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 1912 
 
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 This is the garden where my roses grow, — 
 My home and loved ones, friend and 
 
 neighbors. So, 
 With this for soil, the thoughts that 
 
 trembling came, 
 Bloomed into messages with faith aflame. 
 
 
 
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 AMBITION 3r 
 
 GOD'S PEACE 41 
 
 REFLECTION 42 
 
 THY WILL 44 
 
 MY LITTLE GRANDSON 45 
 
 SILENCE 48 
 
 MARCH AND APRIL 4» 
 
 THE MIRACLE 52 
 
 PRESENT, PAST AND FUTURE ... 53 
 
 A SONG IN THE NIGHT 54 
 
 THE DISCOVERY 56 
 
 THE LARGER VISION 57 
 
 EARTH AND HEAVEN 59 
 
 MY WISH 60 
 
 WISDOM 62 
 
 FAITH 63 
 
 A COUNTRY WEDDING 65 
 
 WHERE ARE YOU :- 67 
 
 UNITY 69 
 
 THE MESSAGE 70 
 
 GOD-ENERGY 76 
 
 THE SONG OF THE WIND .... 78 
 
 GOD'S PRESENCE 81 
 
 PRAISE ........ 82 
 
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 A LANDSCAPE . 
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HEAKD a rushing in the night, and 
 
 lo, I stood 
 Within the land of flowers 
 Transported, by some sprite, below the rocks 
 
 and crags 
 To where all light gleamed forth from sparkling 
 pendulants 
 
 Of transfixed raindrops formed. 
 
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 And high and low. 
 And sweet and slow, 
 And nearer still, 
 My soul to fill, 
 An echo came, 
 And came again, 
 
 Till, in the hall, 
 Where, brown and tall. 
 The walls stood high, 
 No beauty nigh 
 But the strange shade 
 The raindrops made, 
 
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 From heaven flung, 
 
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 There came a gladsome stir of tiny feet that tot- 
 tering ran 
 
 Within the land of flowers, 
 
 And dancing merry sound of lightsome youth 
 whose tripping steps 
 
 Were timed to suit the babies' weaker, slower 
 
 pace, 
 
 And lend them aid. 
 
 And louder still, 
 By their sweet will. 
 The echoing tread 
 My fancy fed. 
 The halls of brown. 
 Far, deep, and down. 
 
 Below the sight 
 Of sun and light. 
 Unknown to men 
 Of mortal ken 
 Were brown and bare, 
 But for the care 
 
 The raindrops sprayed 
 Within the shade. 
 
 Then burst into the hall the throng of youths 
 and maids. 
 
 Within the land of flowers. 
 And with them all they bore the shaded greens 
 
 that spring-tide wears 
 When she comes forth in all her splendid reign 
 Upon the land. 
 
 And these they weave, About the head. 
 The while they breathe The while they tread 
 A heavenly song, The lightsome dance, 
 
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 Clear, sweet and strong. Till raindrops glance, 
 The graceful vine Released at length. 
 
 They deftly twine With 
 
 Gently to greet 
 
 The maidens sweet 
 
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 tender strength 
 
 And now are all adorned, and ready to go forth, 
 
 Within the land of flowers. 
 The youths and maidens all are decked with green, 
 The babies, with gay hues. 
 
 Like those of tulip, and of crocus, and of hya- 
 cinth. 
 
 Now all await; 
 But closed the gate. 
 Their life is death. 
 They know no breath 
 Of earth and air. 
 And sky so fair. 
 
 All dark and gloom 
 Within the tomb. 
 Except the light 
 The raindrops bright 
 Have given them, 
 Like precious gem. 
 
 'T is all they know, 
 Locked here below. 
 Of love and life 
 With beauty rife. 
 
 Now comes a sound of bursting bars; a voice that 
 
 penetrates 
 
 Within the land of flowers. 
 " Behold the Resurrection and the Life. Behold 
 
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 Tlie Life of Spring, the Life of Man, 
 The Life of Life." 
 
 And welcome sing 
 Unto the sun; 
 And gaze upon 
 The beauty made 
 By shine and shade; 
 
 Who them doth bid arise 
 From dark to light. 
 Who e'en this night 
 With death doth cope 
 By sending hope. 
 
 Like to the rain 
 That gently came 
 To make them grow. 
 In ground below. 
 And bright with green 
 Is nature seen, 
 While radiant, sweet. 
 At nature's feet, 
 From out the ground 
 Bright flowers bound. 
 
 And all the earth awakened to God Immanent, 
 
 doth cry 
 
 W^ithin the world of flowers and men, 
 "Christ, — consciousness of God within the heart, 
 
 — hath burst the gates of woe 
 And ignorance, and death, and given 
 To birds, to flowers, to man, the entrance into 
 
 heaven." 
 
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 HK pearl among the rocks and deeps 
 
 Of ocean's coral graves 
 Is never seen by him who looks 
 But on the troubled waves; 
 'T is he who fathoms every depth 
 
 Who wins the precious gem, 
 Not he who shuns and spurns aghast 
 The work required of him. 
 
 Of edelweiss on Alpine height 
 
 The peasant maidens dream, 
 But 't is the bold, brave mountaineer 
 
 Who sees its silvery gleam. 
 'T is he who mounts the rugged rocks 
 
 Who gains and holds the prize, 
 Not he who always dreaming stands 
 
 While time fast fades and dies! 
 
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 Of beauties strange and truths part known 
 
 Half dreaming men have thought, 
 But never can such comprehend 
 
 With what those truths are fraught. 
 Who wake/iM to the voice of God 
 
 In all Life's depths profound, 
 Finds written everywhere, The Law, 
 
 And Law — Life — God — has found. 
 
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 THE FROST KING'S GIFT 
 
 HE sunset glow had faded 
 From sky that late had shone 
 With golden sun, resplendent. 
 And earth was twilight's throne. 
 
 Beside the window sitting. 
 As the Frost King painted swift. 
 I called, "Oh paint, thou painter, 
 For me a Christmas gift." 
 
 Lulled by the peaceful quiet, 
 I slept a dreamless sleep. 
 And woke as chimes of Christmas 
 Rang out in cadence deep. 
 
 I turned with eager longing, 
 To find the Frost King's gift, 
 But all was dark; I could not see 
 The touch of pencil swift. 
 
Then quickly through the window, 
 Down on the wings of air, 
 A flood of moonlight gliding 
 Revealed it glistening there. 
 
 The star, the sheep, the shepherds, 
 The angel I beheld. 
 And One with love illumined 
 My loneliness dispelled. 
 
