who have been depressed. 
 The Father holds you in his care. 
 
 His arms will give you rest. 
 
 Ye who have dimly heard 
 
 The precious promise given. 
 The Master's loving, gentle word 
 
 That fell like bread from Heaven 
 "I come not to the well, 
 
 No doctor they require, 
 I come with tender spell 
 
 To banish Sin's desire 
 
VAXITY FAIR. 109 
 
 "Tliey a physician need, 
 
 Who live in sore distress, 
 I come my flock to lead 
 
 Out of the wilderness. 
 The weary and the sad, 
 
 The broken and the blind, 
 I come to make them glad, — 
 
 My service for mankind." 
 
 Ye lonely ones and weak, 
 
 For you the Angels sing. 
 Ye who for succor seek, 
 
 God will his mercy bring. 
 Lift high your weary heads 
 
 And quaff his glory in. 
 It's light upon you sheds 
 
 Deliverance from sin. 
 
 — Pkii^^cess Mary of Coi^-DE. 
 
 VANITY FAIR. 
 
 VANITY Fair is proud and gay. 
 All bedecked in it's colors fine. 
 Vanity Fair, the people say. 
 
 Holds the glitter of glint and shine. 
 Haughty dames their homage pay. 
 At it's hollow, imperfect shrine. 
 Simpering lassies flit time away 
 Gazing at it's alluring sign. 
 Vanity Fair, Oh, Vanity Fair ! 
 Many a youth is stranded there ! 
 
110 VANITY FAIR. 
 
 Vanity Fair makes every show, 
 
 Fashion and Folly and Pride abound, 
 Vanity Fair is all aglow 
 
 With ribbons galore from top to ground. 
 Fashion and Folly and Pride you know 
 
 Play on Fancy round on round, 
 Games of chance now high, now low. 
 
 None of them with an honor crowned. 
 Vanity Fair, Oh, Vanity Fair! 
 Many a soul is wasted there. 
 
 Vanity Fair is full of fire. 
 
 Dangerous fire that spits and burns. 
 Quenchless flame of a fierce desire 
 
 That all reason and honor spurns. 
 Vanity Fair that cannot hire 
 
 AVisdom to fill its glittering urns. 
 Some that will light its funeral pyre 
 
 When to the earth sweet Love returns. 
 Vanity Fair, Oh, Vanity Fair! 
 God and Goodness are never there. 
 
 Vanity Fair is all about, 
 
 Here and there in the busy land, 
 And its votaries laugh and shout, 
 
 Mocking and jesting on every hand; 
 None of its followers are put to rout. 
 
 Only when justice with weapons grand, 
 Marches in solemn step about, 
 
 Making for truth a noble stand. 
 Vanity Fair, Oh, Vanity Fair! 
 Why will humanity linger there. 
 
AVHEN" GOD IS IN THE HEART. Ill 
 
 Vanity Fair will pass from view, 
 
 Friends of freedom, in coming years, 
 When to its evil such as you 
 
 Waken, and know the bitter tears 
 Vanity Fair has cost you, too. 
 
 Waken and know v/hen disappears 
 Vanity Fair, a life more true 
 
 Then will dawn from the higher spheres. 
 Vanity Fair, Oh, Vanity Fair! 
 Angels weep while you linger there. 
 
 — AViLLiAM M. Thackeray. 
 
 WHEN GOD IS IN THE HEART. 
 
 WHEN God is in the heart. 
 And all his loving grace, 
 Unfolds within the tender breast, 
 
 And keeps it's own pure place, 
 Then nothing can dismay, 
 
 No pain nor doubt can bear 
 A sting to pierce the holy calm 
 
 That rests forever there. 
 When God is in the heart. 
 
 His likeness in the soul, 
 No power can quench the spirit-fire. 
 
