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By ELIZABETH MOUNTCASTLE JOHNSON 
 
 FIRST EDITION 
 
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 Copyrighted 1921 
 
 by 
 
 ELIZABETH JOHNSON 
 
 Los Angeles, Cal. 
 
 21 1921 
 

 DEDICATED 
 
 TO 
 
 MY LIFE LONG PAL 
 
 ROSE EDWARDS (VIABLE 
 
ROSE 
 
 No matter the distance 
 
 That lies between, 
 
 As night brings each day to a close, 
 
 A little thought message 
 
 Is wafted to me 
 
 From "Rose." 
 
 A message of love 
 
 Thru miles of space, 
 
 On wings of the wind it goes, 
 
 And brings me encouragement 
 
 In all I do, this message 
 
 From "Rose." 
 
 When sorrow and trials 
 And troubles come, 
 Who is it that knows 
 Just how to comfort, 
 Help and cheer? 
 Why, "Rose." 
 
 When joy and sunshine 
 Light my way, 
 Who is it that knows 
 Just how to join 
 In the song of the day? 
 Just "Rose." 
 
It has ever been thus 
 
 Between we two, 
 
 And will while life's river flows. 
 
 And on thru time 
 
 My comfort I'll find 
 
 In "Rose." 
 
 If the earth were peopled 
 
 With Souls like hers, 
 
 In this life fhat comes and goes, 
 
 What a wonderful place in which to live, 
 
 If there were only more 
 
 Like "Rose." 
 
MY DAILY PRAYER 
 
 Infinite Thought p?-otect me! 
 
 Hold me each day in Thy love! 
 
 May I trust in Thy power, 
 
 And leave all thought of tomorrow 
 
 In Thy hands. 
 
 To keep Thy law for today, 
 
 And all my days to come, 
 
 Living each one 
 
 As if I were to pass on the next; 
 
 And yet living each one 
 
 As if I had centuries before me; 
 
 Keep each hour full of kindness 
 
 For the weaker ones! 
 
 Keep each week full of cheer, 
 
 Help, trust and love 
 
 Three hundred and sixty-five days in the year. 
 
THE INFINITE THOUGHT 
 
THE INFINITE THOUGHT 
 
 They all filed by 
 
 In a long, long line 
 Down the aisle, thru space 
 
 And on into time. 
 
 Some were my own friends, 
 
 Tried and true; 
 Some were my Father's friends, 
 
 Old ones and new. 
 
 Some were relatives 
 
 Who, long ago 
 Began the journey 
 
 To a higher plane, 
 Who were now passing before me 
 
 In a long row, 
 Chanting a sweet 
 
 And soft refrain. 
 
 Some strewed roses 
 
 And lilies fair, 
 And some brought violets 
 
 For the thoughts up there ; 
 And some gave a kiss 
 
 So soft on my brow, 
 Methinks I can feel 
 
 The joy of it now. 
 
One was a little girl 
 
 In the long row, 
 Who said that I helped her, 
 
 Once, years ago. 
 
 Next was a man 
 
 Whom I never knew, 
 Who said I had helped him 
 
 With a prayer so true 
 Prayed at the Mission, 
 
 Many years now past ; 
 But, the help of the prayer 
 
 Is the thought that will last. 
 
 Then next was a man 
 
 Who wanted to say, 
 My music at the Mission 
 
 Had shown him the way. 
 
 Then a friend, who said, 
 
 My smiles and cheer 
 Had given him strength 
 
 When he was here. 
 
 Then a dear old lady, 
 Who was kind and true, 
 
 Who on Christmas I had given 
 A remembrance to. 
 
 And a man who sat 
 
 In my Bible class 
 Said, I helped him find God, 
 
 As he filed past. 
 
Then I tried to recall 
 
 The girl to my mind 
 Who told me I taught her 
 
 How to be kind. 
 
 Then a neighbor came next 
 Who had lately passed on : 
 
 Said my laugh and cheer 
 Gave him heart for a song. 
 
 Then a little girl 
 
 Who's eyes were so blue, 
 Said I helped her 
 
 To make a dream come true, 
 By teaching her music, 
 
 To help her play, 
 And being kind to her "Daddy" 
 
 After she went away. 
 
 Then came a friend 
 
 Who remembered the day, 
 That I helped her Doctor 
 
 When others ran away: 
 And she thanks me again 
 
 For making the dress 
 They put on her case 
 
 When they laid her to rest. 
 
 Then a friend of my Mother's 
 Who always spreads cheer, 
 
 Said I helped her children 
 Whom she had to leave here. 
 
 Then a dear old man 
 
 In whose home I had spent 
 Many happy hours, 
 
Quite content, 
 Wanted to give me 
 
 His blessings today 
 For the joy and sunshine 
 
 I had brought his way. 
 
 Then the Aunt who thanked me 
 
 For favors I'd shown 
 To her orphaned children, 
 
 Left all alone. 
 
 Then a boy friend from home, 
 
 Who passed long ago, 
 Came to tell me the most wonderful 
 
 Things that I know; 
 Of how good thoughts 
 
 Would free souls in distress 
 And give them joy, 
 
 And peace and rest. 
 
 Then somebody's Father 
 
 Came a long ways from home 
 To give me his blessings 
 
 Wherever I roam ; 
 And out of all the friends, 
 
 Who came today, 
 His love and his blessings 
 
 I'll remember alway. 
 
 There were friends of my childhood, 
 
 Both young and old, 
 All happy to tell me 
 
 Of the song in their soul. 
 
And the dear old Preacher 
 
 Who was Father's friend, 
 Said, if I needed him 
 
 I was only to send, 
 And he'd come to me here 
 
 Across many a mile 
 To the end of the world 
 
 For his friend's child. 
 
 Now these are a part 
 
 Of the Infinite Thought, 
 A nd they teach you to see 
 
 How good deeds are wrought 
 How each tiny act 
 
 Always returns home 
 And rewards the giver: 
 
 But not that alone, 
 For, see how they spread, 
 
 And the joy they give. 
 From the old to the young, 
 
 They help them to live. 
 