 So thus the light of Heaven 
 Upon thy soul must shine. 
 E'er Christ, the gift of Christmas, 
 Shall be discerned as thine. 
 
HO waves her wand and fills my room 
 With airy sprites that float in gloom ; 
 With palaces and castles grand, 
 
 And wondrous works of brain and hand; 
 While present, past and future, all 
 
 Pass on or linger, at my call? 
 Who changes darkness into light, 
 
 And makes the day evolve from night? 
 Who fills this dim, prosaic life 
 
 With radiant pictures, void of strife? 
 Who turns the thoughts from woe and pain. 
 
 And showers rainbows through the rain? 
 Sweet Fancy, with her wand, I ween. 
 
 Makes barren life an Eden green. 
 She waves away the gloomy mist. 
 
 And beauty blooms where she has kissed. 
 Sweet Fancy, thine to soothe and cure 
 
 What cruel Fate would make endure. 
 
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 \ God's heart long ago 
 
 Lived a thought; 
 And it grew and it grew, 
 While the echoing zephyrs blew; 
 And the mountains and the sea 
 Sang with meadow and with lea; 
 And the wild beast in his lair 
 Caught the truth from earth and air. 
 
 In God's heart long ago 
 
 Lived a flower; 
 And it grew and it grew, 
 And it vied with heaven's blue; 
 And the flower and the sky 
 All the nearer seemed to lie, 
 As the flower brought to men 
 Knowledges of heavenly ken. 
 
 
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 In God's heart long ago 
 
 Lived a life; 
 And it grew and it grew, 
 Till the world its message knew, — 
 Proving Love above all strife; 
 Proving death, transcendent Life; 
 Proving Christ, the God in man. 
 From human to divine, The Spa 
 
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KKP, world, weep. 
 
 Your mourning vigils keep; 
 But soon 
 Your tears shall pass away 
 In smiles before the day, 
 
 And noon, 
 In all its radiance bright, 
 Shall grant you strength and light, — 
 God's boon. 
 
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osE and purple shining over 
 All the fields of crimson clover; 
 Mellow twilight closing down, 
 
 Yielding unto night its crown 
 
 Stars, bright shining in the sky. 
 Glittering where the shadows lie; 
 
 Stillness drifting into all; 
 
 Sleep has come at darkness' call. 
 
 As the night comes stealing on. 
 Silence rules and rules alone. 
 
 God, revealed everywhere, 
 
 Frees my heart from all its care. 
 
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 EK Johnny and Georgieweie question- 
 ing me 
 About the strange coming of St. 
 Valentine, 
 
 And if I believed that he had any power, 
 And why he had never bestowed on me mine — 
 Why no bonny lad had e'er whispered to me 
 His protests of love and his stern fealty! 
 
 "Ah me," sighed I sadly, "I fear he forgot. 
 When he scattered his gifts, to look in upon me. 
 But, darlings, I now am resigned to my lot; 
 I never can guess who my hero might be, 
 The bonny brave lad who would whisper to me 
 His protests of love and his stern fealty." 
 
 'T was early next morning, on Valentine's day, 
 That I heard through the dawn, smothered laugh- 
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Of frolicsome children, not far from my door, 
 As sweet as the morning, and bright as the sun 
 That in through my window now whispered to 
 
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 His protests of love and his stern fealty. 
 
 So quickly I hastened to open the door. 
 
 Well knowing their coming meant mischief for 
 
 me. 
 "Your Valentines, Auntie!" two voices cried out, 
 "You know now, I guess, what hero you see, 
 The bonny brave lad whose message will be. 
 His protests of love and his stern fealty! " 
 
 Who stood there before me? With dancing blue 
 
 eyes 
 Two little old men bowed, with wrinkle and beard. 
 And tall hat and spectacles, — prettiest sight, 
 I ever could guess, of the "leaves that are 
 
 seared ! " 
 Two bonny old lads come to whisper to me 
 Their protests of love and their stern fealty. 
 
 "Saint Valentine sent us," they merrily cried, 
 "He has cheated you long, and to pay him, you 
 
 see. 
 We have made him send two whom you cannot 
 
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 And so he chose us, brother Georgie and me! 
 Two bonny old lads, and their message will be 
 Their protests of love and their stern fealty ! " 
 
 Oh, dear little hearts, my sweet valentines true. 
 Cannot bear that I forfeit a single good time! 
 Their dear little faces pressed closely to mine 
 Are beautiful gifts from our Saint Valentine. 
 Two bonny wee lads, come to whisper to me, 
 Their pi'otests of love and their stern fealty. 
 
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 ERE where the echoes drifted down, 
 There lay a tinted shell. 
 They swiftly sought a home within, 
 With its colors rare, to dwell. 
 
 The red light flooded the echoes through, 
 The gray inbreathed the sound, 
 The blue and green freed melodies 
 In the souls of the echoes bound. 
 
 Thus Light and Sound live heart in heart. 
 
 In harmony so sweet 
 
 Their joy forever gleams and sings 
 
 In the sea shell at our feet. 
 
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 Sunbeam came to a Brook one day. 
 Whose face was glad and blithe! 
 He quickly thought, "Well suited we 
 
 To dwell as man and wife ! " 
 
 A haughty spirit the Sunbeam 
 As he danced along the air. 
 
 He reached the earth from the far-away 
 By an easy descending stair. 
 
 Of modest mien the Rivulet, 
 As she calmly went her way, 
 
 Singing low to the growing flowers 
 That close on her borders lay. 
 
 "O Streamlet dear, with silvery robes," 
 The glittering Sunbeam cried, 
 
 "I like your beauty, your trusting face, 
 Come float through life by my side! 
 
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 "Now quickly, then, I will call the priest. 
 Yon squirrel, with garments gray; 
 
 The world will come to the wedding feast. 
 So let us be married to-day ! " 
 
 Then shyly and sweetly the Streamlet glanced 
 
 Into the Sunbeam's face, 
 And filling the air with quivering rays, 
 
 She whispered with exquisite grace: 
 
 "O Sunbeam, you in your pride and wealth 
 
 Must a nobler consort find. 
 So then farewell; for my humble heart 
 
 To the deep blue sky I bind ! " 
 
 The Sunbeam's haughty pride was crushed; 
 
 He sadly bowed his head; 
 And a cloudlet flitting o'er the sun, 
 
 He trembled, paled and fled. 
 
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 and through shadow, 
 
 Long, long I have sought thee, but 
 ever in vain ; 
 Hail now, and shout ye the glad Jubilate! 
 
 I have found, to release thee, oh, never again. 
 