 It holds a grand control 
 O'er every thing beneath, above, 
 
 That it can daily reach — 
 It is it's own interpreter, 
 
 A light to grandly teach 
 
112 WHEK GOD IS IN THE HEART. 
 
 The inner mysteries of Life 
 
 That of the Spirit are, 
 For God is there, and aye His truth 
 
 Gleams like the brightest star. 
 When God is in the heart, 
 
 No tempest can assail, 
 No mighty torrent of despair 
 
 Against it can avail. 
 When God is in the heart. 
 
 The sun shines ever bright. 
 His face reveals the holy power 
 
 To banish darkest night; 
 The upAvard, onward way 
 
 Is lined with rarest flowers. 
 And sunbeams gild the path 
 
 Of all the passing hours ; 
 Sweet music softly blown 
 
 From pure ^olian lyres, 
 Kegale the listening ear 
 
 And loftily inspires 
 The Soul that dwelleth near 
 
 The Holy, sacred shrine, 
 Where truth and Love evoke 
 
 Life's harmonies divine. 
 When God is in the heart, 
 
 There is no room for sin, 
 The whole world hath no power 
 To crowd Him from within. 
 
 — Schiller. 
 
NATURE. 113 
 
 NATURE. 
 
 DAME nature dressed in bright array, 
 Her skirts of gauzy green — 
 Bedecked with flowers of gorgeous hue, — 
 
 A venerable Queen, 
 Rides jauntily through all the glades 
 
 Upon her floral car, 
 Her tresses flowing in the wind 
 
 Her veil pinned by a star. 
 She scatters as she onward goes, 
 
 With ever lavish hand. 
 Sweet herbs and flowers rich and good 
 
 For any in the land. 
 She is a gracious, kindly dame 
 
 Who loves her children well. 
 She gathers them unto her breast, 
 
 And then proceeds to tell 
 The story of the seasons bright. 
 
 How Spring with sprightly air, 
 Doth dance to music pure and sweet. 
 
 With spirit young and fair. 
 How Summer with it's richest bloom 
 
 Doth mellow by it's heat 
 The luscious fruit of wood and field 
 
 And make them rich and sweet. 
 How Autumn turns the trees to flame 
 
 Or into finest gold. 
 And stores of bounty offers man 
 
 As much as he can hold. 
 
114 WHISPER IT, WINDS. 
 
 How AViiiter in his snowy crown 
 
 And ermine robe of white, 
 Holds stately court with subjects brave 
 
 Through all the frosty night. 
 And thus she tells with kindly zest 
 
 The story of the year. 
 Dame Nature in her beauty dressed, 
 
 As now she doth appear, 
 And all her courtiers bending low 
 
 Pay homage at her feet, 
 To them she is a sovereign 
 
 Of love and faith complete, 
 And all the world repeats again 
 The story of her noble reign. 
 
 — Percy Bysshe Shelley 
 
 WHISPER IT, WINDS. 
 
 WHISPER it, winds from Heaven, 
 Whisper it o'er the earth 
 A God child has arisen. 
 
 From lowly mortal birth ! 
 Sing it, ye hapj)y Angels, 
 
 A song of praise and worth ! 
 Shout it ye stars of glory. 
 
 Chant it, ye moving spheres. 
 God in the human bosom 
 
 In mystery appears! — 
 God in the Christ child holy 
 
 Giveth to man the sign, 
 Beacon and sign of glory, 
 
 Humanity divine. 
 
 — Samuel Taylor Coleripge. 
 
IIUMAK SEKVICE. 115 
 
 HUMAN SERVICE. 
 
 THE highest service of man is not given to some un- 
 known and unappreciable God, nor is it bestowed 
 in almsgiving and ostentatious display, nor yet is it 
 shown in the voicing of litanies, psalms or prayers, but 
 it is that service of the heart that speaks through the 
 accents of sympathy and in the tender tone of fraternal 
 love ; prays in the bestowal of needed helpfulness, and 
 serves in the expression of kindness that doeth unto 
 others as it would receive. 
 
 Human service consists in making others happy, drying 
 the falling tear, easing the wounded heart, binding up 
 the sores and hurts of our fellowmen, comforting the 
 mourners and in cheering the oppressed. 
 
