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UBRftRY «f OONQRESsI 
 Two Onmes Received 
 
 SEP 15 1904 
 
 CLAS^ 2L XXc. No. 
 
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 First ©ay. 
 
 From the hill-top looks the steeple, 
 
 And the lighthouse from the sand; 
 And the scattered pines are waving 
 
 Their farewell from the land. 
 One glance, my lads, behind us, 
 Tor the homes we leave one sigh, 
 
 Ere we take the change and chances 
 Of the ocean and the sky. ™, „. , 
 
^)ecoad .©ay. 
 
 E comes — he comes— the 
 
 Frost Spirit comes ! — 
 and. the quiet lake shall feel 
 
 The torpid touch of his glazing 
 breath, and ring to the 
 skater's heel; 
 And the streams which danced on the broken 
 rocks, or sang to the leaning grass, 
 
 Shall bow again to their winter chain, 
 and in mournful silence pass. 
 
 He comes— he comes — 
 
 the Frost Spirit comes I — 
 
 let us meet him as we may, 
 And turn with the light of the parlor-fire 
 his evil power away; 
 And gather closer the circle round, 
 
 when that firelight dances high, 
 And laugh at the shriek of the baffled Fiend, 
 as his sounding wing goes by. 
 
 The Frost Spirit. 
 
Third 9ay. 
 
 ^~D 
 
 ROM the eternal shadow rounding 
 All our sun and 
 
 starlight here, 
 Voices of our lost ones sounding 
 
 Bid us he of heart and 
 cheer, 
 Through the silence, 
 
 down the spaces, 
 falling on the inward ear. 
 
 Lines. 
 
 Though the fog he dark around us, 
 
 And the storm blow high and loud, 
 
 We will whistle down the wild wind, 
 And laugh beneath the cloud. 
 
 The Fishermen. 
 
 His daily prayer, far better understood 
 In acts than words, was simply 
 
 DOING GOOD. 
 
 Daniel 9Teall. 
 

 Blest land 
 of Judea! 
 thrice hallowed of song 
 Where the holiest of 
 memories pilgrim-like throng, 
 In the shade of thy palms, 
 by the shores of thy sea, 
 On the hills of thy beauty, 
 
 my heart is with thee. 
 With the eye of a spirit I 
 look on that shore, 
 Where pilgrim and prophet have 
 lingered before ; 
 With the glide of a spirit I traverse 
 the sod, 
 Made bright by the steps of the 
 angels of God. 
 
 Palestine. 
 
[Fifth ©ay. 
 
 NOW well, my soul, God's hand 
 controls 
 Whate'er thou fearest; 
 
 'Round Him in calmest music 
 rolls 
 Whate'er thou hearest. Wfly Soul and /. 
 
 'Tis springtime on the eastern hills! 
 
 Like torrents gush the summer rills; 
 Through winter's moss and dried dead leaves 
 The bladed grass revives and lives, 
 Pushes the mouldering waste away, 
 And glimpses to the April day. 
 
 In kindly shower and sunshine "bud 
 The branches of the dull gray wood; 
 Out from its sunned and sheltered nooks 
 
 The "blue eye of the violet looks; 
 The northwest wind is warmly "blowing, 
 The odors from the springing grass, 
 
 The pine-tree and the sassafras, 
 Are with it on its errands going. Wflegg fflegcne. 
 
So let it be. In God's own might 
 
 We gird us for the coming fight, 
 And, strong in Him whose cause is ours 
 
 In conflict with unholy powers, 
 We grasp the weapons He has given— 
 The Light, the Truth, and Love of Heaven! 
 
 The Moral Warfare. 
 
Sevmth Sau. 
 
 Let us then, uniting, bury 
 
 All our idle feuds in dust. 
 And to future conflicts carry 
 Mutual faith and 
 common 
 
 trust ; 
 Always he who most 
 forgiveth 
 in his brother 
 
 is most just. 
 
 Lines. 
 
 With silence only as their 
 benediction, 
 God's angel's come. 
 Where, in the shadow of a 
 great affliction, 
 The soul sits dumb. 
 