 Sleep now, sweet Spirit, close, close in my bosom ; 
 
 Wake, wake, and fly upward on powerful wing. 
 Hail, thou canst rise not unless I rise with thee; 
 
 Behold, thou must rise, so in triumph I sing! 
 
 All hail ye, all hail ye! Success thou art victim; 
 With thee I will rise, for thou canst not 
 descend. 
 To lose thee, no never, in shadow or darkness! 
 Success, thou art captive! Success, thou art 
 friend ! 
 
Long, long I have known the grim spirit of 
 
 Failure 
 
 That crouched at the entrance and watched me 
 
 alway. 
 
 But thou, O Success, thou hast slain him forever; 
 
 And I revel with thee in the kingdom of day. 
 
 He led me through gloom with dense darkness 
 around me; 
 Despair followed on like a bird of the night. 
 Now, Captor, my captive — Success, thou dost 
 lift me. 
 On magical wings, to the realms of the Light. 
 
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 EE into things, O soul of mine; 
 
 These hold the million secrets of your 
 life 
 
 Like cups of flowers filled with honey dew. 
 Seek, then, and puzzle; work and strive. 
 
 And so I strove. I delved into the stars; 
 The rocks; the waterways; the Roentgen ray; 
 The air, with its untutored winds; 
 Into the ether peered I, seeking things; 
 Until I grew exhausted, finding many gods 
 To worship, one for every stone and rill. 
 
 At last there came a day, when, crazed by claims, 
 I pushed these all aside for little time, and sat 
 
 alone. 
 Then came Illumination's pure White Light 
 More vital than the X or violet rays by which 
 Our vision is extended in our travels into things. 
 
 
 

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 My knowledge in abeyance, and my mind once 
 
 still, 
 I saw behind the multitudes of things that seem 
 
 to strive, 
 Each with its own ambitions, own desires, own 
 
 needs; 
 I saw not only into, I saw through these things 
 As these had been a glass, once dark, now crystal 
 
 clear. 
 
 I rose refreshed; and after that, 
 
 I saw not millions of contentious particles, 
 
 Contending each for mastery, in mean desire; 
 
 For recognition, tearing at my brain; 
 
 Not f/rstruction and co/istruction. 
 
 And not a mere existence, disintegrate and pur- 
 poseless, 
 
 But Construction, and. in constant motion, 
 
 Reconstruction, 
 
 No part lost; all moving, orderly, and seeking, 
 each, his friend, 
 
 In particles, (or thought, before the particle's 
 revealed ) 
 
 As note seeks note in chords and harmonies and 
 overtones. 
 
 I heard most glorious symphonies, in what was 
 once, to me, 
 
 A wrangling discord. 
 
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I saw God in His purpose; 
 
 Made personal to myself, His aims; 
 
 I saw His individuality in every violet and pebble 
 
 by the stream; 
 His personality in every breath of air I breathed; 
 His person, in every di'op of mountain stream 
 
 that reached my lips, 
 Or honey cake, baked fresh; and fruit, and grain, 
 
 from field; 
 God-Force, personified to me, as I had vision to 
 
 perceive it 
 And read its revelation; trusting that, to me, 
 Each day more God-Force would unfold itself 
 Through my intense desire to know His will. His 
 
 way; 
 That, finding, I should comprehend, and then 
 
 incorporate, 
 And so make personal, and knoxv 
 Of all the vast expanse that had not been to me, 
 
 as yet, revealed. 
 
 With this White Light of clear God comprehen- 
 sion filling all the space 
 
 And ether, now I rest, — not peering, blindly, 
 into things. 
 
 I study, still; I revel in the growth I daily gain 
 
 From outside world and inside universe; 
 
 But in that flash of White God Light, 
 
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 Seek ye God's kingdom first, and all these other 
 things shall added be. 
 
 Scientists have claimed that this is transcendental, 
 
 But 't is true. 
 
 We know it not, till, resting all our hopes, de- 
 sires, researches, yea, our very lives 
 
 In one God-Life, we find the universe is yielding 
 up to us in personal joy, 
 
 Its secrets, and we see, through everything. 
 
 The active, harmonizing Principle of God. 
 
 
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 ILLED was the air terrestrial 
 
 With an ethereal light; 
 The golden clouds were lying heaped 
 With masses black as night. 
 
 Long shafts were breaking through the ranks 
 
 That strove to hide the gold, 
 Aglitter in triumphal march, 
 
 Like conquerors of old. 
 
 The dark browed warriors had failed, 
 
 And when, their work not done, 
 They raged and wept, their tears dropped down 
 
 Like amber in the sun. 
 
ND is he dead! He was to enter into 
 
 port 
 On yesternight, and I stood glad to 
 welcome him ! 
 Now he is swept by cruel fate away from me, 
 And I am desolate! 
 
 Ah, but I "m bitter, when I think how I have 
 
 lived 
 And prayed and longed, and joyous dreamed of 
 
 his return. 
 To know that, at the last, in hands of destiny, 
 I am a nofh'/ng; with elusive happiness. 
 
 Like flickering sunbeam, that a baby grasps, to 
 
 lose. 
 Escaping from me. Vain, all, all is vain; 
 And as the wounded serpent, I sink back to die 
 By mv own fangs of agony in heart of woe! 
 
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Dead! dead! and I alive! 
 ^T is true I move ! 'T is true I walk and sing 
 
 and laugh! 
 But like fantastic memories of vanished dreams, 
 My life seems, to my every quivering sense, a 
 
 ghost 
 Of things that were ! 
 
 And when I laugh! 
 Speak not! Hast ever heard the mountaineer's 
 
 last shriek, 
 As falling over some great crag he sees the last 
 Of life, the first of death, and knows eternity? 
 Didst ever hear the cry re-echo yet again? 
 Such is my laugh, for he is dead! 
 
 And when I 
 
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 Hast seen the ice fall through the air when clouds 
 
 have wept 
 Upon a wintry day? Such are my futile tears! 
 And when I smile, — the blue light of November's 
 
 sun. 
 Which darkens that it looks upon, — such is my 
 
 smile ! 
 
 I strain my eyes into the fearsome dark, O God, 
 To see thy meaning, be it shown or written there. 
 I gaze into the sunshine, — strive with eagle's 
 
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 To pierce the sun itself, if there, perchance, be 
 
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 Why Thou hast taken him from me; for he is 
 
 dead! 
 