 Greater Love hath no man for God, than that which 
 he bestows upon his fellow man. He who worships God 
 with high sounding words and praise, on bended knee 
 and with great show of supplication, yet who pays no 
 heed to the wants and cries of suffering children, hath 
 no love of God in his heart ; he pays no deference to his 
 creator, for did he truly Avorship the Infinite Source of 
 all Being, he would be kind to all created things and 
 seek to bless those of his fellows who are in need of 
 bounty and of cheer, if for no other reason than that 
 they are the oifspring of the Father and as such, worthy 
 of all attention and deliverance. 
 
 Human service is God service. He who serves a brother 
 man serves the Creator of all being. He who rejects a 
 
116 HUMAI^ SEKVICE. 
 
 brother man denying him succor in the liour of need, 
 rejects and denies his God. 
 
 The Infinite breathes in tlie universe and lives in the 
 Human. Outside of these there can be no God. Christ 
 crucified is the living example of truth put to death. 
 Christ the messenger was a type of other messengers and 
 light bearers who had preceded him, and who had 
 brought tidings of joy to earth. Teachers, prophets, 
 philosophers and sages, have all expended their lives in 
 the service of humanity. Christ came to earth to 
 exemplify the doctrine of brotherly Love, that had been 
 annunciated centuries before his birth. Christ was the 
 type of human service to humanity. 
 
 He gave all and asked for nothing, He yielded himself 
 a victim to human bigotry and intolerance, that the 
 world might behold these evils in all their gloomy 
 deformity. To him all men were brothers, even the 
 Pharisee was one who possessed the spark of human 
 brotherhood that could be fanned into a luminous flame. 
 
 Every age and every clime has had its Sages, Teachers 
 and Philosophers. Christ was but one of these who was 
 intent on doing good. The service of humanity may be 
 made bright with everlasting joy. It may be made to 
 flower in the bloom and beauty of budding rose or per- 
 fumed lily. It is sweeter than the song of nightingale 
 or of angels' tongues. 
 
 The service of humanity in loving devotion to the 
 needs of men is of far greater value than is the praising 
 of ten thousand choristers, in the sight of God. 
 
 "Holy of holies" may be sung in exquisite tones, but 
 when Holy of holies is expressed in beneficient deeds in 
 recognition of its sancturay in the human heart, and the 
 
THE POWER OF GOD. 117 
 
 great centro of life unci of God is beheld in humanity, it 
 becomes a paeon of praise and worship that only 
 perfected souls can give. 
 
 "Holy! Holy! Holy!" is the service of man when 
 expended in helpful efforts to uplift, strengthen and bless 
 the race. 
 
 God receives and repays such service. God rejects and 
 denies as service that which is sounded forth in words 
 alone. 
 
 — CON"FUGIUS. 
 
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 THE POWER OF GOD. 
 
 THE power of God worketh in every human heart; ils 
 mission is to banish gloom and to awaken the soul 
 to the everlasting purpose and glory of light. 
 
 The world is not meant for darkness, it is meaiit for 
 joy and light. Bright waves of splendor break over the 
 eastern sky at morn when night has fled. Billows of 
 beauty gild the west at eve when day departs. Millions 
 of fiery balls in golden glory gem the vault of Heaven 
 when night once more appears. All, all is light, all is 
 beautiful golden light. No gloom, no darkness, where 
 the stars shine; where the moon floods her environments 
 with silvery radiance, where the sun burns in fiery bril- 
 liancy, Avhere the sunrise and the sunset glow. 
 
 The world is not made for shadow, the universe is not 
 made for gloom — all things are made to reach the Light. 
 
118 THE rowf:R of god. 
 
 The power of God is written everywhere. It is painted 
 on the clouds, and stamped upon the ocean wave. It 
 whispers in the heart of the rose, and vibrates in the 
 atom of a stone. 
 
 The power of God in the human heart is that which 
 whispers of love, of hope, of good cheer, of Heaven, of 
 light. It will be made manifest by noble deeds, by 
 kindly words, pure thoughts, and lofty motives. The 
 power of God dispels gloom, brings good cheer and lifts 
 the soul from darkness into the everlasting light. 
 
