PS 3515 .P267 118 1913 Copy 1 THE MUSIC OF THE REST AND OTHER VERSE BY KA THARINE M. HALE THE MUSIC OF THE REST AND OTHER VERSE BY KATHARINE M. HALE 1^ c ^ Copyright, 1913, by Katharine M. Hale Designed and Printed by MOYLE i MOYLE Appleton, WitcoDsia ©CI.A357593 To K. E. B. and M. E. C. These Thoughts are affectionately and gratefully dedicated Go fortk, oil, children of my heart, and take to other hearts ana lives the blessing and the cheer that you have brought to mine. K. M. H. Devotional Tke Music of tke Rest Come ye apart — and rest awhile. — Mark 6:31 . In tke grand oratorios of Life — God writes us unexpected rests! Tkese treak tke rush, the strain, the storm, the strife. And are our surely needful tests! How these are kspt, not reaching for the next Nor clinging to the former strain — In perfect waiting — listening for the text To make the Master's meaning plain Proves or disproves our individual skill. Some high, some lo^pv^, some intermediate sing Each voice is needed m its part, Tho' one in solo rise on peerless wmg, — Lost in the chorus one! An art Divinely wise, hrings, here and there, a rest! And he — rd tell it o'er and o'er — Sings hest, who, losing self — interprets hest In notes or rests, — throughout the score — The Master's grand, eternal, loving will! At Morning Davi^n Rest in the Lord. — Ps. 37-7 Today^ my soul, kc tkou at rest, God s po"wer shall do for all ^s^hat's best, God s po^^er, not thine; be tbou at rest. Today, my soul, be tbou at rest, God s love IS wide as east from west, God B love, not tbme; be tbou at rest. Today, my soul, be tbou at rest, God's ligbt illumines every test, God s ligbt, not tbme? be tbou at rest. Today, miy soul, be tbou at rest, God s work sball be forever blest, God s >^ork and tbine; be tbou at rest. H ymn Alba Fatker, Life Divine! Make TKine own this life of mine! Keep it ever from tkis kour, — Subject to Tby will and power! Holy Spirit, Light Divine Dwell withm this heart of mine! So li^ht up its inmost core Sm can darken it no more! Jcsu8, Savior, Love Divine! Fill witb love tkii keart of mine! Skall not Bouh be born to Tkee \Vken I love, aa Tkou lov st me. Rest Psalms 121:4 Ok, -weary ones, wKen, worn with care. Long nights sleep Lath not broken — Think how One, gentle, loving, fair. Hath sent to the<^ this token. — 'Come, rest thee now, ana rest thee ever. Thy Keeper sleepeth never! Why need we horrow^ anxious pain For each unkno-wn tomorrow? As m the past, so yet again. E'en through some coming sorrow^. The Lord will keep us and hath kept, =^ Never through ages hath He slept! So, night or day, we peaceful rest. Our rohes of trust around us, — Secure that he that know^s us hest. Who loved us as He found us, — Ever m his own name will keep. Nor slumher w^ill, nor sleep! Thine, Jesus, 1 hme Consecration Hymn Thine, Jesus, Tliine! I am no longer mine; I glaa 1 hy sov reignty confess. And own Thee, LorJ, my Rigfkteousness. Thme, Jesus, TKine. TKine, Jesus, Thine! Thine, wholly Thine: I nothing keep as mine. A loving service mine shall be. For Thou art ''All in all' to me! Thine, Jesus, Thine. Thine, Jesus, Thine! Thine, ever Thine; Nor doubts nor fears are mine. In dark or light, to Thee I bow. In life or death my King art Thou! Thme, Jesus, Thine. Thine, Jesus, Thine! Morning Hymn Safely tkrougK another night, Tliou hast brought us to the light. Help us. Lord, through all this Jay, Look to Thcc m every -svay! Be our Guide, our Light, our Shiela, Be m every power ^ve wield! Through the happy morning hour. Through the midday eun or shower. As the day sinks toward the west. And the twilight brings us rest, — Be Thou every moment still Sovcrign of our life and will! In each thought, each work, each deed. May Thy Holy Spirit lead! So in us Thy w^ill he done While this day its course doth run- That v^e may he nearer Thee, Here, — and through eternity. Looking Upw^ard Oh, what it must be, to he yonder. Away from all toil and all fret. Forever no douht, and no wonder. Nor au^ht w^e would -wish to forget! It s lovely down here in the gloaming. With choicest or blessings and friends, Out oh! -who would hinder our roaming Where joy s rarest light never ends. In Time of Gloom Tke niglit is dark, my tlesseJ Lord. I cannot see TKy face. Nor can I reach nor touck Tny nana — But I will trust TKy grace. Coldness and doubt envelop me. Distrust and fear o erwnelm, — Yet in my face firm fixed toward T nee- Whose sure hand guides my helm. 1 he Lord Our Righteousness Borne down by sm, and ^rief, and skame, O erwnelmed with sense or helplessness" I tear the sweetness of tkis name — '■'"Tlie Lord our Righteousness! ' I see my sins as scarlet flame. As filtliy ragfs the test Fve done: — Yet clear atove ttem stmes ttis name — ""Tte Lord our Rigtteousness! ' Suet tlessing can I never claim! Yet tumtly question, — "Can it te He tearett ^viUingly ttis name — """Tte Lord our Rigtteousness! My Lord! my Savior from atove! — — So melt my sins and griefs away! I rise to sing — tlest name of Love, — "Tte Lord our Rigtteousness! 