 To My friend on the Qbeath cfjii* Skier. 
 
ZigKth 9ay. 
 
 OT wholly lost, oh Father! is this 
 
 evil world of ours ; 
 Upward, through its blood and ashes, 
 spring afresh the 
 
 Eden flowers, 
 From its smoking hell of battle, 
 Love and Pity 
 
 send their prayer, 
 And still thy white-winged angels 
 
 hover dimly in our air! 
 
 {The oAngeh of zBuena I9ista. 
 
 But for us and for our children, 
 
 the vow which we have given 
 For freedom and humanity, 
 
 is registered in Heaven ; 
 No slave hunt in our borders,— 
 
 no pirate on our strand! 
 No fetters in the Bay State — 
 
 no slave upon our land ! 
 
 97lassachusette to Virginia.. 
 
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 IKiath 9ay. 
 
 JMJW I 
 
 would the gift I offer 
 here 
 Might graces 
 from 
 
 thy favor 
 take, 
 ^ And seen through 
 *'"^WN Friendship's 
 
 %», atmosphere, 
 
 ^^ j^tj^^-On softened lines 
 
 and coloring, 
 
 wear 
 The unaccustomed 
 light of 
 
 beauty, 
 for thy 
 
 sake. 
 
 dedication to Songs of Labor. 
 
xeath ©ay. 
 
 PRINQ-, with her change of 
 
 sun and shower, 
 And streams released 
 
 from winter's chain, 
 And bursting bud and 
 
 opening flower, 
 And greenly-growing grain; 
 
 And Summer's shade, and sunshine warm. 
 
 And rainbows o'er her hilltops bowed, 
 And voices in her rising storm — 
 
 God speaking from his cloud ! — 
 
 And Autumn's fruits and clustering sheaves. 
 And soft, warm days of golden light, 
 
 The glory of her forest leaves. 
 And harvest-moon at night; 
 
 And Winter with her leafless grove, 
 
 And prisoned stream, and drifting snow, 
 
 The brilliance of her heaven above 
 
 And of her earth below:— The Viewy ear. 
 
JLleveath S3ay, 
 
 The hills are dearest which 
 our childish feet 
 Have climbed the earliest; 
 and the streams most sweet 
 Are ever those at which our young- lips drank, 
 
 Stooped to their waters o'er the grassy bank. 
 
 Midst the cold, dreary sea-watch, 
 
 Home's hearth-light 
 Shines 'round the helmsman plunging through 
 the night; 
 And still, with inward eye, the traveler sees 
 In close, dark, stranger streets, his native trees. 
 
 The homesick dreamer's brow is nightly fanned 
 By breezes whispering of his 
 native land, 
 And on the stranger's dim 
 and dying eye 
 The soft sweet pictures of his 
 childhood lie. 
 
 The JBridal cf JPennacook. 
 
Twelfth 9ay. 
 
 HASE back tlie shadows, 
 
 gray and old, 
 Of the dead ages, from his way, 
 And let his hopeful eyes 
 behold 
 The dawn of Thy millenial day. 
 
 The wrongs of man to man but make 
 
 The love of God more plain, 
 As through the shadowy lens of even 
 
 The eye looks farthest into heaven, 
 On gleams of star and depths of blue 
 The glaring sunshine never knew! 
 
 Jill's Well. 
 
 Then let us on, through shower and sun, 
 And heat and cold be driving; 
 There's life alone in duty done, 
 
 And rest alone in striving. 
 
 The $) rovers. 
 
Thirteenth ©ay. 
 
 Youthful years and maiden beauty, 
 
 Joy with them should still abide — 
 
 Instinct take the 
 place of 
 
 Duty- 
 Love, not Reason 
 guide. 
 
 Ever in the 
 
 New rejoicing, 
 Kindly beckoning 
 back the 
 
 Old, 
 Turning with a 
 power like Midas 
 All things into 
 gold. 
 
 To 
 
 ■ 
 
IFourteeatK ©ay. 
 
 OATHING pretense he did with 
 cheerful will 
 What others talked of while 
 their hands were still. 
 