 I steal into the nursery where lies my babe, 
 Protected from the brilliant sun's too vivid rays 
 By rosy curtains of her love-bedowered bed. 
 She wakes and laughs and holds her hands for 
 
 me to take; 
 I speak with gentle tones though madly aching 
 
 heart ; 
 I laugh and coo as babies' foolish mothers will. 
 The baby sees and feels and knows that I do 
 
 speak, 
 But undeveloped in her sense, does not perceive 
 All that I say; yet, satisfied that it is good. 
 She nestles closely to my heart in sleep divine. 
 
 I lay her back upon her dainty couch, and kneel, 
 And cry, "O God, a little child reveals to me 
 The mystery I long and pray to understand. 
 The baby knows not all I say, but is content 
 That it is good; and when she grows her mind 
 
 will grasp 
 What now she fails, in larger sense, to com- 
 prehend. 
 And we are infants in our vision of Thy plan; 
 
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 sense ; 
 But when God-consciousness within the mind 
 
 awakes, 
 We then grow one in spirit with the Whole." 
 Till then, with wise co-operation, may I trust, 
 And in a child-like, simple faith find God's deep 
 
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 ivE me the vision, Lord," I cried. 
 
 And wept and pleaded far into the 
 night. 
 Straining my eyes to see the truth 
 
 That was denied me evidence through sight. 
 
 At last, bespent and sore, I ceased. 
 
 And murmured, "Lord, I can no longer strain, 
 I am so weary I must rest, 
 
 Just rest." And I was still. The vision came. 
 

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 Here, floating with the sky and lea, 
 
 A part of God, One Substance with 
 
 His Whole, 
 
 I am the vision that my dreams have longed to 
 
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 Myself, with mouth through which God-Power 
 speaks. 
 Myself, made manifest, with God awake; 
 As do the flower and sea and earth and sky. 
 With an unconscious consciousness, God's 
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 IN, Sun, whence do you come? 
 
 You have been hidden all day. 
 Now the clouds part at last to let you 
 come past, 
 All covered with crystal spray. 
 
 Sun, Sun, whence do you come, 
 
 Clad in your red and your gold? 
 While the gray earth in spite kept you shrouded 
 in night. 
 
 The world has been lonely and cold. 
 
 Sun, Sun, come, oh, do come 
 
 Whisper your secret; tell why 
 They locked you up tight with all your bright 
 light. 
 
 And how you got back to the sky. 
 
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 And spices at thy feet to fling, 
 And, mocking, garlands for thy marble brow! 
 Ambition, thou art mute and helpless now; 
 Compelling once, and sneering, — as thou art, 
 No longer in my world hast thou a part. 
 
 'T is thou hast spurred me on until my life 
 Has grown to be like battle's horrid strife, 
 And Present is no more than slave and serf 
 Of Future, dreaded ruler of the earth ; 
 But thou art slain; thy terrifying frown 
 Will never more have power to cast me down. 
 
 Ay, thou hast robbed me of my simple faith 
 Till life seems but a fearsome haunting wraith. 
 And full of horrors gaunt that echo here 
 
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 Within my heart, where peace erstwhile dwelt 
 
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 But now, Ambition, thou art surely slain, 
 And low with thy false visions safely lain. 
 
 Yea, thou art he who taught me how to look 
 To mountain's heights, nor for an instant brook 
 The sound of streamlets murmuring in the vale. 
 Nor sight of flowers ablooming in the dale. 
 I gladly see thee now, for thou art slain, 
 Bereft of power to give me further pain. 
 
 Thou tookest from me love of present things; 
 
 Of life as life is brought on summer's wings, 
 
 In the unfolding of the flower's bud 
 
 By leaf and leaf to fullest amplitude. 
 
 And now, rejoiced, I stand beside thy bier; 
 
 Thou are the dead, and I the living here. 
 
 But stay! I weaken, fall, nor stand alone! 
 My strength, as David's without Absalom! 
 Alone, I, all alone.? Oh, I am mad! 
 But yet a moment past, and I was glad! 
 I cried, "Ambition, I have murdered thee. 
 Thou ne'er again canst stir this heart of me! " 
 
 But ah! these vales I thought to see and love 
 When stern Ambition's hand I could remove, 
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 Ambition, can I live all, all alone? 
 
 I laughed when I had slain, yea, laughed with 
 
 glee; 
 Alas, thou art a second part with nie! 
 
 With thee I've dwelt one aim, one heart, one 
 
 mind. 
 I cannot go alone! I'm like one blind! 
 Thou ledst me into spaces pure and rare 
 I could not reach without thy fostering care; 
 I cannot tread the airy heights of fame 
 Unless Ambition access for me gain! 
 
 What are the lowly things of earth when one 
 Has reached the summit touched by snow and 
 
 sun! 
 What the horizon of the vale bedight. 
 To him who sees the world from mountain's 
 
 height ! 
 Ambition, I have slain thee, but my earth 
 Is worse than war and chaos in its dearth. 
 
 Ambition, I had dreamed that thou wert slain! 
 That I was master on my life's great plane! 
 I find thee still akindling in my heart 
 Desires that form, of life, a fervent part! 
 Thou canst not die! In sounding symphony 
 Thy chords ri)ig on through man's infinity! 
 
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 The southing pines a dirge of sorrow 
 wailed ; 
 The winds sobbed low among the forest trees; 
 The echoes whispered, "Woe! " unto the moss; 
 The giant trees their arms in unrest tossed; 
 Yea, sadness ruled my soul and all the world. 
 
 My soul is glad today, 
 And all the world repeats a roundelay. 
 While sky and earth embrace in })eace of heart. 
 And flowers and clouds, of life seem hap})y })art. 
 The birds sing melodies; the rills sing love; 
 God Power in nature throbs, below, above. 
 For life is God! And in the world we find 
 Whatever of God's reflected through the mind. 
 If, in our souls, we let our anger dwell. 
 Behold the earth entire sounds a knell. 
 
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 We live the songs our souls teach us to sing. 
 
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 HAT is Thy will, O God? 
 
 "That thou shouldst wake at morn 
 And know that I, in thee, 
 
 Am born." 
 
 What is Thy will, O God? 
 
 "That thou, at noon, shouldst stay thy mind, 
 And, knowing I am in thee born, 
 
 Through thee, for Me, expression find." 
 
 What is Thy will, O God? 
 
 "That thou at night thy mind shouldst rest. 
 And let thy soul commune with Me, 
 
 In holy quest." 
 
 What is Thy will, O God? 
 
 "That thou, with Me, 
 With body, mind and soul in perfect unity, 
 
 One Spirit be." 
 