 And even in space 
 
 They remember how true, 
 Each small act of kindness 
 
 Helps carry them through ; 
 And they go on and on 
 
 Till the circle they'll span, 
 And return once again 
 
 To this, or some land, 
 Where life will continue, 
 
 And thoughts grow strong, 
 And the progress of souls 
 
 Will blot out all wrong. 
 
So go, Infinite Thought — 
 
 Spread the truth far and wide. 
 And my help I'll give you, 
 
 For you protect and guide 
 My footsteps for ever, 
 
 While the circle I make 
 For your love and blessings, 
 
 Are all mine to take. 
 
 And the long line of friends, 
 
 Who have soared above, 
 Will greet me and hold me 
 
 In the strong arms of love. 
 The assurance is given 
 
 That this life never ends ; 
 Neither love nor kindness 
 
 Is lost on the winds. 
 
 It spins round and round ; 
 
 Thru Eternity it goes. 
 Good thoughts will help 
 
 To conquer your foes ; 
 And love will live always 
 
 And help you to give 
 Cheer and comfort 
 
 To friends while you live. 
 
MOTHER OF MINE 
 
 I have looked all about me, 
 
 To try and find 
 Another dear face 
 
 Like Mother of Mine. 
 
 But nothing so sweet, 
 
 So good and true ; 
 Nothing I find, 
 
 Dear Mother, like you. 
 
 I have looked all about me, 
 
 To try and hear 
 Another Voice one half so dear: 
 
 I have tried to feel safe 
 From care and harms, 
 
 But no shelter equals 
 The fold of your arms. 
 
 No song so sweet 
 
 As your Voice could sing 
 When a little child, 
 
 My cradle you'd swing; 
 No eyes so shining 
 
 As when you would rest 
 Your sleeping child 
 
 Held close to your breast. 
 
 And so, little Mother, 
 To you I will say: 
 
You are leading us upward 
 
 In thoughts today ; 
 Away from this earth 
 
 So full of care, — 
 I know you will find us 
 
 A home up there. 
 
 And then when our work 
 
 On earth is done, 
 We will join you 
 
 In your wonderful home: 
 And the Infinite Thought 
 
 Who works for the best 
 Will, in Thought, let me pillow 
 
 My head on your breast, 
 
 Till Time has had 
 
 Its work fulfilled, 
 And I have had 
 
 Earth Thought removed. 
 Then Mother of Mine, 
 
 Our Teacher you'll be 
 In the Infinite Thought School. 
 
 So I'll patiently wait 
 
 Till the time shall be 
 To give me my home, 
 
 In space with thee, — 
 So we wait the summons 
 
 To come up above : 
 To dwell with you 
 
 In peace and love. 
 
IF 
 
 If life was full of gladsome days 
 
 That flowed by like a song, 
 And all our thoughts were good and pure, 
 
 And things were never wrong ; 
 
 And patience had her perfect work, 
 
 An idle brain no rest : 
 And every one in the Universe 
 
 Helped to work for the best ; 
 
 And if every face wore a happy smile, 
 
 And every eye was bright — 
 And every thought was a thought of love, 
 
 There never would be night. 
 
 So I think that the Infinite Thought 
 
 Just knew how lonely I'd feel 
 If they gave me no one to whom I might serve. 
 
 Nor a broken heart to heal. 
 
 So they gave me troubles a plenty, 
 
 And heart aches not a few ; 
 But they gave me the strength and courage 
 
 To help carry them thru. 
 
 So I will run my little life 
 
 To the tune of faith and love, 
 Till I am safe with the Infinite Thought 
 
 In space up above. 
 
LITTLE SISTER 
 
 Little sister, staunch and true, 
 Helping me in all I do; 
 
 Tell me, from your home on high, 
 Who's so happy as you and I ? 
 
 We'll stand by each other 
 In all we do — 
 While you talk to me 
 And I talk to you. 
 
 When things all seem wrong. 
 Don't know what to do, 
 Then 'tis your little whisper, 
 Be true, be true! 
 
 So here's to little sister, 
 Staunch and true, 
 Helping me 
 In all I do. 
 
NATURE'S VOICE 
 
 There are days 
 
 When everything seems to go wrong: 
 
 When the heart within refuses a song; 
 
 When none whom you meet 
 
 Seems to have a smile, 
 
 And not even the laugh of a happy child 
 
 Will help or cheer in your lonely way, 
 
 And you sigh and sigh the livelong day. 
 
 Then there are days 
 
 That seem just right. 
 
 The flowers bloom, the sun shines bright, 
 
 And every face wears a happy smile. 
 
 And the laugh of each little child 
 
 Fills your heart with love. 
 
 Ah ! the joy they can give, 
 
 Then all your being thinks 
 
 How good to live. 
 
 And all the world 
 
 Looks good and true. 
 
 Then the wonderful mountains 
 
 Can talk to you, 
 
 And the ocean is calm 
 
 Like a silver lake, 
 
 And all the world bids you 
 
 Rejoice for His sake. 
 
 While o'er the white foam 
 Of the ocean breast, 
 
When the day's work is over, 
 And the Sun starts to rest, 
 You can stand and watch 
 Till the last tiny ray 
 Drops into the water 
 At the close of day. 
 
 If for only once 
 
 You watch the Sun seek repose 
 
 As you stand beside the sea, 
 
 Then everything is made worth while 
 
 When nature can speak to thee. 
 
THE PRICELESS TREASURE 
 
 Some men think they know what it means 
 
 To be poor without any gold : 
 But it isn't the man with the empty purse, 
 
 But the man with the empty soul. 
 
 Now most men build their little life 
 
 Within a wall of dollars so high, 
 They do not see the needy ones 
 
 As they go passing by. 
 
 Their only thought in life is gold, 
 
 And if pity be found in their heart 
 It is only the pity (that of the rich for the poor) 
 
 With never a Thought apart — 
 That perhaps after all 
 
 The poor man can say, 
 His blessings are many 
 
 And come every day. 
 