 Daniel ffleall. 
 
 'Through this dark and stormy night 
 Faith toeholds a feeble light 
 
 Up the blackness streaking; 
 Knowing God's own time is best, 
 In a patient hope I rest 
 
 For the full day-breaking! ? ' 
 
 Thus with somewhat of the Seer, 
 
 Must the moral pioneer 
 From the Future borrow; 
 
 Clothe the waste with dreams of grain, 
 And, on midnight's sky of rain, 
 
 Paint the golden morrow ! 
 
 J8 a relay ofllry. 
 
IFifteeatK £W 
 
 OD is good and God is 
 light, 
 In tnis faith I rest secure. 
 Evil can but serve the 
 
 right, 
 Over ail shall love endure. 
 
 (Balef in JSoeton, 1692. 
 
 God blesses still the generous thought, 
 And still the fitting word 
 He speeds, 
 And Truth at His requiring taught, 
 He quickens into 
 deeds. 
 Where is the victory of the grave ? 
 
 What dust upon the spirit 
 lies? 
 God keeps the sacred life He gave — 
 
 The prophet never dies! 
 
 (Shanning. 
 
SipcteeatK 
 
 ii-<* 
 
 The garden rose may 
 
 richly bloom 
 In cultured soil 
 and genial air, 
 To cloud the light 
 of Fashion's room 
 Or droop in 
 Beauty's midnight 
 
 hair, 
 In lonelier grace 
 
 to sun and dew 
 
 The sweet-brier on 
 
 the hillside shows 
 
 Its single leaf 
 
 and fainter hue, 
 
 Untrained and wildly free, 
 
 yet still a sister rose. 
 
 The Joridal ofJPennaccok. 
 
^Oeveriteeftih «Dsulj. 
 
 ET," she sighs, "he loves me well, 
 More than those calm 
 
 lips will tell. 
 Stooping to my lowly state, 
 
 He hath made me rich 
 and great, 
 And I bless him, though he be 
 Hard and stern to all save me!" 
 
 The dTew Wife and the &ld. 
 
 G-one hath the Spring, with all its flowers, 
 
 And gone the Summer's pomp and show, 
 And Autumn in his leafless bowers, 
 
 Is waiting for the Winter's snow. 
 
 I said to Earth, so cold and gray, 
 
 "An emblem of myself thou art:" 
 Not so," the Earth did seem to say, 
 
 "For Spring shall warm my frozen heart.' 
 
 nAutumn Thoughts. 
 
ighleeatK 
 
 9 
 
 ay. 
 
 A 
 
 Of warmer sun 
 
 and 
 softer rain, 
 And wait to hear 
 the sound of streams 
 
 And song-s of 
 merry birds again. 
 
 Autumn Th 
 
 —He alone who 
 
 loves his kind 
 (L S\ Shall, childlike, 
 I ' I claim the 
 . < love of Thee ! 
 
 I soothe 
 my wintry 
 sleep with 
 
IKiaeteeath © 
 
 ay, 
 
 RAYER-STRENGTHEN'D for the 
 trial, come together. 
 Put on the harness for the moral 
 fight, 
 And with the blessing of your 
 heavenly Father, 
 
 MAINTAIN THE RIGHT. 
 
 Lines. 
 
 We hut ask our rocky strand, 
 Freedom's true and brother band 
 
 Freedom's strong and honest hand, - 
 
 "Valleys by the slave untrod, 
 
 And the Pilgrim's mountain sod," 
 Blessed of our fathers' God." 
 
 "Texas. 
 
 God calls our loved ones, but we lose not wholly 
 
 What he hath given ; 
 They live on earth, in thought and deed, as truly 
 As in His heaven. 
 
 To Wily Friend on the Qbeath of JHlis Sister. 
 
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 xweatietK 
 
 9a H 
 
 Leaning on Him, 
 make with 
 reverent 
 
 meekness 
 His own thy 
 will, 
 And with strength 
 from Him shall 
 thy utter weakness 
 Life's task fulfil. 
 