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 MY LITTLE GRANDSON 
 
 N a vine clad dainty cottage where the 
 
 honeysuckles grow, 
 There lives a little fellow that I inti- 
 mately know, 
 With dimpled pretty fingers and with plump and 
 
 tiny feet, 
 And broad white brow and large blue eyes, and 
 mouth divinely sweet. 
 
 But oh, this little fellow is so very full of fun. 
 It puts me in the fidgets when I see him start 
 
 and run! 
 I know full well what's coming; for his pleasure 
 
 seems to be 
 To make me chase him here and yon, with joy 
 
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 And when with clean white apron and with curls 
 
 like shimmering gold, 
 I see him calmly walking to the garden large and 
 
 old, 
 And catch the darling baby in the midst of black 
 
 mud pies, 
 I do confess vexation's tears fall swiftly from my 
 
 eyes. 
 
 Then when, in irritation, I run quickly to the child. 
 If you could see the look he gives, so innocent 
 
 and mild. 
 And hear him to me calling. "Danma, Danma, 
 
 so oo's tum 
 To eat Dat Horner's Trismas pie all up wivout 
 
 the pum ! " 
 
 If you could see my anger melt as 'neath the sun, 
 the snow. 
 
 If you could see my fretfulness to flowers of 
 laughter grow; 
 
 If you could see me take the child, and kiss him 
 mud and all, 
 
 I think you would n't be surprised were firma- 
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My little boy, my baby, with the heart so fond 
 
 and true, 
 With rosy lips that whisper, "Danma, Danma, I 
 
 loves oo! " 
 May holy thought transmuted be to manly holy 
 
 deed, 
 And Life unfold majestic, filling every life-full 
 
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 SILENCE 
 
 HOLD that silence is the long, dim, 
 
 holy path. 
 Whence, led from thoughts and blows 
 
 and stings of earth, 
 Our souls, with purpose, stand to be at one with 
 
 God. 
 And then we turn, and, rested, find our lives 
 
 anew. 
 With open })age whereon to write what we have 
 
 learned. 
 For silence burns the ignorance of yesterday 
 In white heat of God Comprehension, and there 
 
 comes 
 From out the ashes of our purifying test, 
 Some monumental evidence of faith and trust. 
 
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 AUCH and April were walking fleet 
 Through wind and snow in the stormy 
 street, 
 
 She in robes of dawning green, 
 
 He in furs, with air supreme. 
 
 March gave April a merry smile, 
 Gazing entranced on her the while. 
 "April, your fate's by far the best, 
 All hail your coming with a jest. 
 
 "Would Fool's Day came in March, and my, 
 How I would make the jesting fly." 
 "Ah well. King March, though 'tis my right, 
 I think I am too gentle, quite. 
 
 "Take you my place, and I, for one, 
 
 Will glad retire and see the fun." 
 
 "Well said! " King March then quickly cried, 
 
 "We will pretend that I have died, 
 
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 "And man will shout with bugle blow, 
 'Le vol est inort,'' as out I go. 
 Two weeks too soon soft breezes bring, 
 O fair sweet harbinger of spring; 
 
 "Then April first I '11 bluster down, 
 And freeze and blow and rain and frown. 
 A merry April fool 't will be, 
 When weather mild men think to see, 
 
 "To find the earth all white with snow, 
 Where hyacinths are wont to blow. 
 And find that April has a king, 
 Purveyor of the jests of spring." 
 
 Queen April gaily watched the scene, 
 While thinking, "March, you're too serene; 
 You love a jest so well, I see 
 You 're going to play a joke on me. 
 
 "On April first you '11 not appear, 
 And then my kingdom, I much fear. 
 Will be bereft, and altogether, 
 Of every sort and kind of weather. 
 
 "My rule I will protect with care; 
 You shall not fool me, March, beware! " 
 On April first the queen stole in 
 Her rights to guard and way to win. 
 
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 And found King March about to ply 
 The very jest she thought he 'd try. 
 "I 've fooled the world too long, O king, 
 To be befooled by such a thing ! " 
 
 They met together in the sky, 
 
 Each struggling for the mastery. 
 
 The snow fell here, the sun shone there, 
 
 The clouds grew black, the day grew fair. 
 
 Until March humbly vowed defeat, 
 And bowed before Queen April sweet; 
 Acknowledged he was April's tool, 
 And very much proud April's fool. 
 
 "Now let 's surprise the world once more, 
 Dear April, since your word is law. 
 Pray wed, and let us comrades be. 
 And mix our weathers constantly." 
 
 The pact was made, and side by side 
 The King and Queen contented glide; 
 So people say in changing weather, 
 April and March are wed together. 
 
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 }iE depths are stirred and in 
 the dark I see 
 
 Roots putting forth their 
 
 tests of immortality ; 
 Leaves putting out their 
 
 tendrils to the sun; 
 The blossom fruited; 
 
 and life's miracle is shown 
 As the unfolding law through which 
 
 all growth is known. 
 
 
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PRESENT, PAST AND FUTURE 
 
 HE Present, Past and Future 
 Were wandering down the dale. 
 The Past was in the distance. 
 The Future, in a veil. 
 
 The radiant Present lingered, 
 Beautiful and dear; 
 Though Past was bidding welcome. 
 The Future's call came clear. 
 
 But e'er the veiled one claimed her. 
 Impelled against her will. 
 She joined the Past, insistent, 
 Shy glancing backward still. 
 
 She left a flower in passing 
 
 Of Hope, a virgin birth, 
 
 That grew, with Future's nurture, 
 
 To glorify the earth. 
 
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I LENT and deep in the heart of the 
 
 night 
 Slumbered my darling with smile on 
 her lips. 
 The darkness was black as the midnight drew 
 
 near; 
 The flowers and the grass seemed to quiver with 
 fear. 
 
 Sudden she roused with a quick little cry. 
 Piercing the gloom with her startled bright eyes; 
 And just as she wakened a bird in its nest 
 Chirped sleepily out in a moment's unrest. 
 
 "O muver, dee muver," my little one said, 
 "I never did hear a bird sing in the night! 
 Do you 'spose it's afraid in the dark all alone, 
 Do you think it is lost and can't find its way 
 home?" 
 
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 Just then came another chirp, rhythmic and low, 
 The mother bird lulling her baby to sleep; 
 Then breathed into earth came the stillness of 
 
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 As love, from all terror, gave speedy release. 
 
 "A bird and its mother, like you and like me," 
 I whispered, while holding her close to my 
 
 breast ; 
 "So God cheers us all by his songs in the night 
 When his children awake filled with doubt and 
 
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 spoiled by signs along the road, 
 With colors crude and tales of ill 
 that vitiate the mind! 
 Stop desecrations upon beauty if the law must 
 enter in! 
 Can't cures for human ailments different adver- 
 tisement find? 
 