 So you'll find in life 
 
 As the years go by, 
 That riches are things 
 
 Sent down from on high. 
 And the man who receives them 
 
 More often you'll find, 
 Is the man without gold, 
 
 But with a heart good and kind, — 
 
Who has paid his Karma, 
 
 And kept the law ; 
 And his store house of r iches 
 
 Is full to the door. 
 And yet there are those 
 
 Who will say, he is poor. 
 
 Ah ! pity the man 
 
 With his high wall of gold, 
 And no room for love 
 
 In his lonely soul. 
 
 He grows weary with the world 
 
 And all mankind ; 
 Passes on into space, 
 
 But he leaves behind 
 His bag of gold, and joins the throng 
 
 Who must atone for every wrong. 
 
 So stop and think what poverty means 
 
 It's an empty soul within, 
 Who is without lcve and sympathy 
 
 And doesn't know how to begin 
 To build a wall of loving thoughts 
 
 In place of the dollars so high : 
 Then he could see and help 
 
 As the long line goes by. 
 
VIOLETS 
 
 Violets for Thought, 
 
 Pansies for love. 
 Lillies so stately and tall, 
 
 Lilacs for poise. 
 
 Both purple and white, 
 But I love Violets best of all. 
 
 For when I look 
 
 In their dear little face, 
 And remember the work they do — 
 
 How they send out Thoughts 
 
 Both to rich and poor, 
 The Thoughts for good deeds true. 
 
 Their sweet perfume 
 
 Soothes the heart to rest 
 After the day's work is won, 
 
 And the weary soul 
 
 Can sing a song 
 When the work of life is done. 
 
 And as Thoughts are things, 
 And as Violets are Thoughts, 
 
 A.nd blue stands for truth and love, 
 Then the blue Violet 
 Always takes my Thoughts 
 
 To the Infinite Thought above. 
 
A THOUGHT 
 
 We spend our life 
 
 In a careless way; 
 With never a thought 
 
 Of what we say. 
 We talk of friends 
 
 Old and new, 
 And tell all the things 
 
 We "hear" they do. 
 
 Of how each one 
 
 In their own way 
 Came to think thoughts 
 
 Of a world today 
 That is not made 
 
 Up in the sky, 
 But here on earth, 
 
 And they wonder why. 
 
 Such thoughts had not 
 
 Come to them before. 
 When that very thought 
 
 Had knocked at each door 
 And tried to come in 
 
 And show them the way. 
 But the fear 
 
 Of what their friends might say 
 Made them bar the door, 
 
 And the thought went away. 
 
And now those same ones 
 
 Are trying to say, 
 That fear and sin 
 
 Fill the world today — 
 When there is no such thing 
 
 As fear and sin, 
 Only as comes 
 
 From the thought within. 
 
 Some try to believe 
 
 There's a God on a Throne 
 Somewhere in Heaven. 
 
 They say, 
 But if heaven 
 
 Is within the heart, 
 Then God is with you 
 
 Each day. 
 
 So unbar the door, 
 
 Let the Thought come in — 
 Love thy neighbor as thyself, 
 
 Is a good way to begin. 
 
 Then other thoughts will follow, 
 
 For each one calls for more. 
 Ere long you'll find your store house 
 
 Crowded to the door. 
 Then you'll find no thought 
 
 Of fear and sin, 
 For God and Heaven 
 
 Will dwell within. 
 
MY BOY 
 
 As Christmas draws near, 
 
 There's a world of cheer 
 In the memories of long ago, 
 
 When a dear little boy 
 
 Filled my heart with joy, 
 As each Christmas would come and go. 
 
 For Santa Claus old 
 
 Would come thru the hole 
 In the chimney, big and wide, 
 
 The stocking to fill : 
 
 And a tree to build 
 And a hobby horse by its side. 
 
 And long before day 
 
 He'd call Mother to play, 
 And "Daddy, come quick, make a light." 
 
 He'd call Granny to see 
 
 What a wonderful tree 
 Old Santa had left in the night. 
 
 Ah ! those were the days, 
 
 Just wonderful days, 
 Days that seem just right. 
 
 And now I can say 
 
 (As mothers have a way) 
 He's a wonderful man tonight. 
 
And as Christmas draws near, 
 
 I need feel no fear, 
 For his thoughts are strong and true ; 
 
 And the babyland days, 
 
 And the little boy ways 
 Are things he used to do. 
 
 They are treasures I hold 
 
 Close to my soul, 
 As he grows so big and strong. 
 
 For the Infinite Thought 
 
 Their protection will give, 
 And nothing can go wrong. 
 
 So dear little boy, 
 
 My heart fills with joy 
 The same as in days of old. 
 
 And so to me 
 
 Each day I can see 
 The growth of your beautiful soul. 
 
 Tonight I see 
 
 In the future for me, 
 The teachings so wonderfully true : 
 
 That thoughts good and kind 
 
 Forever will bind 
 Your little boy close to you. 
 
 So Mothers, I say 
 
 In love today, 
 Hold your little boys close to your heart 
 
 And when you grow old 
 
 Their love you can hold, 
 And from you they never will part. 
 
If he make a mistake, 
 
 Just for his sake, 
 Hold him closer and closer to you , 
 
 For he is still your boy, 
 
 Your own little boy, 
 So long as your heart holds true. 
 
 For my heart knows tonight 
 
 That I have done right 
 To stand by my boy all along. 
 
 And I'm happy to say 
 
 That the thought holds today, 
 And my soul is filled with a song. 
 
 So here's to my boy, 
 
 My wonderful boy, 
 Whose thoughts are so kind and so true. 
 
 Let your good thoughts flow on 
 
 While I sing my song, 
 There was never a boy like you. 
 