1 lie Door of My Lip3 ICeep TKou tke door of my lips, dear Lord, Tkat it open not to an evil worJ; Nor wrong, nor untruth, nor envy, nor strife; Unlovable thought, nor doubt, nor distrust. Dreading of death, nor impatience of life. Nor aught I might say through judgment unjust- Of pain to Thine ow^n, dishonor to Thee, O, keep Thou the door of my lips for me! TKere SKall be no Nigkt TKere For forty years no light! Darkness as utter night! Patience and gentleness — At! wKo could fail to guess How these have gro-wn apace Looking in her dear face! Her sad eyes gently closed — As if a task imposed — Till inner visions rise Too rare for mortal eyes; — Half told though — in a smile Of radiance — the ^vhile! All the sweet sights of earth — — Dream Ave how much they are worth? Which blest her eyes of yore May hless them never more! This, as I sa^v her last, — But now all darkness past. Hepatica Ok! Jarling blue Hepatica! Of tkee no poets song I know. Thou art not praised by sage or wit. And yet I love, I love tkee so! A baby queen tnou standest erst, — Wrapped m tbe daintiest, softest furs. Today an arcbed beaven of blue And filled with tiniest golden stars! Early Violet {Johnnie Jump-up) Tke same little tlossom 'wliose liead laid low. Death pale anJ skivering under tke snow, Wkile tke titter nortn wind moaned round her grave. And the snow bird its sad tribute gave, — Has opened ker eyes m glad surprise. On the fresh green earth and the soft spring skies! With the song of Dirds her purple and gold, — Through the de^v drops kissed, — grew hright as or old. And the hreath of perfume, like sweetest of dreams. Floats forth on the sunshine and taths in its heams. So let us, my darling, if life prove cold. And our quivering hearts in pain untold Bend loM^ neath lost hope or the -winds of change, Tho' friends the dearest grow icily strange And darkness of winter lies round ahove — Think oft of the violets pure true love — And keep in our hearts some purple and gold To grow bright when songs of new^ spring have told. When music of Life, — fresh joy unfolds. Our eye a new lease of living keholds! Flower Dreams Wlio knows -wliat tke dreams of the flowers may te As tkey lie m tkeir \vliite winter beds? Not one bit of tlie earth or the sky they see For the blanKet of snow o er their heads. All \vrapped in sweet slumbers, how snugly they lie. Through all the long and cold dreary days. For no rude blast of -wind w^iU they ope an eye However so long the Ice King stays. Are they telling their dreams in odors and tints When they come at the call of the birds? Of what fairy dream lands are colors the hints And sweet odors both music and words? Ah! hlossoms, dear blossoms you teach. And what comfort you bring to us too. How deep in our hearts -with your perfume you reach. And what memories bring you to view? Spring Song The sun is warm, tke sky is clear, Tke robin sings his song of cheer. The blue jay calls, the insects hum. And all the world knows Spring has come. Wake! flowrets, wake! Thy sleep is long, — 'tis time twas o er And all thy dreams — through open door And lifted draperies of snow^. Into harmonious hues should flow. W^ake! flow^rets, wake! Wilt thou not hear me call to thee, — Thy darksome bed in gladness flee — Crocus! and sweet violet? Hepatica! ^What! Dreaming yet? ^A/^ake! flowrets, wake! The snow^ drops surely should be out! And pansies! Are you still m doubt? Children through all the garden nooks. Call you with eager, searching looks. Wake! flowrets, ^^ake! Young men anJ maidens sad return. From quest of you, tkrough wood and turn. With leafless t'wigs and bloomless stems. For eartk kolds still our dearest gems. Wake! flo^vrets, wake! The brow of care, the band of greed, — Youtb's glee, life's joy and grief, =- all need Tby fragrant messages of love, — Tby color tones from songs above. \V^ake! flowrets, vv^ake! Tbe wbole world knoAvs tbat Spring bas come! Tbe robin's bere to build bis borne, Tbe blue bird sings bis song of love, Sunsbine and warmtb, around, above! Wake! floAvrets, wake! A June