 I glimpsed the white wing of a bird that flashed 
 like silver in the air; 
 The violet purples of the marshes burning into 
 brown ; 
 The flame that pulsed from out the sky and met 
 the shimmering glimmering green, 
 White specked with snow, like angels' benisons, 
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 And far beyond, I saw pearl colored clouds piled 
 high on either side 
 A path of light, like curtains drawn; and 
 then, my souVs eyes saw! 
 Through illumination of the mind, the year's 
 experience had brought. 
 My ideals' desecration had indeed cunie under 
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 To send its gleams upon the freshly 
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 Across the heavens the winding path of white 
 Is luminous with pulsing opalescent glow. 
 
 The starbeams send a lesson to my soul; 
 
 The radiance of the unsullied snow the thought 
 reveals, — 
 That man, through purity, makes manifest God 
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 As every particle of self to holy essence yields. 
 
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 When I was young-, I madly should 
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 "God give me fame: to stars and worlds and seas 
 Extol my worth in wondrous harmonies." 
 
 If I had asked in this, so blind a mood, 
 My cry for fame would oft have been renewed, 
 Until my soul itself, no soul would be. 
 But just an echo of my monody. 
 
 Instead, I asked, and this was all my plea, — 
 "God, grant as gift whatever Thy will may be; 
 And if it be a simple, loving heart, 
 As God's own boon it will reward impart." 
 
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 That he may wear upon his sleeve 
 His knowledge, for true wisdom lives 
 Within the heart and thence expands and grows, 
 Unclosing to mankind like Venus flower. 
 Yet shrinking from the touch of rude rough hands 
 The while it wins the soul to the Ideal 
 And fills the place that God has left awaiting it 
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LITTLE bird had left its parent nest 
 And wandered in the sparkling 
 sunlit air, 
 And breathed the beauty of the world and sky, 
 Ecstatic that all earth could be so fair. 
 
 But even as it viewed the quiet scene 
 
 And revelled in the peace that there it found, 
 
 The monarch of the winds beheld its joy 
 
 And called his warriors with a trumpet sound i 
 
 "Behold yon bird," he cried, "its course is smooth; 
 
 It dreams that this is life before it spread. 
 Now hasten you upon its track and throw 
 
 The weapons of your power on its head." 
 
 All suddenly the sky is wild and black. 
 
 The earth is sad and mourns with piteous wail, 
 
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 And dreaded foes approach the happy bird, 
 Now bufFetted and shaken by the gale. 
 
 At last the wind clouds, full of magic power, 
 Have compassed it about with mighty arms 
 
 And crushed the little bird that longed to live, 
 But that it might make others feel life's charms. 
 
 So come we from the heart of God, to life. 
 And full of love of all we see and hear. 
 
 We know not that our foes await to turn 
 Our happiness to fright, courage to fear. 
 
 Great One ! as from the centre of Thy love 
 We grow to meet the universe's demand. 
 
 Still hold us in Thee, with Thy balance power. 
 That in our God-integrity, we stand. 
 
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 ILLIE was merry and Agnes gay 
 All the day; 
 
 Merrily flitted the time away 
 
 All the day; 
 Morning was bright with prisms of dew, 
 Clouds of the dawn merged into the blue 
 
 All the day; 
 Till the noontide hour was drawinp; niffh. 
 And the sun seemed still in the blazing sky, 
 And gazed on the field with saucy stare. 
 Watching the romance enacting there. 
 Westward at last he royally came, — 
 The sun that had filled the world with flame 
 
 All the day. 
 Shades of the evening from gold and red 
 Faded to gray in the ocean bed; 
 Evening looked on with coquettish smile 
 At the scene in the field by the country stile; 
 
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 Looked with benisons kind and meet 
 On the handsome lad with his lassie sweet. 
 The moon peeped out with the clouds of eve, 
 A bridal veil from its beams to weave. 
 
 All the day 
 Watching the coui-tship behind the sun, 
 She 'd laughed and chuckled and revelled in fun. 
 So they were betrothed and they were wed, 
 And the moon drew the veil o'er the young 
 
 bride's head; 
 And the minister sealed the vow the while, 
 In the wide green field by the country stile. 
 
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 HERE, where are you, O soul of mine? 
 
 Encased in flesh and bone. 
 Enclosed in walls, enmeshed in skin, 
 A piteous monochrome?" 
 
 "Not I! I roam the earth at will; 
 
 I enter into air; 
 I live within my friend's sad heart, 
 
 And leave sweet message there; 
 
 "I live within the little child 
 Through gentle lesson taught; 
 
 I live in song that I have sung; 
 In duties I have wrought; 
 
 "I live injustice I have gained 
 
 Through grasp of legal lore; 
 I live in help that I have won 
 
 For the bleeding and the sore. 
 
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 "The more I live in others' lives, 
 The more expands my own; 
 
 Enmeshed in all humanity, 
 And not in skin and bone. 
 
 "The more enmeshed in these I be. 
 The more of God I know ; 
 
 My individuality 
 
 Does thus expand and grow, 
 
 "Until, one day, though still 't is /, 
 More live than as of yore, 
 
 I simply drop my flesh and bone 
 And grow on as before. 
 
 "Still live I in my dear one's heart; 
 
 Still fill the world with song; 
 Still stand for justice and for right ; 
 
 Still send the truth along. 
 
 "And those who dwell in purity 
 And scan ethereal space 
 
 Can talk and walk and be with me 
 And look into my face ! " 
 
 
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 upon the tenets of another faith. 
 
 Where'er you 
 
 WING you with Truth! 
 
 find it, yield! 
 In Jesuit court or in Masonic field; 
 In Calvin's creed, by Blood, salvation bought. 
 Or Christian Science, with All Spirit fraught; 
 In Mental Science, that cognizes all. 
 As body, mind, 171 Spirit, both, make call. 
 Swing you with Truth! In each, one voice rings 
 
 clear. 
 Past earth's uncomprehending, — GOD IS HERE! 
 All have their place in the unfolding plan 
 Where man's chief study is to perfect man. 
 
(The following poem is founded on the legend that 
 Mahadev, the third of the triad god worshipped by the 
 Hindoos, by doing penance gained sufficient merit to cause 
 the river Ganges, or Gunga, to descend from the Milky 
 Way, where it had hitherto flowed, to earth. There, 
 according to heathen belief, it affords salvation to all who 
 touch its waters.) 
 