THE MAN WHO DARED 
 
THE MAN WHO DARED 
 
 Once there lived a man 
 
 On this fair earth below, 
 Who dared to think for himself, 
 
 And dared to tell you so. 
 He was good at heart, 
 
 Nor thought a wrong; 
 His motto was love 
 
 For the weak and strong. 
 
 He strove to make 
 
 The world so fair, 
 A better place 
 
 For his having lived there. 
 He fought in battles, 
 
 Brave and strong. 
 Never fearing the right, 
 
 Always fighting the wrong. 
 
 And they said to me, 
 
 (As they have a way) — 
 He is a dangerous man 
 
 In the world today : 
 We better show him 
 
 That he must stay 
 In his own little corner, 
 
 Far out of the way. 
 
 For humanity must never 
 
 Be permitted to see 
 That this man is wise, 
 
As wise can be ; 
 He dares to say 
 
 To all who may hear, 
 That thoughts are things 
 
 Which reach far and near. 
 
 And that all things are yours, 
 
 If you will them to be. 
 For the thought was first ; 
 
 Then, "I WILL," you see, 
 Makes the thought come true 
 
 Then the power to will 
 Is given to all 
 
 In the place they fill. 
 
 But the world never knows 
 
 Until we pass on, 
 How to value a man 
 
 So good and strong. 
 But the thoughts that he left 
 
 Are with them today, 
 Spreading far and wide, 
 
 And you'll hear them say: 
 
 'What a wonderful man ; 
 
 This man who dared 
 To think for himself, 
 
 And never cared 
 Who censured or reproved, 
 
 His thoughts so strong, 
 He stood for the right 
 
 And fought against wrong. 
 
'His courage was beautiful 
 
 For all to behold ; 
 And a lesson we learn 
 
 From this man so bold, 
 Is to be sure you are right : 
 
 Take your stand, good and strong; 
 Hold on to the right 
 
 And forget the wrong." 
 
 So I say, "truth and courage" 
 
 To the world he taught, 
 For now he has joined 
 
 The Infinite Thought. 
 
 And when you praise 
 
 This man today, 
 Don't think that he 
 
 Is so far away. 
 He hears and sees 
 
 All that you do. 
 And now he knows 
 
 What he gave to you 
 Was the courage to stand 
 
 For the thought so true. 
 
 So to you who still dwell 
 
 On this fair earth below, 
 Be careful of your thoughts. 
 
 They are the seed you sow : 
 And the time will come 
 
 When all must pay, 
 For the seed they have sown 
 
 On earth today. 
 
So send out good thoughts 
 
 Of cheer and love, 
 And reap your reward 
 
 In the land above. 
 
 For the time never comes 
 When a thought stands still. 
 It goes on and on 
 To the tune of "I Will." 
 
 It completes the circle 
 And comes back again : 
 
 And continues to chant 
 The same refrain. 
 
 Life never ends: 
 
 Neither thoughts good and true 
 And somewhere in life 
 
 They'll come back to you. 
 It may be here, 
 
 It may be there : 
 But your thoughts will return, 
 
 No matter where. 
 The life within you 
 
 Finds them today, 
 Here on this fair earth 
 
 Or in space far away. 
 They are the same thoughts 
 
 You sent forth on their way. 
 So be careful of the thought seed 
 
 You are sowing today. 
 
 Now this man who had courage 
 To will and to do, 
 
In the years he spent 
 
 On earth with you, 
 Is reaping a harvest 
 
 Of deeds brave and strong. 
 He stood for the right 
 
 And fought against wrong. 
 
THE GREAT COMMAND 
 
 When the Pharisees heard how the Saducese 
 
 Had questioned the Nazarene, 
 
 They called together their lawyers and wise men 
 
 To perplex this man so serene. 
 
 For He had put the Saducese to silence: 
 
 The Herodians had slipped away 
 
 To render unto Caesar 
 
 The things that were Caesar's, 
 
 According to the inscriptions they say. 
 
 So the Pharisees, their lawyer and wise men 
 
 Pondered carefully as to how they might find 
 
 Some way to accuse this God man, 
 
 This man with a heart so kind. 
 
 Methinks I can see this council 
 
 Suggesting the things they might do, 
 
 Caring naught for the hurt 
 
 They might give, 
 
 And wounding a heart so true. 
 
 The wisest of all was the spokesman, 
 And careful to omit any flaw, 
 Decided to propound a question 
 Concerning the law. 
 So vain-glorious and self-efficient 
 Was the true Pharisees' way. 
 (Some of these still dwell 
 On our fair earth today.) 
 
 Oh, Master, from out of the law 
 Please tell us, we pray, 
 
Which is the greatest commandment? 
 Then paused, waiting for Him to say: 
 "Thou shalt love the Lord thy God 
 With all thy heart and mind." 
 This, I say, is the first great command : 
 The second is like unto it, you will find, 
 "Love thy neighbor as thyself, 
 And unto all be kind." 
 
 On these two commandments 
 
 Hang all the law. 
 
 So spread love o'er all the land. 
 
 For when you love God with all thy min< 
 
 You and your neighbor 
 
 Walk hand in hand. 
 
 So the Pharisees bowed their heads 
 
 And slowly walked away. 
 
 Neither the wise ones or the lawyers 
 
 Had anything more to say. • 
 
 And from that day forth 
 
 Did another man 
 
 Ask Him even one question more. 
 
 So He departed from the Temple, 
 
 Leaving them to think it o'er. 
 
 The Pharisees are still with us today, 
 The wise man, the lawyers bold : 
 Still asking questions, trying to confuse 
 The story the Nazarene told. 
 Beware of these Pharisees 
 Who send up their prayers 
 In public, where all can see ; 
 Trust them not in word or deed, 
 They are not what thev seem to be. 
 
SUCCESS 
 
 Another year has passed on 
 
 Into time : 
 Days and weeks, that to me 
 
 Were kind. 
 Each of us lives this life — 
 
 No two, the same way — 
 And yet, there are those 
 
 Who say, 
 
 "'Tis a long way." 
 