Idyl Soft and low, soft anci low, Tke skaJows lie upon tke grass: Cool and clear, cool and clear, Tke brooklet murmurs as you pass, Cow^slips, buttercups and grass Smiletk, bowing as you pass, Cow^slips, buttercups and grass! Sweet and dear, sweet and dear, Tbe maiden's song upon the air, Ligbt and free, ligbt and free, Tbe zepbyrs sporting witb ber bair, Zepbyr, maiden, song and air, Sunsbine glinting tbrougb ber bair, Zepbyr, maiden, song and air! Blitke and gfay, blitke and gay. Sings the oriole kis tune. Rare and fine, rare and fine The roses blossomingf in June. Roses, oriole and tune. Water lilies too in June, Lilies, roses, oriole, tune! Firm and pure, firm and pure. Another voice joins m tte song! Rosy dIusIi, rosy blusk. Tells the tale now borne alone! Maiden, lover, blusli and song, — Wedding bells tLe strains prolong Lovers, "weddmg bells and song! N ovember Chill anJ gray, cliiU and gray. TLe flowers lie dead neatk Autumn s sway: Dark and old, dark and old. The tare trees stretck their arms in pain; Leafless, hueless, m the rain. Hopeless, sorrow^ful and cold! Bright and gay, hright and gay. Thanksgiving feasts are on their way! Cheer and jest, cheer and jest. Ring out their merriest refrain. Km and lovers meet again. Songful, praiseful, at their best. Miscellaneous Columbia 1 ne Glorious 1. Vv e sing our o^vn — our native land Columbia the gflorious: Its prairies rich, its mountains grand, Columbia the glorious: Its famous rivers, broad ana free. From lakes to gulf, from sea to sea — God s hand hath wrought triumphantly — Columhia the glorious: 2. Our father's God, hless Thou our lands, Columhia the glorious: Make us a strong united hand — Columhia the glorious. Let honor reign, let truth he won — From eastern shores to setting sun — Be right and faith victorious. Columhia the glorious. 3. Make us a nation ^rand and true — Columoia tke gflorious; Whose perfect peace the world may view, Columbia the glorious; Let love — -svith wisdom, justice, might. Drive out the wrong, hring m the light — To shine o er all victorious Columbia the glorious. 4. "Forward and upward' be our aim, Columbia the glorious. Pure hearts and lives our right to fame — Columbia the glorious; Fearless the firm. Thy work begin Each day fare forth ne^^r fields to win — Life s battle Thine — victorious — Columbia the glorious! Tkanksgiving Today brings back a Jear Tbanksgiving Day long past, Wben sbe, — friend of my soul — ^vno walks the golden street. Walked by my side o'er ne\vly fallen sno^\^ as white, Tbrougb air as crisp, neacb sunset skies as rosy nued! Sucb long mauve sbado"wy lines of ligbt athwart tke sbeen Of sky and eartb! Tall trees were etcbed against tbe sky And bere and tbere across tbe snow, — gray bits or fruit. Brown leaves of oak, red berries of tbe bitter- s^sveet, — And one late bit of blue — fled past us on tbe ^vlng! I know Tbanksgiving, aye and praise are bere — all days — For me, — cbimneys and roofs bar out my fields of snow And almost bide tbe sunset color of my sky: — But tbere is sky! Now one by one tbe stars appear Wbile keeps my soul — faitb, bope, and love! Let us give tbanks! Gifti O wkat can I senci my dear frienJ Tkat will tell any part or my love for her? Tkere is notking m golJ or m gems, would lend Any fragrant thought, like rrankmcense or myrrh. Or tkat my s^veet message of friendskip could bear. But here is a plant, full of buds and of bloom, TLat I dearly Mrant for myself, tis so rare; rU send tills to ker, t^vill te full of dear love. It will trigkten Ler days, and dissipate gloom; Eack kud as it opens, eack color and tint, — Of faitkful affection -will ^vkisper a kint. And wkile grow^mg eack year, grow^tk of love will prove. My own longing Mrish for tke plant — ske 11 ne er dream. And tke joy tkat it gives ker, — my o\vn skall seem. (11) Anotlier dear friend I long to rememter — Wliat would ske like lest as slie lies on her bed? And gift time draw^s near, — the last of Decemter! No word of impatience sne ever has said; But Low many and long are the w^eary Lours, Hov^ sligtt are the topes of recovering powers. And now fevs/ ner days of brignt sunsnme and cneer Relieved from tke Aveiglit of dread suffering and fear. On a snelf one day, — among Hundreds of books, Tkere looked out at me one, — I >;vas ckarmed with its looks, — Dainty binding, clear type, and softest of paper. Tke prayers on its pages h.o\sr trustful and strong! I just loved this dear took, and cling to it still. But tow good it ^viU be for one "shut m' and ill. What strengthening of