 Alt back in dim recesses of the ages 
 
 that have passed, 
 J Ay, scores of years whose great events 
 in halls of time are massed, 
 Before the race of Aryans came down from Iran's 
 
 plain 
 To Ind, with all its gold and pearls from land 
 and ocean main, 
 
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 The sacred Ganges swept its path the royal stars 
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 And like the pearls of lustrous bloom in Ormus' 
 
 bosom flung, 
 Its waves gleamed clear against the sky, as swift 
 
 it coursed its way, 
 Until before the throne of Brahme its silvery 
 
 waters lay. 
 
 The self-existing deity and triple god, great 
 
 Brahme, 
 Beheld the sacred Ganges as it flowed in heavenly 
 
 calm, 
 And while it laved the mighty throne where dwelt 
 
 the deity 
 He spoke to Mahadev, the third of that great 
 
 trinity. 
 
 "Great Mahadev, thou knowest well a race will 
 
 soon be born, 
 Whose hearts with pride and passion will be 
 
 turbulent and torn! 
 But in the waves of Ganges all salvation may be 
 
 found 
 For woes and sinfulness of earth within the race 
 
 fast bound." 
 
 "O, Brahme!" then answered Mahadev, "there's 
 
 truth in all you say! 
 For great the power of Gunga, and as perfect as 
 
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 But Brahme, my other self, while Gunga sweeps 
 
 the heavens bright, 
 Our faithful Brahmins cannot touch its waves 
 
 with hope bedight! 
 
 "Behold, I sacrifice myself! In penance do I 
 
 stand 
 A thousand years upon one foot, and thus, 
 
 through merit grand. 
 The sacred Gunga, wandering now amid the 
 
 starry host. 
 Descends to earth, and rushing sweeps e'en down 
 
 to India's coast! " 
 
 Great Mahadev in penance thus a thousand years 
 
 had stood. 
 While eons passed and came and passed in time's 
 
 full amplitude. 
 Still by the triad god's great throne the waters 
 
 fair did gleam. 
 Until, the penance done, to earth descended that 
 
 great stream, 
 
 Fast sweeping down from Brahme's white throne 
 
 in dashing brilliant spray, 
 Like pearls and rubies glittering in blazing glare 
 
 of day, 
 Like flowers — the chandi sweet, that blooms 
 
 when comes the moonlight fair, 
 
 
 
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 Like lotus, — blue and crimson flower that Buddha 
 loves to wear; 
 
 Like jasmine sweet, and ixora, of crimson, 
 
 Vishnu's own; 
 And kuswur, — all of golden hue, in India's 
 
 bosom sown; 
 So dashed the spray with colors bright, like birds 
 
 with plumage red, 
 And bronze and emerald merops on the jewelled 
 
 insect fed! 
 
 Still fast and falling faster came the sparkling 
 
 perfumed spray. 
 Almost diffusing into mist while rushing on its 
 
 way. 
 Till Mahadev, the mighty god, cried, "Gunga, 
 
 hold thy wave! 
 Again I sacrifice myself thy sacred power to 
 
 save ! " 
 
 Then Mahadev above his brow did plait his 
 
 mighty locks 
 And bowed himself submissively on Himalaya's 
 
 rocks 
 That o'er the person of the god the sacred stream 
 
 might flow, 
 And surging, roaring, rush along from wall of 
 
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 Still flowing on to plains beneath where wheat 
 
 and grain are found 
 And where the peepuls toss their heads and 
 
 tamarinds abound 
 And down into the valley where the palms and 
 
 orchids grow 
 And creeping epomoea its lilac blossoms show, 
 
 On, on the mighty river brought by Mahadev to 
 
 Ind, 
 Or flowing fast or slowly, still doth adoration 
 
 find; 
 And on through plain and jungle till it reaches 
 
 Bengal's bay, 
 Sweeps still the mighty river born in heaven's 
 
 Milky Way! 
 
 Know we not another story like to this of sacred 
 
 stream, — 
 Force transmuted into power that through things 
 
 created gleam. 
 While All in One, and One in All, His strength 
 
 and glory show 
 In plans for man's unfolding and begun long 
 
 crores ago; 
 
 When God Force swept the surge of Groivfh 
 through life in low and high, 
 
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 Until from ice-bound region to the land of tropic 
 
 sky 
 God Immanent, transcendent, speaks in every 
 
 land and clime, 
 Infilling His great universe and making all 
 
 divine. 
 
 In islands of the ocean and in lands of dusky 
 
 face, 
 Amid the habitations of every tribe and race. 
 Are thinking souls of women, men, who dedicate 
 
 their lives. 
 That they may show forth Christ in man, whom 
 
 all may recognize. 
 
 So day by day God-thought grows clear, while 
 
 thrills the glorious song, 
 "Oh, cast away, all nations, idols, rites and 
 
 heathen gong; 
 God-Power brings true unfoldment to all lands 
 
 where sun doth shine. 
 The sacred Ganges will not save; that power, 
 
 Christ-Life, is Thine!" 
 
 
 
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 Rising and falling fitfully, 
 Lashing the rocks and pounding the 
 sand, 
 Ever swaying in God's own hand; 
 Never still their whole lives through, — 
 Rising, to fall in the rain and the dew. 
 
 Never still are the clouds of the sky. 
 Ever and ever moving by. 
 Lingering on mountain''s summit hoar, 
 Rising from earth midst ocean's roar; 
 Never still their whole lives through, — 
 Falling to rise in the rain and the dew. 
 
 
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Never still is the life of man, 
 
 Always moving and filling the span 
 
 From God to God: it pulsates still 
 
 At one with the flow of Omniscient Will; 
 
 Never still eternity through, — 
 
 Spreading its blessings like rain and like dew. 
 
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 (The wind has been known to express four distinct tones 
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 HE night was dark, tempestuous; 
 
 The wind howled through the rain, 
 Then sank its voice in nioanini*; 
 
 As it" in mortal pain. 
 
 I listened, for I knew that one 
 
 So sad and yet so strong, 
 Must speak the history of its heart 
 
 In billowy waves of song. 
 
 Ebbing and pulsing like the sea 
 
 Its message floated by; 
 Then cadences of shrieks and screams 
 
 Proclaimed its agonv. 
 
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So grieved and soft, I fain must weep 
 
 To hear it rove the world, 
 Then laugh and dance as swiftly through 
 
 The air its rhythms swirled. 
 
 "Ha! in my home none question me! " 
 
 It shouted fierce with pain, 
 "All shudder and turn pale away 
 
 When I dash down the rain. 
 