 God made manifest in the soul, is goodness developed. 
 Spirituality quickened, love unfolded within and expand- 
 ing into eternal expression. The beatitudes may be 
 reached here and now, by the very humblest and weakest 
 of the human family, no great distinction is needed, no 
 high sounding title or name, no influence nor worldly 
 power, nothing but a cheerful spirit, nothing but a soul 
 of peace and a sense of justice, only an abiding confi- 
 dence in the overruling power of love to lift the world 
 to divine things. 
 
 The beatitudes are reached by climbing, by aspiring, 
 by breathing in the inspirations of Nature and of Heaven ; 
 God's power in the heart increases day by day as one 
 comes nearer and nearer to the humility, the simplicity, 
 and the innocence of a little child, while acquiring the 
 experience of wisdom and the judgment of matured mind 
 that beholds life as a significant reality that is to be 
 lived to the full. 
 
 God's power is everywhere, it is omnipotent grandeur, 
 it belongs to humanity and may be lived in high expres- 
 sion, and achievement by an individual or by a race. 
 
 — Catherine Beecher. 
 
THE FORCES OF THE UJ^IVERSE. 119 
 
 THE FORCES OF THE UNIVERSE. 
 
 GREAT forces move the world. All unseen and im- 
 weighed by the scales and eyes of mortal man, the 
 jiotency of the invisible forces of the universe is 
 sufficient for the outworking of all law, and the develoi> 
 ment of all power. These forces prove the existence of 
 intelligent wisdom and of most skillful design. 
 
 The creation of all the vast, stupendous system of 
 worlds that fill the immensity of space is supreme mind 
 — no finite man can measure His infinity. Yet finite 
 minds can scan the wonders of His works and behold in 
 part the greatness of His law. The invisible but potent 
 forces that govern life in its various manifestations of 
 activity and power hold within themselves the sublimity 
 of all truth, the power of all wisdom, motion, light, 
 heat. All display the internal force of intelligent power. 
 The motor force of all life is electrical in its nature, 
 magnetic in all its results. 
 
 Electricity and magnetism are the dual forces that give 
 activity, consciousness and potency to being. Snirit 
 generates these dual forces and kee^DS them ever alive. 
 
 There is no such thing as death in all the universe — 
 no death ! Even in the decaying, festering mass of cor- 
 rupt matter, there is active vital force, and every atom 
 of that matter is intensely — and for aught man knows 
 — consciously alive. 
 
 All things operate under the action of divine law. 
 Nature is but another name for force. Force is but 
 
120 THE FORCES OF THE UNIVERSE 
 
 another name for God. The ruling principle in the im- 
 mensity of worlds may be called God, or Good, it matters 
 not. We behold His manifestations in His Avorks. Man 
 on earth has but started on his journey, his pathway is 
 among the stars, and as his soul developes strength and 
 mentality, his progress through the shining worlds will 
 be grand and swift. Eternity stretches its vast and in- 
 conceivable fields before him, and he cannot stay his 
 march. World after world will be explored by the rest- 
 less human mind. Planet after planet will be studied, 
 aye even built up by the will and power of Man as he 
 feels the invisible potency of supreme force stirring 
 within him, and begins to realize who and what he is — a 
 creature of the living God. Aye, the glory of God is 
 unspeakable and everlasting. Man catches but feeble 
 gleams of it while upon the earth. He has yet to travel 
 immeasurable distances in the planetary pathway of 
 progression ere he can realize the splendor and power of 
 supreme Mind. On Earth, Man dabbles with the things 
 of time, he toys with tlirones and coronets, is pleased 
 with their shine as the babe is pleased with the spangles 
 that adorn his rattle or drum. He is but an infant play- 
 ing with the flickering sunbeams of worldly power or 
 adulation, until they vanish from his grasp and leave 
 only dark shadows behind. But by and bye he travels 
 on to higher scenes, to more important works. 
 