 To me each day is full 
 
 Of cheer ; 
 Full of work and service 
 
 To those here 
 Who need a word of kindness 
 
 And love. 
 Who never heard of the 
 
 Thought above, 
 
 The Infinite Love. 
 
 Days pass into weeks and months, 
 
 And ere long 
 Another year has passed 
 
 And gone — 
 And soon old age 
 
 Finds each one, 
 And sings a song 
 
 "That Life is done, 
 
 And rest will come." 
 
Ah ! No ; remember that life 
 
 Is never done. 
 Life is eternal and continues 
 
 Like the sun. 
 It turns in a circle, 
 
 Never still — 
 
 Chanting over and over 
 
 "I will, I will"! 
 Till we are filled 
 
 With power to think, to do 
 And to know 
 
 Life is just what we make it 
 While here below. 
 
 And when things go wrong, 
 Clouds hang lower — 
 
 We at once place our failure 
 At another's door. 
 
 "Think it o'er"! 
 
 Be brave, fight your battles 
 
 All alone ! 
 'Tis you, not another 
 
 Must attone. 
 This life is only given to you 
 
 For a time. 
 Teach it faith and love, 
 
 And to be kind, 
 
 And you'll find 
 Faith, love and kindness 
 
 Each day 
 Continue to lead you 
 
 In the way 
 Where gloom, despair and failure 
 
 Are not known. 
 
And joy, peace and success 
 Are your own — 
 Then you have attone ! 
 
 So as years pass on into time, 
 
 I say to you — 
 Let your thoughts in life 
 
 Be true. 
 And at the close of another year 
 
 You can say — 
 I have overcome all trials 
 
 That came my way, 
 
 And success is mine today. 
 
KNOW THYSELF 
 
 Know thyself, was a command 
 
 From high forces above — 
 
 For to know Thyself 
 
 Is to know those all around you 
 
 And to have compassion and love. 
 
 For to know is w T idsdom, 
 
 And wisdom is to understand ; 
 
 And when we know 
 
 The trials and sorrows 
 
 Of our fellow man, 
 
 We spread the mantle of charity 
 
 Over all his acts. 
 
 Charity suffereth long and is kind— 
 
 And some day we find 
 
 Faith, hope and love 
 
 Traveling hand in hand 
 
 All thru space, 
 
 And over this fair land. 
 
 So when Forces gave command 
 To know Thyself, 
 It was to help the wide world over 
 To get wisdom and to understand. 
 
 Far away at Delphi 
 Stands a Temple 
 With many gates — 
 And, on a lofty Tripod, 
 
The "Pythis" waits 
 
 To receive divine inspiration. 
 
 And among the inscriptions 
 
 You find carved on the smooth wall, 
 
 That — to Know Thyself — 
 
 Was even then a command 
 
 Given to all. 
 
 On the Eastern side of the Temple 
 
 May be seen, 
 
 While you wait, 
 
 Apollo and the Muses, 
 
 And carved over the gate 
 
 Is the command 
 
 To Know Thyself and understand. 
 
 Life's problems are many — 
 Then obey high Forces command : 
 Know Thyself as man to man, 
 And understand ! 
 
AN EYE FOR AN EYE 
 
 An eye for an eye, 
 
 A tooth for a tooth, 
 
 Was not a thought 
 
 From our God above : 
 
 For our God of the earth. 
 
 And the God of all, 
 
 Is a God of Infinite Love. 
 
 An eye for an eye, 
 
 A tooth for a tooth, 
 
 Is not the teaching 
 
 Of kindness and cheer. 
 
 And our God of the earth, 
 
 And the God of all, 
 
 Never meant us to live by it, here. 
 
 An eye for an eye, 
 
 A tooth for a tooth, 
 
 Best to let 
 
 Such a thought depart, 
 
 For our God of the earth, 
 
 The God of all 
 
 Is a God with a loving heart ! 
 
 An eye for an eye, 
 
 A tooth for a tooth, 
 
 Is not His daily creed, 
 
 For our God of the earth, 
 
 The God of all, 
 
 Is not a God of graft and greed. 
 
An eye for an eye, 
 
 A tooth for a tooth, 
 
 When we have 
 
 Such a short time here, 
 
 No ! we better give love 
 
 And add to our store 
 
 Of faith, hope and cheer. 
 
 Forgiveness and love, 
 
 With kindness of thought, 
 
 For all who ctwell here below— 
 
 From our God, the earth, 
 
 The God of all 
 
 Are His teachings, we all know. 
 
 If we keep the law, 
 Obey all commands 
 From high Forces above — 
 Know the God of the earth, 
 The God of all 
 Is the God of Infinite Love ! 
 
 So forget the old Mosaic law ; 
 
 Its teachings were never 
 
 Meant for you ! 
 
 You live in a day 
 
 When the world needs love, 
 
 From hearts kind and true. 
 
 So the time that is yours 
 
 To help or to hurt 
 
 To the life loaned to you be true. 
 
 Teach it kindness, first; 
 
 Then forgiveness and love, 
 
 And all things will come to you. 
 
THE GIFT OF THOUGHT 
 
 Oh, wonderful 
 
 Power of thought ; 
 
 A gift from the God on high ; 
 
 To every soul who seeks 
 
 Shall find life. 
 
 We never die, 
 
 Death is only a word, 
 
 For life is eternal. 
 
 And you 
 
 Must teach the thought 
 
 (That is part of the life) 
 
 The power of will, so true! 
 
 Now the power of thought 
 Will not find success 
 If it must stand alone. 
 It must be supported 
 By the power of will 
 Till the life shall atone 
 For every wrong : 
 Both in thought and deed 
 To yourself and others too. 
 For wrong thoughts, 
 As well as wrong deeds, 
 Will keep your life untrue. 
 
 Let your thought be pure ; 
 
 Let your deeds be kind. 
 
 For the power to think and do 
 
Is given to all. 
 
 So use your gift, 
 
 It's a gift that was meant for "You." 
 