 "Fear not, my little raindrops fair. 
 
 Come frolic, play with me; 
 We'll whirl about the housetops high 
 
 And o'er the surging sea; 
 
 "We'll toss the treetops in the air 
 Like leaves flung far and wide; 
 
 We '11 plough the ocean into troughs 
 And in their depths we '11 hide! " 
 
 It groaned like one with deadly hurt. 
 And then its tones sank low; 
 
 I strained my ears to listen 
 As it whispered forth its woe. 
 
 "I owned the orchestra of Life, 
 
 With every tone complete; 
 Nor earth, nor mountain, lake nor sky 
 
 Could with the wind compete. 
 
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 "Though I could rouse the mountains high 
 
 And stir the oceans deep, 
 I loved the best of all my song 
 
 That lulled the world to sleep. 
 
 "The babies ceased their fretful moan 
 
 When from the western sky 
 With golden glow of sunlight gleam 
 
 There came my lullaby. 
 
 "One day a giant, heartless, cold, 
 
 Swept down from upper air; 
 He stole four tones from out my soul, 
 
 And left me in despair. 
 
 "I mourned for my orchestral power 
 When force of storm and calm 
 
 Moved strong in varied symphony. 
 Or in some intoned psalm, — 
 
 ^'But most my heart is desolate 
 
 For the tender lullaby 
 I ne'er can sing the babies now 
 
 When the wind sinks in the sky." 
 
 The story ceased with sobbing wail; 
 
 The voice died quite away, 
 A stream of light shot from the east, — 
 
 After the storm, the day. 
 
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 And out of the tempests of doubts and fears 
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 HANKSGIVING COmeS, 
 
 And happy homes 
 
 Are full of harmony; 
 While sorrow's tear 
 Doth disappear 
 In sweet felicity. 
 
 Thanksgiving goes, 
 And wintry snows 
 
 Enshroud the world in white. 
 Need we not praise 
 On other days 
 
 For health, and love, and light? 
 
 Ah ! what if praise. 
 Through other days, 
 
 Were shut from out the earth! 
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" When thine eye is single, thy whole body, also, is full 
 of light."— St. Like 11: 34. 
 
 N faith I lay me down at night; 
 In faith I wake to morning light; 
 In faith I labor through the day; 
 Tlirough light and dark pursue my way. 
 
 In faith I lift my voice in praise; 
 In faith the loads of life I raise; 
 In faith I walk the path of joy; 
 In faith I meet death, Life's envoy. 
 
 And when in light of faith I live; 
 And when in faith my love I give, 
 My faith shall shine as lamp of God 
 To show the path where I have trod. 
 
My faith shall shine; my life shall shine 
 As flesh, through faith, is made divine; 
 And when with single eye I see. 
 My body full of light shall be. 
 
 If eye be single unto Truth, 
 Naught can I see to bring me ruth; 
 If eye be single unto Light, 
 No dark can come to bring me fright; 
 
 If eye be single unto Way, 
 
 No other path can lead astray; 
 
 If eye be single unto Life, 
 
 No death is there to cause me strife. 
 
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 Thus through the eye this little part 
 Will send its message to the heart. 
 Until the I entire shall see. 
 And mysteries revealed shall be. 
 
 And when the I in faith doth shine 
 And know itself as all divine. 
 Then I will soon forgotten be, 
 And Thou art all the I shall see. 
 
 
 So if the eye thus single see. 
 Full, full of Light shall body be. 
 
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iGHT as the air, delicate, fair. 
 Tinting the landscape with coloring 
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 Fall maple flowers, by ones and in showers. 
 
 The sky, azure blue, perfect in hue. 
 
 Filling the earth with a radiance new. 
 
 Bears on its breast clouds, that float and that rest. 
 
 Mosses that fling, budding with Spring, 
 Exc|uisite shades of the green that they bring. 
 Silently grow, how no one doth know. 
 
 Down at their feet, swiftly and fleet. 
 Burbles the streamlet whose echoes repeat 
 Sounds of earth's rhyme in melodious chime. 
 
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There on the shore, knowing no more 
 
 Than the gentle expression of love's mystic lore, 
 
 Two lovers are seen, Cupid peeping between. 
 
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 VIOLET voiced its hymn of life, 
 
 And this is the song it sang; 
 The melody reached the arching 
 And into the clouds it rang: 
 
 "I lived once in a mansion domed 
 
 With every shade of blue, 
 From tone that kisses seashelPs heart 
 
 To deep cerulean hue. 
 
 "A small gray flower, plain, was I, 
 
 And it was such delight 
 To watch the colors ebb and flow 
 
 From out the one White Light. 
 
 "It made my heart grow glad and free 
 To watch these day by day. 
 
 And shades of sorrow vanished soon, 
 By beauty won away. 
 
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 'One night a fairy came to me, 
 
 As I in dew-bath dreamed, 
 And framed in opalescent light 
 
 Her mystic beauty gleamed. 
 
 " ' What will you choose of all the gifts 
 
 The world can offer you? 
 Whatever is rooted in your mind 
 
 Is yours, if you wish true.'' 
 
 " The sparkle of earth's rarest gems 
 
 Was visioned in my thought; 
 Have I possession in my power 
 
 That is not to be bought? 
 
 "A little flower I, how strange 
 
 The fay to me should come, 
 While many another longs for much 
 
 And I desire have none! 
 
 "I lay in dew-bath, wondering 
 
 If splendor, power or grace 
 Should be the gifts that I would choose, 
 
 Or to be fair of face. 
 
 "Like angel's answer through the mist 
 Still flashed the radiant light. 
 
 By clouded moonbeams caught and kissed 
 In silence of the night. 
 
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 'O fairy,' I said ha})pily, 
 As the rays baptized my heart, 
 " 'Such joy as color gives to me, 
 I pray may I impart.' 
 
 "I fell asleep in blessed trust. 
 That what is right will be; 
 
 Glad that the beauty of the world 
 Found counterpart in me. 
 
 "I woke just as a poet passed 
 In pensive search for song; 
 
 He saw me nestling in the grass 
 And in my face gazed long; 
 
 "Then looked into the sunlit sky. 
 The ceil of my sweet home; 
 
 'Dear God, how we reflect,' he said, 
 ' The wondrous parts of One. 
 
 " 'In broken prisms of Thy love 
 Thy radiance clear doth shine. 
 
 In each, by different manifest. 
 We prove we are divine. 
 
 " 'This little flower must have thought 
 
 Upon the azurine blue. 
 Until her soul reflects Thy love 
 
 In amaranthine hue.' " 
 
 
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