 Where he before played with a straw driven by the 
 wind, he now grapples with mighty powers, yea, even 
 such as govern plannets, and regulate systems in their 
 course, and all the universe becomes an unsealed book, 
 which he must study through endless time. 
 
 — Marcus Aurelius. 
 
MINISTRATIOiq-. 121 
 
 MINISTRATION. 
 
 MmiSTRATION is the balm of healing poured upon 
 the wounded life, it is the cup of consolation 
 offered to tlie Soul that mourns and has not been com- 
 forted, it is the helper and the true friend in every hour 
 of need. 
 
 Ministration is the Angel to lift the world from sin and 
 gloom and to place it in a sphere of beauty and light. 
 
 Ministration belongs to every department of human 
 activity, it binds up broken hearts and eases broken 
 heads, it gives joy unspeakable to the race and makes 
 life beautiful where before it has been dreary and dark. 
 
 Ministration is needed as much by the wounded or 
 diseased King in his palace upon his bed of down, as it 
 is by the pauper in his hut upon a pallet of straw. 
 
 Ministration hath other names by which it is known, 
 it is benevolence extending its white hand in mercy to 
 the afflicted and sad, it is charity folding a cloak of 
 complete warmth and beauty around the ragged and 
 shivering form of distress, it is compassion holding the 
 torch of helpfulness for those who grope through dark- 
 ened places that they may see the way, it is blessing 
 searching out the valleys and shadows of tribulation and 
 brightening them with the tender gleam and voice of 
 Love. Man may have neither scrip nor coin in his purse, 
 he may liave neither pretentious dwellings nor fertile 
 lands, he may be robed in homespun and fustian, and yet 
 
122 AN^ ALLEGORY. 
 
 lie may have compassion in his soul, and Ministration in 
 liis speech. 
 
 As long as the world stands and human hearts and 
 lives are human, there will be need of Ministration, there 
 will be need of blessing and of Love. 
 
 — Margaret Fuller. 
 
 AN ALLEGORY. 
 
 ALONG the flower-bordered path of a magnificent 
 garden, tlirough which a winding stream of crystal 
 water circulated, a youth and maiden strayed; he was of 
 manly proportions, with beardless face and nut brown 
 hair; she was lithe and willowy, with a face of beauty, 
 surmounted by a crown of golden hair. All around them 
 Nature spread her loveliest possessions. Stately trees 
 upreared their plumy branches of emerald foliage, upon 
 which sweet singing birds of brilliant plumage rocked 
 and swayed. O'er all the scene the clear mellow light of 
 the summer sun shed its refulgent rays. Beauty reigned 
 supreme and the Spirit of Love smiled upon the happy 
 pair. 
 
 But soon their careless speech gave way to more earnest 
 talk. He was about to start on a journey and she had 
 many admonitions to give and much tender council to 
 bestow. Ere long they came to the gate of these beautiful 
 grounds and to the entrance of a dense forest which, ere 
 nightfall should arrive, he must penetrate. Here they 
 paused, for here their parting was to come, and with 
 
AK ALLEGORY. 123 
 
 many sweet caresses and gentle, lingering words the fare- 
 wells were made. 
 
 Taking from lier bosom a star, which in spite of the 
 light had shone most brilliantly there, Angelina presented 
 it to her beloved in these words : 
 
 "Vigil, thy way will be through dark jungles and over 
 rocky steeps, thy feet shall climb many mountains and 
 descend into valleys dim and cold where the roar of 
 swollen and troubled rivers will be heard. Xight will 
 descend upon thee, and unless thou hath a light to guide 
 thy steps, thou wilt stumble and fall. Take thou this 
 star and wear it on thy breast. Part not with it whatever 
 may betide thee. It will light thee onward through 
 every dark and guide thee back to heaven, and me." 
 
 Vigil allowed Angelina to fasten the star upon his 
 breast, where it scintillated and shed forth rays of brill- 
 iant splendor that no gloom could dim, and the maiden 
 continued : 
 
 "It is the star of Truth, presented to me by the God 
 who rules on high and it will prove greater in thy service 
 than purse or scrip, or than human friends or counsel. 
 Guard it well, keep its rays pure by thy own aspirations 
 and deeds, and when thou doth return to Heaven bear it 
 undimmed upon thy breast." 
 