 When first a thought 
 
 Begins to dawn, 
 
 Strengthen it with your will, 
 
 And as each thought is born, 
 
 Nourish it till it grows strong 
 
 And has the power to say, "I Will." 
 
 For not until 
 
 Thought and will 
 
 Walk hand in hand, 
 
 Will you become a man ! 
 
 For thoughts are things, 
 But the will makes them so. 
 And to all this power is given : 
 For if the thought is pure 
 And your deeds are kind, 
 You are filling your storehouse 
 In Heaven. 
 
 So think your own thoughts: 
 
 Let no one say 
 
 What you should think 
 
 In your Soul today. 
 
 It is yours to teach, 
 
 So to yourself be true. 
 
 No one is responsible 
 
 To the life, but you ! 
 
A LONGING 
 
 Could I once more speak 
 To my friends on earth, 
 And tell them how thoughts 
 Good and strong 
 Would heal broken hearts, 
 And heal broken minds, 
 And blot out all wrong — 
 
 Had I known the things 
 
 That I tell to you — 
 
 If someone had whispered to me 
 
 That right thoughts give health, 
 
 And right thoughts give wealth, 
 
 And to all these thoughts are free — 
 
 Oh ! the joy it gives me 
 
 From out of space 
 
 To speak to my friends thru you, 
 
 For you make conditions 
 
 So I can come 
 
 With my message of love so true. 
 
 So each day I'll give you a message, 
 And I'll give you the courage to tell 
 How the power of thought 
 Many souls has bought, 
 And there is no such place as hell. 
 
 So help rescue 
 
 Our kind and loving God 
 
 From this thing 
 
They have placed at His door: 
 For His love for man 
 He spreads o'er the land, 
 And will live forever more. 
 
 He is a God who knows no wrath : 
 
 His teachings are forgiveness and love. 
 
 He never made you — 
 
 He never made me — 
 
 To banish from a home above. 
 
 'Tis true (as we know), 
 
 He made a law — 
 
 You must love others 
 
 As you wish them to love you. 
 
 You must be kind 
 
 To all you find, 
 
 And live a life that's true. 
 
 Keep this law of balance 
 
 Made by Him. 
 
 Teach your life to obey all commands, 
 
 Then think your own thoughts, 
 
 Let love be your guide, 
 
 And you'll find Heaven then, 
 
 Heaven here on earth, 
 
 If you wish it so. 
 
 No need to wait to pass on, 
 
 For His word holds true, 
 
 And the thought will too, 
 
 Good thoughts (forget the wrong). 
 
 All nature speaks 
 Of a loving God, 
 For it is all just a part of the whole. 
 
The same old story 
 
 Of truth and love, 
 
 The story the Nazarene told. 
 
 So we would like to know 
 
 Who made this hell? 
 
 That's been taught far and wide ; 
 
 Certainly not the Son of God, 
 
 Who came on earth to abide 
 
 For a little time, 
 
 Just to show to all 
 
 How thoughts good and kind 
 
 Would heal the sick, 
 
 Make the lame to walk 
 
 And open the eyes of the blind. 
 
 So let us learn a lesson from Him: 
 
 Let your thoughts be kind and true. 
 
 And always do unto others 
 
 As you would have them do to you. 
 
 Then in your heart and life 
 
 The result of good thought will tell, 
 
 And you'll find 
 
 You are living this life in Heaven : 
 
 So forget the teachings of hell ! 
 
 For I say to you from my home above, 
 
 Follow the teachings of the Nazarene 
 
 And all things will be given unto you. 
 
 Then you'll find joy supreme. 
 
 So I say 
 
 Could I live on earth once more 
 
 I'd spread thoughts of love o'er the land. 
 
 And the Orthodox 
 
 Would pack their grips 
 
 And hide them away in the sand. 
 
WASTED YEARS 
 
 The days and weeks 
 
 Go all too fast, 
 
 When there is so much to do. 
 
 For the longest life 
 
 Is short at best, 
 
 Don't waste the time given to you. 
 
 For the sorrow that comes 
 From wasted years : 
 The gloom, the tears, 
 Must all be atoned for 
 Before you will find 
 Peace, joy and love sublime. 
 Oh ! how we wish 
 We had known long ago 
 The joy of service here below. 
 
 Had w T e known the joy 
 
 A smile could give, 
 
 To help some one to live: 
 
 Or a w^ord of cheer 
 
 Spoken here or there, 
 
 To chase away thoughts of fear 
 
 For this little earth band, 
 
 Why fear to live 
 
 Here or some other land ? 
 
 Here in the Kingdom of right, 
 There in the Kingdom of light ! 
 
It matters not my friend, 
 For there is no end. 
 We must serve here on earth 
 And in space above. 
 But when service comes 
 From a heart of love, 
 There will be no tears 
 Over wasted years. 
 
THE DARK HOUR 
 
 Just when the way seems darkest, 
 
 Not a ray of light to be seen — 
 And your soul is bowed in sorrow, 
 
 Not even a tiny sunbeam 
 Can shine thru the clouds so heavy, 
 
 To brighten your lonely way — 
 Remember it is always the darkest 
 
 Just before peep of day. 
 
 "My burden is heavy, 
 
 I can bear no more," 
 Is never quite safe to say — 
 
 For the burden we feel 
 
 We could never endure, 
 We may be called on to bear today. 
 
 So cultivate a grateful, contented mind 
 
 No matter what the situation may be 
 In the darkest condition 
 
 To look for some light, 
 And be thankful 
 
 For what you can see. 
 For the mind, like the body, 
 
 Can be trained to see gloom, 
 Even tho the sun is shining bright : 
 
 You forget all your blessings, 
 You refuse to see day 
 
 But only the gloom and the night. 
 
The silver lining 
 
 That's behind every cloud 
 Is only waiting for day — 
 
 So have faith and hope, 
 
 For clouds pass on, 
 But the silver lining will stay! 
 
 I have seen some clouds 
 
 So thick and black — 
 I felt they had come to stay: 
 
 But in time they roll by, 
 
 And now I know 
 The dark hour is just before day. 
 