 My Soul and I 
 
 There the old smoked in silence their pipes, 
 and the young 
 To the pike and the white-perch their baited 
 lines flung; 
 There the boy shaped his arrows, and there 
 the shy maid 
 Wove her many-hued baskets and bright 
 wampum braid. 
 
 The JBridal of Pennacook. 
 
Tweaty=first ©ay. 
 
 iSFD weep and howl* ye evil priests, 
 and mighty men of 
 
 wrong, 
 The Lord shall smite the proud, 
 and lay His hand upon 
 the strong. 
 Woe to the wicked rulers in His avenging 
 hour; 
 Woe to the wolves who seek the flocks 
 to raven and devour. 
 
 (Sassandra Southwick. 
 
 Ay, there's a glorious remnant yet, 
 Whose lips are wet at Freedom's fountains, 
 
 The coming of whose welcome feet 
 Is beautiful upon our mountains ! 
 
 Men, who the gospel tidings bring 
 Of Liberty and Love forever, 
 Whose joy is one abiding spring, 
 
 Whose peace is as a gentle river. 
 
 Pastoral better. 
 
Xweaty=secoad ©ay 
 
 Tlie waters of my native stream 
 Are glancing in the sun's 
 . warm beam: 
 From sail-urged keel and flashing 
 oar 
 The circles widen to its shore 
 And cultured field and peopled 
 town 
 Slope to its willowed 
 margin down; 
 Yet, while this morning 
 breeze is bringing 
 The mellow sound of church- 
 bells ringing, 
 And rolling wheel, and rapid jar 
 Of the fire-winged and steedless 
 
 car, 
 And voices from the wayside 
 near 
 Come quick and blended on my ear, 
 A spell is in this old gray 
 My thoughts are with the Past 
 alone I 
 
 stone 
 
 The dTorseman. 
 
Tweatu«third ©ay. 
 
 ■ ' ATHER, to thy suffering poor, 
 
 Strength, and grace and faith 
 impart, 
 And with Thy own love restore 
 
 Comfort to the broken heart ! 
 Oh, the failing ones 
 
 confirm 
 With a holier strength of zeal! — 
 
 Give Thon not the feeble 
 worm 
 Helpless to the spoiler's heel ! 
 
 The Familist's JHlymn. 
 
 She hath pass'd!— hut oh! sweet as 
 
 flowerets that bloom 
 From her last lowly dwelling— 
 
 the dust of her tomb — 
 The charm of her virtues, as Heaven's own breath, 
 Shall rise like an incense from 
 darkness and death. 
 
 bines. 
 
Twenty ^fourth ©ay. 
 
 The Night is mother of the Day, 
 The 
 
 Winter 
 of 
 the 
 Spring", 
 
 And 
 ever upon 
 
 old Decay 
 The greenest 
 cling. 
 Behind the fl ^j^ <0 
 
 cloud the 
 starlight lurks, Ld^ai Sf ■' ' k I 
 Through showers '<^ 
 
 the sunbeams fall ; 
 For God, who loveth all His works 
 Has left His Hope with all. 
 
 qA Qbream of 
 
Twenty-fifth ©ay. 
 
 ASIER to smite with Peter's sword, 
 Than "watch one hour" 
 
 in humbling prayer: 
 Life's "great things" like the 
 Syrian lord 
 Our hearts can do and dare. 
 
 The eyprezs Tree of 'Ceylon. 
 
 As, in Agrippa's magic glass, 
 
 The loved and lost arose to view. 
 Remembered groves in greenness grew, 
 
 Bathed still in childhood's morning dew. 
 Along whose bowers of beauty swept 
 
 Whatever Memory's mourners wept, 
 
 Sweet faces, which the charnel kept, 
 Young, gentle eyes, which long had slept; 
 
 And while the gazer leaned to trace 
 
 More near, some dear, familiar face, 
 He wept to find the vision flown— 
 A phantom and a dream alone ! 
 
 The fflerrimack. 
 
9ay. 
 
 And grant, O Father ! 
 that 
 the time 
 
 Of Earth's 
 
 deliverance 
 may be /* 
 near, X 
 When every ^ 
 land 
 
Tweaty -seventh 23aij. 
 