 The parting came and, while Angelina retraced her 
 steps to her own abode of purity and peace, passing 
 through the enchanting garden on her way. Vigil 
 hastened onward through the gloom where the demon of 
 Night seemed to have spread his net. But the darkness 
 became brightened as he went, for the star beams cast a 
 light in his path by which he would choose his steps. 
 The wild beasts that frequented the jungle, awed and 
 
124 AIs" ALLEGORY. 
 
 blinded by the flash from his star, shrank back in their 
 lair and left him unmolested. And thus, buoyed up by 
 the courage and strength that the star seemed to infuse 
 into his being, he pressed on until he came to the edge 
 of the forest into an open field where he prepared to 
 spend the night. 
 
 Secure from all harm, in the possession of his star, he 
 slept and dreamed of Angelina in her home of peace, nor 
 awakened he until the morning tints of beauty had 
 appeared. 
 
 Soon he started on his way, journeying afar with fear- 
 less step and manly air, carrying the light of his glorious 
 star into the many darkened places, and bearing it 
 onward over rugged steep and through dangerous pass. 
 Many human beings who had dwelt in the shadow of 
 error were attracted by his light, and they came to him 
 eager to learn of its power and from whence it came. 
 To these he gave tidings of the celestial world from which 
 he had come, and pointed them over the way which they 
 might take to find the sweet abode — and as the rays of 
 the star fell upon these enquiring ones they became 
 luminous with its golden light which fell upon them and 
 which they absorbed. Straitway many set out to find the 
 home of the Soul and to seek for the region from 
 which came the star of Truth that lighted up the path- 
 way of the wanderer and kept him from every ill. 
 
 Thus it came to pass that Vigil wont afar into strange 
 places and taught of the Spirit, — his star bearing light 
 unto all whom he reached, and instead of traveling in 
 search of a celestial city for himself, he tarried among the 
 poor and forsaken, teaching them many things, and 
 when they had been warmed, and inspired by the rays of 
 
TRUE SALVATIOjq-. 125 
 
 Truth until they shone in spirit, he hastened on unto 
 others who would receive his light. 
 
 And so many ages passed ere he again returned to the 
 Heavenly country that he had given up before, the star 
 still shining on his breast, and as Angelina, in all her 
 radiant beauty, hastened to clasp him to her breast, ten 
 thousand cherubims raised their voices in sweetest praise 
 to him who had been faithful to his trust. 
 
 — JOHi^r BUKYAI^. 
 
 TRUE SALVATION. 
 
 THE scheme of Salvation as set down by the rules and 
 formula of established churches, shifts the atone- 
 ment and reparation for sin, from the Soul of the miscre- 
 ant to the robes of the Nazarine, provided the trans- 
 gressor calls upon the name of Christ in accents of 
 entreaty, and begs the Holy One to bear his burdens and 
 wash away his sin. 
 
 Atonement for wrong doing by personal purification 
 and purgation, and by self endeavor to become noble and 
 sinless, in faithful and unselfish service to mankind has 
 no part in the scheme of salvation according to canonical 
 law. 
 
 "I believe on the power of the Lord Jesus Christ to 
 save me from the consequences of my own folly," is 
 practically all that the professed Christian requires to say 
 in order to be saved from all unrest, if w^e are to accept 
 the statement of Church and creed. Credo^ not works, 
 not effort, not true repentance is the magic key to unlock 
 the gates of everlasting bliss to the spirit of man. "Lord, 
 
126 TRUE SALVATION". 
 
 I believe, lielp thou mine unbelief," becomes the popular 
 cry of the centuries, while Error rules and Reason and 
 Truth veil their celestial faces and hide from sight. 
 