DADD,Y 
 
 My wonderful, wonderful Daddy, 
 With hair as white as snow, 
 
 I am wishing that I were near you 
 For there are things I want to know. 
 
 You who are always ready to give 
 To all from your bountiful store 
 
 Of love and cheer and sympathy, 
 No one could ask for more. 
 
 For love you give in plenty 
 
 And cheer you spread far and wide. 
 And the sympathy I could find today 
 
 If I were at your side. 
 
 But miles and miles lay between us, 
 And yet, I feel you so near — 
 
 For the Infinite Thought has assured me 
 You are sending me words of cheer. 
 
 You say, be brave and strong, dear, 
 For I am helping you each day 
 
 By sending you a loving thought 
 To help you on your way. 
 
 Come pillow your head on my shoulder: 
 
 Be my little girl once again 
 And I will sing you a lullaby, 
 
 To a soft and sweet refrain. 
 
'Tis a long, lone road of trouble 
 That we have travelled together, 
 
 And you and I have seen some clouds, 
 But lots of sunshiny weather. 
 
 So I am holding you in my wall of Thoughts, 
 
 Though the Continent divide. 
 I am giving you a kiss 
 
 For you are at my side. 
 
 You who have paid your balance dear, 
 
 Come rest in Daddy's arms 
 The same as when a little girl, 
 
 He'll shield you from all harm. 
 
THE CROSS IN MY HAND 
 
 The Cross in my hand 
 
 Is a command 
 
 To heal ! 
 
 To relieve the suffering and distressed, 
 
 And I have all revealed. 
 
 The Cross in my hand 
 
 Is a command 
 
 To be kind ! 
 
 To teach love, sympathy and cheer 
 
 For all time. 
 
 The Cross in my hand 
 
 Is a command 
 
 To be true ! 
 
 To be faithful in all things 
 
 I am called to do. 
 
 So let me obey the command 
 To heal, to be kind, to be true! 
 For the Cross within my hand 
 Tells me I have work to do. 
 
LOVELY NIGHT 
 
 There are those who say 
 
 They love the day 
 
 With the Sun shining 
 
 Warm and bright: 
 
 But for me, 
 
 The stars and Moon 
 
 Have a song they croon 
 
 And I call it 
 
 "My Lovely Night." 
 
 For the moon-beams cold, 
 
 Like the story old, 
 
 Hides his face 
 
 From his rival the Sun. 
 
 And when he goes to rest, 
 
 The Moon peeps from his nest, 
 
 And seeing the day's work is done, 
 
 He comes creeping so proud 
 
 Thru the door of some cloud — 
 
 To keep watch o'er the earth 
 
 At night. 
 
 For lovers all know 
 
 He directs Cupid's bow, 
 
 And he always aims 
 
 Just right. 
 
 Then millions of stars 
 Lend their twinkling light 
 To this moon-beam up above — 
 And they help him to sing 
 
"My Lovely Night," 
 A night of joy and love! 
 
 Have you ever seen 
 Two lovers dream 
 In the sunshine, 
 Warm and bright? 
 No ! they hide away 
 From the Sun and day, 
 And wait for the Moon 
 And night. 
 
 Once this Moon 
 
 On the third of June, 
 
 When he was so wonderfully new — 
 
 When a silver rim 
 
 Was all to be seen of him, 
 
 He directed an arrow so true, 
 
 For by his side so near — 
 
 A tiny star nestled there — 
 
 Seemingly happy and bright: 
 
 This star seemed to know 
 
 Just how Cupid's bow 
 
 Had made this her "Lovely Night." 
 
 To the Moon it meant 
 He had been content; 
 For to him the story 
 Was old. 
 
 But to the star so bright 
 It was a happy night — 
 And as much to the Moon 
 She told. 
 
All who may, 
 
 Can have the Sun and day: 
 
 But to me, 
 
 The most wonderful sight 
 
 Is this moon-beam proud, 
 
 Peeping out from some cloud 
 
 Making my "Lovely Night." 
 
TO MY LITTLE FRIEND 
 
 She was a dear little girl 
 
 With straight, red hair; 
 And eyes so big and blue, 
 
 And a face so sweet — 
 And a heart so big 
 
 And Thoughts so kind and true. 
 
 She made you feel 
 
 When near your side, 
 (In her own little spiritual way) 
 
 That she had only come 
 To visit the earth 
 
 And had never meant to stay. 
 
 So she found her way 
 
 Into many a heart 
 Where she left her Thoughts of cheer. 
 
 And many of us 
 Who are better today, 
 
 For her little visit here. 
 
 She had the deepest love 
 
 For things that were pink, 
 In ribbons and dresses and hose. 
 
 And her fondness for flowers, 
 The one she loved best 
 
 Was a beautiful big pink rose. 
 
 So I keep on my table, 
 That stands in my room 
 
A bowl of pink flowers for cheer. 
 
 And she visits with me, 
 And little secrets we tell 
 
 Of how she would like to come near 
 
 To the dear ones at home; 
 
 But their grief and their tears 
 Hang like a veil between: 
 
 While their Thoughts are true, 
 But she wishes they knew 
 
 That to die, is not as it seems. 
 
 So if they will stop grieving, 
 
 And place on a stand 
 A bowl of roses so pink, 
 
 I'll visit them there 
 And from out of space 
 
 Will try to help them think. 
 
 For bright, happy Thoughts 
 Helps the heart grow young, 
 And are character builders too. 
 
 So think of me here 
 In a spirit of cheer, 
 
 As a visit I made to you. 
 
 So spread good Thoughts, 
 
 Bright, happy Thoughts. 
 Help the old, sad world to see: 
 
 For in as much 
 As you give to them, 
 
 You do it unto Me. 
 
 So dry your tears, 
 And calm vour fears. 
 
For life is eternal you know. 
 
 And Thoughts are things 
 Both good and bad, 
 
 And follow where ere you go. 
 