 Where'er the wide old. kitchen hearth 
 
 Sends up its smoky curls, 
 Who will not thank the kindly earth, 
 And bless our farmer girls! 
 
 Then shame on all the proud 
 and vain, b^ 
 
 Whose folly laughs to «jSUs 
 
 scorn ^'-yvjf 
 
 The blessing of our 
 hardy grain, 
 Our wealth of golden 
 corn! 
 
 The (Born Song. 
 
 Then of what is 
 
 to be, and of what 
 
 Why queriest thou — ? •■Nfe\^.^ •*&; 
 The past and the time to 
 be are one, 
 
 And both are NOW ! ^^H 
 
 fflly Soul and I &jjfi 
 
 fl 
 
Xwertty=eigHth ©ay 
 
 H ! thou who mournest 
 on thy way. 
 With longings for the close 
 of day; 
 He walks with thee, that Angel kind, 
 And gently whispers, 
 
 "Be resigned. 
 Bear up, bear on, the end shall tell 
 
 The dear Lord ordereth all things well!" 
 
 The eAngel of^Patience. 
 
 So it was when the Holy One 
 
 The garments of the flesh put on! 
 Men followed when the Highest led 
 
 For common gifts of daily bread, 
 
 And gross of ear, of vision dim, 
 Owned not the Godlike power of Him. 
 
 Vain as a dreamer's words to them 
 His wail above Jerusalem, 
 
 And meaningless the watch He kept 
 Through which His weak disciples slept. 
 
 Szekiel. 
 
xweaty=aiatK © 
 
 ay. 
 
 ***** And thus 
 orever teaching- us 
 
 The lesson which the 
 many-colored skies, 
 The flowers, 
 
 and leaves, and 
 painted butterflies, 
 
 The deer's branched 
 antlers, the gay bird 
 
 that flings 
 The tropic sunshine 
 from its golden 
 wings, 
 The brightness of the 
 human countenance, 
 The play of smiles, 
 the magic of a glance, 
 Forevermore repeat, 
 In varied tones and sweet, 
 rhat beauty, in and of itself, 
 is good. 
 
 0n receiving a JSasket of Sea-SflTcs&es. 
 
Thirtieth 9ay. 
 
 ENEATH the westward-turning eye 
 A thousand wooded islands 
 lie- 
 Gems of the waters!— with each hue 
 Of "brightness set in ocean's 
 blue. 
 
 Wegg fflegcne. 
 
 God works in all things; all obey 
 
 His first propulsion from the night: 
 Ho, work and watch! — the world is gray 
 With morning light! 
 
 The Reformer. 
 
 All-moving spirit !— freely forth 
 At Thy command the strong wind goes ; 
 
 Its errand to the passive earth, 
 Nor art can stay, nor strength oppose, 
 Until it folds its weary wing 
 
 Once more within the hand divine; 
 
 So, weary from its wandering, 
 My spirit turns to Thine! Jiymn*. 
 
Yet lady, 
 
 shall tliis 
 book of 
 thine, 
 Where Love 
 
 his gifts 
 has brought, 
 Become 
 
 to thee 
 a Persian 
 
 shrine 
 
 •O'erhung 
 
 with 
 
 flowers 
 of 
 thought. 
 
 The Mum. 
 
Thirty -first ©ay. 
 
 E stood upon the reeling- deck — 
 His form 
 Made visible by the lightning, 
 and His brow 
 Pale, and uncover'd to the rushing 
 storm, 
 Told of a triumph man may never know — 
 Power underived and mighty — 
 
 "PEACE -BE STILL!" 
 The great waves heard Him, and the storms 
 loud tone 
 Went moaning' into silence at His will. 
 
 (Ehrist in the Tempest. 
 
 Still, to earnest souls, the sun 
 
 Rests on towered Gibeon, 
 And the moon of Ajalon 
 
 Lights the battle-grounds of life ; 
 To his aid the strong reverses, 
 
 Hidden powers and giant forces, 
 
 And the high stars in their courses 
 
 Mingle in his Strife ! The Jftridal ofj^ennaccok.