faith, w^hat revealmgs of bliss, O, how^ happy III be ^vhen I ve given her this. A Song of Birtlidays Wken tke years are few. Ana tKis life is ne-sv, A birtnday means suck a wonderful thing Tkat tke keart and tke voice burst fortk anJ sing. And tke skies are filled w^itk klossoms and song. Wken tke years are more, Tko' keyond four-score. And tkis life kas taugkt us many a trutk, A kirtkday means all tke joys of our youtk. Plus many more wonderful tkings ere long. Tke test tkings -weVe seen We've made ours I ween. As weVe trudged along lire s varying w^ay, Tke brigkt, and tke pure, tke joyous and gay. Beauty and sunskme to mem ry belong. But tke pain and strife Of tke early life. Are lost m tke tender mists of tke Past, ^Vklle ligkt and ckeer tkrougk eternity last. And faitk, kope, and love grow endlessly strong. Xw^o Score and Eight The golden glories of the setting sun Had softened to tlie rosy afterglow Of autumn t^viliglit, wliile alone ske sat. In calm content, — alone yet not alone. And wondered """Had it really grown so late/' **Tlie lines nave fallen to me m pleasant w^ays — My many years sit liglitly on my heart, ' She said, """"If I am truly forty-eight! '""I seem like one -who has left far behind The restless strife and toil of early morn! The passion and the bitterness of noon; And all the disappointments of the day Have vanished m the restful joy of faith Which fills my soul at forty-eight! """Not that I count my day's -work done. For like the mothers who do most at night, (Their darling little ones tucked safe m hed) I m hoping to make much of evening light! "^So many days were lost m ckilclisli dreams. So many more m heart-actes and in vain regrets. And I nave gro-svn so young tkrougk years of pain, (The Patter's wondrous tlessing to His chastened child) I scarce can think I am yet forty-eigfht!' 'Ouch gallant youths and maidens fair I claim. So many children own me for a friend. And happy homes have shared with me their cheer? So many poor I see with hands outstretched. And others crying for the "Bread of Life' I find scarce time for tears, the more for prayer and work! "At evening time it shall he light' — I gladly sing this song at forty-eight.' Christmas Lullaby Sleep darling babykm, sleep thou, on, sleep! Dream of the Holy One, Jesus our King, Born m far BetUekem, lambkins to keep, — On Ckristmas, His Dirtn Jay , praises w^e Using, Sleep now, my babykm, sleep tbou, ok, sleep. Born in a manger, no cradle, no bed — To -wiae men and sbepberds ^vatcbing for light, Xne clear star in neaven sbown over bis Head, And tbey brought Christmas gifts, wonder- ously bright. To the dear Holy Baby; Sleep thou, oh sleep! Sleep darling babykm, sleep thou, oh, sleep! Jesus our Shepherd thy slumbers hath blessed. And Vound thee His tenderest love shall keep Watch while in quietude gently you rest, — In joy at this Christmas-tide: sleep thou, oh, sleep! Tke One Baty Of all tke dearest sweetest babies 'Neatn the eternal and radiant sun. Tell me anyone wbo pleases Wbo s so sw^eet as just this one? Papa's pet, and darling Daoy, Mamma's love, and bope and joy. Rose or lily, pink or pansy. Nones so sweet as just tbis boy. He sball bave wbistles, kites and marbles. Drums, and all sucb glorious run. Grandpall tell mm ' oye-lo stories. Grandma tbmks be s """"just tbe one. Papa's pet, and darling baby. Mamma's love, and bope, and joy. Rose or lily, pink or pansy. Nones so sweet as just tbis boy. See bow soon bis eyes be closes, Wben tbe bell for dream-land rings. Gently now bis bands are folded, Wbile tbese -words be softly sings — '' Papa's pet, and darling baby. Mamma s love, and bope, and joy. Rose or lily, pink or pansy. Nones so sweet as just tbis boy. Baby s Song Air — "Upidee" The shaJes of sleep are falling fast. Rock o bye, rock o bye, Tke gates of cJreamlancl almost past. Rock o'bye, o'bye. Who singfs so sweetly now this song. That lulls me gently all night long. Rock o'bye, o'hye, o'hye, rock o'hye, rock o'hye. Rock obye, o'bye, o hye, rock o hye, o bye. Who knows what lovely things they keep. Rock o'bye, rock o bye. On dreamland shores, for boys who sleep. Rock o bye, o Dye. What games we play -with children dear, \^hat angel music then w^e hear? CJiornis The eyes so open now must close. Rock o bye, rock o bye. The eyelids rest on cheeks of rose. Rock o'bye, o'bye. Forgotten now, the busy day. At rest, nor cares he now^ for play. Chorus Cradle Song Tune "My Bonnie" My baty lies down on Kis pillow. My taty ^vitli Jimples so deep. My Laty lies down on his pillow. Oh, rock nov