 So think loving Thoughts; 
 
 Send them far and wide 
 And they will always come back to you. 
 
 And they will strengthen me here, 
 And help you there 
 
 In the work I have to do. 
 
 For my work is to visit 
 
 The flowers everywhere, 
 And give to them whispers of love. 
 
 For their little life 
 Is part of the Thought 
 
 That is sent out from above. 
 
 So begin by thinking, 
 
 Of the circle we make 
 In the endlessness of time. 
 
 Have good, wholesome Thoughts, 
 The same loving Thoughts, 
 
 And some day I know you will find. 
 
 That the Thoughts you sent out 
 
 Have returned once again 
 To fill all your days with cheer. 
 
 And your memories of me 
 Must be bright and true 
 
 Before they will let me come near. 
 
 So now get the flowers, 
 The pink rose I love best 
 
And place on the stand in your room. 
 
 And be happy and gay, 
 And watch every day 
 
 For I am going to visit you soon. 
 
FRIEND 
 
 What is a friend? 
 
 How many do you find 
 
 As you come and go each day? 
 
 'Tis said, only one 
 
 Comes to each of us 
 
 As thru life we wend our way. 
 
 Now friendship, 'tis said, 
 Is a much abused word, 
 May be lightly spoken by you. 
 But I know one 
 Whom I have found, 
 Always faithful and true. 
 
 She has big, grey eyes, 
 
 And golden hair, 
 
 And some dear, little freckles too : 
 
 But a heart so big, 
 
 Full of love for all, 
 
 And a happy smile for you. 
 
 She spends much time 
 
 Each day in thought, 
 
 Searching for some one to cheer: 
 
 And I know the life 
 
 That's been loaned to her 
 
 Has been taught love and kindness here. 
 
 Her motto is love, 
 
 Her watchword is truth 
 
For all who pass her way. 
 
 And this old world 
 
 Is a better world 
 
 For the life she is living today. 
 
 When our work here is finished, 
 
 As it will be in time, 
 
 One of us must pass on, and yet 
 
 I know we will remember 
 
 Our friendship here, 
 
 My dear friend I call "Pet." 
 
SMILES 
 
 Do you know the joy 
 
 That comes from a smile ? 
 Can you see the face 
 
 Of a little child, 
 And not receive 
 
 From his smile so true, 
 A lesson in faith 
 
 Just meant for you? 
 
 Can you pass them by 
 
 On a crowded street, 
 Weary sad faces 
 
 Of those you meet — 
 And not smile a greeting 
 
 To the face so sad, 
 But just pass by — 
 
 Would you still be glad? 
 
 Can you look at the flowers 
 
 That bloom for all — 
 The violet, the rose; 
 
 The stately lily, so tall, 
 And not smile a greeting 
 
 Of thanksgiving to them? 
 For remember, their life 
 
 Is a part of Him ! 
 Can you keep from smiling 
 
 As you go your way, 
 Receiving favors from others 
 
 From day to day. 
 
 If you cannot smile, 
 
 Then your soul is grown old- 
 And what do you find 
 
This life to hold ? 
 For 'tis certain that others 
 
 Whom you see each day 
 Will begin to shun you 
 
 When you pass their way. 
 
 Now a smile costs nothing; 
 
 It is easy to give — 
 And will help all you meet, 
 
 Their life to live. 
 It will chase away sorrow, 
 
 And to some hearts bring cheer. 
 For often they have known 
 
 Only sadness here. 
 
 So smile, it won't hurt — 
 
 But will help you too! 
 For what you send out 
 
 Will come back to you. 
 It may be a thought, 
 
 May be love or a smile. 
 But try passing them around 
 Just for awhile. 
 
 Then watch how soon 
 
 They respond to your cheer. 
 Think of the joy 
 
 One smile will leave here. 
 For when you help others, 
 
 You are just helping yourself. 
 You can give and give 
 
 But there will be some left ; 
 And the thing you leave here 
 
 That will be worth while, 
 Will be love and kindness 
 
 That went with your smile. 
 
INFINITE REPRIMAND 
 
 A heart bowed down with sorrow, 
 
 Trying to go all the way 
 
 With the worries of tomorrow 
 
 And burdens of today. 
 
 Yesterday was a day well spent, 
 
 All laws obeyed by you, 
 
 And yet, weary you went to rest 
 
 With the thought, "Have I been true?" 
 
 Will tomorrow bring me 
 The things I've lost? 
 Will the Infinite Thoughts above 
 Return to give me their blessings? 
 Return to give me their love? 
 Ah! You with a faith so weak, 
 Will you ever learn to say, 
 Thy will, not mine be done 
 On earth as in Heaven, today! 
 
 Now learn your lesson of trust, 
 
 And remember you sometimes 
 
 Need rest! 
 
 So don't try to direct from your place below, 
 
 For the Infinite Thought knows best. 
 
 They watch o'er you day and night: 
 
 You never are left alone. 
 
 So forget the thought 
 
 That you were untrue, 
 
 For I say you have atoned. 
 
And I will teach you 
 
 A lesson in trust 
 
 Each day as I walk by your side. 
 
 So leave the cares of tomorrow alone 
 
 And have faith 
 
 In the love of your guide. 
 
 Not once do I leave you, 
 
 Night or day: 
 
 For we will always travel together, 
 
 Not for a week, a month, a year, 
 
 But yesterday, today and forever! 
 
LIFE'S MIRROR 
 
 When you stand before your mirror, 
 Do you see reflected there 
 The face with a Soul behind it, 
 Or just a fact that's fair? 
 
 Are you willing to admit the wrongs 
 
 You have done in a business way? 
 
 Or can you look yourself in the face 
 
 And be truthful when you say, 
 
 "I have kept the law of balance, 
 
 And treated all mankind 
 
 Just as I would have them do to me, 
 
 And on my records you'll find 
 
 Honesty, truth and love 
 
 For all who have passed my way." 
 
 So I can stand before my mirror, 
 And see more than a face today.