 But in the dawning light of the twentieth century, 
 greater revelations are made to humanity. The Supernal 
 Spheres are opened to the astounded gaze of mortals, 
 and celestial tones of instruction fall upon their quickened 
 ears. No longer is faith a blind leader of the blind, for 
 truth restores her sight, and as she beholds the mounts 
 of progress and of effort which man has to climb, she 
 points his step o'er the rugged paths, and proves to him 
 that not Faith but Knowledge must be the power that 
 shall save him from despair. 
 
 Faith in things divine, faith in the universal Good, 
 faith in the progress of humanity, will inspire man to 
 seek for wisdom and to attain light. Knowledge of him- 
 self, of his possibilities, of his needs, will give him power 
 to atone for his own misdeeds, to bear his own burdens 
 and to become pure in heart and spirit through the help 
 of striving, self-conquest and noble effort. True Salva- 
 tion from the unrest and pain that a sinful life will 
 inevitably bring the soul, is only gained by reformation. 
 Stop sinning and begin to live truly and harmoniously 
 doing one's best to atone for all past misdeeds by helping 
 human beings who are in need. Salvation from the fogs 
 and baleful influence of error is found in the attainment 
 of truth. Salvation from unhappiness is found in the 
 gaining of peace and joy. Stop sinning, Oh, man ! and 
 go to work. Work faithfully and nobly for the elimina- 
 tion of bad habits and of impure tendencies from thy 
 inner life, for the upbuilding of Character, and for the 
 betterment of man. Then shall salvation from all that 
 
TRUE SALVATIOJS^. 127 
 
 is utipleasiiig and painful bo gained and thy soul shall be 
 whitened and made pure, not by any cleansing power of 
 sacrificial blood, but by the pure outpouring of thine own 
 interior aspiration and spiritual force, refined and made 
 beautiful by the holiness that thou hast fostered within 
 thy life. True Salvation comes only through personal 
 works and through "As we sow we shall reap," is 
 taught by Angels and enforced as the mandate of God, 
 and if we find we have sown a field of tares, it is our 
 duty and our privilege to uproot them and to re-sow the 
 ground with seed that will in coming harvests enable us 
 to reap fruitage meet for the Gods. 
 
 It is not atonement from Christ that we need, — it is 
 at-One-ment with Him, the Holy One, in His noble, 
 self-sacrificing work that we should gain. To be at one 
 with the Spirit of Christ, which is the Spirit of unselfish 
 love, is to bring our whole being into accord with that 
 which is holy and true. We can no more sin if we are at 
 One with Him, for He is stainless and we shall grow in 
 his likeness towards the divine. 
 
 AVe need no mediator between our own conscien^.e and 
 God, and Clirist never, as a personality, has served as 
 such ; but we need a helper and a friend, one who will 
 comfort and encourage us in our struggles and efforts, 
 one Avho will guide us on to better things ; and as such, 
 Christ, the anointed messenger of peace, becomes a 
 benefactor and a leader to bless our lives. 
 
 As a Saviour, no man can gain from Him absolution 
 for committed wrong or omitted good. Each must be his 
 own saviour from ill by turning to the Light and walking 
 in it through every hour. 
 
 —Bishop Matthew Simpsoi^. 
 
128 GEEETIl^G. 
 
 GREETING. 
 
 SPEED on sweet bird and bear a gift 
 Of blessing to my friend, 
 And from his heart all burdens lift, 
 
 And unto him extend 
 A benison of good this hour, 
 From Heaven's fair imperial bower. 
 
 Speed on sweet oird and bear 
 
 A blessing unto him, 
 Who walks through lowly valleys where 
 
 The light grows pale and dim. 
 Oh, tell him of the wondrous life, 
 Where glory ever more is rife ! 
 
 Speed on sweet bird with plumage bright. 
 
 Thy nest is built above. 
 Where never sorrow's clouds can blight 
 
 The home of perfect love. 
 Speed on and give to him a power 
 To conquer every darkening hour. 
 
 Speed on, oh messenger of truth. 
 
 And bear to him this night. 
 Elixir of immortal youth 
 
 To keep his spirit bright, 
 Speed on and sing your sweetest song 
 To cheer my friend his way along. 
 
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