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 Copyright, 1914 
 
 Laura M. Walker 
 
 Lakewood, N. J. 
 
 NOV 21 19/4 
 ©a A 3876 3 3 
 
Reflection 
 
 1 
 
 The Burning Heart 
 
 2 
 
 Woodland Ways 
 
 3 
 
 Sympathy 
 
 4 
 
 Tne Neat 
 
 5 
 
 Immortal 
 
 6 
 
 Small Things 
 
 7 
 
 Autumn 
 
 8 
 
 Life 
 
 9 
 
 The Mother 
 
 10 
 
 Shelter 
 
 11 
 
 The Torch 
 
 12 
 
 Spectrum 
 
 13 
 
 A Trihute 
 
 14 
 
 One Hour 
 
 15 
 
 "Come, Little Child" 
 
 16 
 
 "Lest I Stray" 
 
 17 
 
 Storm 
 
 18 
 
 Two Thieve* 
 
 19 
 
 Self 
 
 20 
 
 Youth 
 
 21 
 
 Travellers 
 
 22 
 
 Sounds 
 
 23 
 
 Fall Days 
 
 24 
 
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 REFLECTION 
 
 ^^SfeSfe 
 
 ERE I tne deptns of some translucent lake 
 And you a star set hign in Leavens blue. 
 Your image deep into my soul I a take 
 And so reflect, in me, yourself to you. 
 
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THE BURNING HEART 
 
 ENTO the ocean sinks the burning sun 
 And night is near, and peace, for those who sleep: 
 Ah! would to God my own life's day were d< 
 And quenched this turning heart in waters deep. 
 
 ^^SSSS^ 
 
WOODLAND WAYS 
 
 ? HEN wandring joyous in the woodland ways 
 In every leaf I sing my dear love s praise ; 
 But when to city turmoil I depart, 
 I hold my dear love hidden in my heart. 
 
"^E^SS 
 
 SYMPATHY 
 
 HAT is life wortk without tke clinging Lands 
 And soft unwavering gaze, wkick silent tell 
 Tnat tkrougk tke stress of every day's demands. 
 Between us, all is well. 
 
y^\N empty Louse is like an empty nest: 
 
 It, too. Las sLeltered little new-Lorn tLings, 
 \VLo, Luman-wise or else witL fluttering wings 
 ^Went fortL to seek tLeir way, at Gods LeLest. 
 
^^s^sss 
 
 jEEP in tne rose s neart., far to tke roseate sky, 
 [nto my love s true eyes to heart of gold ; 
 1 nere looking need I never more be told 
 Tkat we are born to love and tken — to die. 
 
SMALL THINGS 
 
 [CORN not the smallest act in faith to Jo, 
 God in his greatness does the small tilings too; 
 Hold high thy head ahove all -wrong to see. 
 But bend it low to hear when aught is asked of thee. 
 
AUTUMN 
 
 /pRAY of the clouds, russet of autumn wood. 
 ^ Gold of tke meadow, and the setting sun! 
 And we whose summer had but just begun, 
 ^^ere no wise ready for this autumn mood. 
 
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/A little candle in a timid Land 
 ™ Exploring darkness round and round about : 
 SKade well tke little flame, for tnere may stand 
 At any corner one wno'U Wow it out. 
 
THE MOTHER 
 
 BENDING down she whispers to her child 
 "Little petal from a sweet wild rose. 
 Soft as down from thistle! Dear God knows 
 All my heart is happy," and she smiled. 
 
A S flower skeltered from tne stormy witu 
 ^^ By some great rock and naving not to strive. 
 So, near tky strength dotn all my being tnrive. 
 And warmtn and quiet do I daily find. 
 
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TT^\EATH cannot quench this flame— 
 
 *— ' love s holy flame. 
 
 For naught can cool or dim the sacred light; 
 
 Through aeons past, from soul to soul it came ; 
 
 Wlio hears this torch strong death cannot affright. 
 
 12 
 
^SSfc^ 
 
 SPECTRUM 
 
 SJpOUTH runs the gamut of all color gay. 
 
 Like sun through crystal shining on the wall: 
 And Age moves slowly hy a sadder way. 
 Where moonlight spectrum hardly shows at all. 
 
 13 
 
A TRIBUTE 
 
 TU7ER eyes I liken to pellucid brook. 
 
 With nappy lights oy golden sunshine tinged, 
 And all her soul seems from tnose eyes to look 
 Vv nose setting is so deeply darkly fringed. 
 
 14 
 
ONE HOUR 
 
 NE little tour in one wnole day 
 ne Jay in all tne seven. 
 
 Vet in that day, say wkat ye may 
 I Lave one tour of keaven. 
 
 15 
 
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 "COME LITTLE CHILD" 
 
 /pOME little child and hold me hy the hand. 
 And look at me with tender loving eyes ! 
 Would I were pure like thee — not worldly wise 
 So should I hold all hearts at my command. 
 
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 LEST I STRAY 
 
 Tf F thy thought turns to me with prayer 
 
 On thy dear lips, to bless my way. 
 If thy God keep me lest I stray 
 Thy faith I must a little share. 
 
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TWO THIEVES 
 
 SPIRIT of air, ruby, iris and gold. 
 Bird with breast gleaming, 
 and swift-shining flight. 
 There is another, for honey less bold. 
 Blundering, soft colored, moth of the night. 
 
GjpHERE are some mortals wrapped close in a veil 
 
 Of self, who heed not all the happy ways 
 Of those about them, hut instead, hewail 
 Their loneliness and blindly live their days. 
 
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 QS^S, 
 
fODELLED in heauty- chiselled strong. 
 Perfection thrilled with life and young : 
 Surely when he was horn the angels sung 
 And gave him joy to help the sad and wrong. 
 
TRAVELLERS 
 
 THERE are so many, travelling on life's road, 
 Some Uitne and gay and some witk lagging feet 
 Tnere is not one wno does not bear kis load. 
 And in eacn cup drink titter witn nis sweet. 
 
 22 
 
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 SOUNDS 
 
 'jjNJTOT yet has man made populous the sky 
 
 With aeroplane and thrumming engine voice 
 We still can hear the wild geese honking hy. 
 And still the skylark s song hids us rejoice. 
 
 23 
 
|C^)ROWN and sere and yet beneath it all 
 
 Unburn lsbed gold of latest days of fall. 
 The bills and valleys seem to glimmer gold ; 
 One day perbaps and snow will all enfold. 
 
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