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EXITS 
 
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 JENNIE JOHNSON 
 
 Seattle, Wash. 
 
 
EXITS , 
 
 FROM THE 
 
 Pearly Gates 
 
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 BY 
 
 LUCRETIA GRAVES 
 
 AND 
 
 JENNIE JOHNSON 
 
 '^nd He said: ' The angels put the 
 
 words into my mouth. 
 
 Published by 
 
 JENNIE JOHNSON 
 
 Seattle, Wash. 
 
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 ilRS. LUCRETIA GRAVES 
 
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 :\IRS. JENNIE JOHNSON 
 
Copyright 1919 
 By MRS. JENNIE JOHNSON 
 Seattle, Wash. 
 
 M -3 1319 
 
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 — i-t^ t 1 1 
 
DEDICATION. 
 
 To my Readers I dedicate 
 
 The Pearls. 
 That have passed the Gates, 
 
 Found in here. 
 If other Jewels abound 
 
 Discard not. 
 But find in them a gem 
 
 Worthy to keep. 
 
 MRS. JENNIE JOHNSON, 
 Seattle, Wash. 
 
 MRS. LUCRETIA GRAVES, 
 Tacoma, Wash. 
 
 (5) 
 
INTRODUCTORY. 
 
 Part I. 
 
 It was from contemplating the poems of Mrs. 
 Lueretia Graves that I found the name for our book 
 ''Exits from the Pearly Gates/' for surely her poems 
 came from the other shore. Her education, that which 
 is led from her, far surpasses her learning. 
 
 If, perchance, her learning had been better, more 
 tools with which to work, who can say what Exits 
 might have passed her way. Her line of thought is 
 instructive and will ever have a tendency to better 
 mankind. Reader, when perusing her poems, seek to 
 make them a part of yourself and thereby grow better. 
 
 Part II. 
 
 Many of my poems were written 50 years ago, some 
 25 to 30, others more recent and they seem to mark 
 my evolution of soul as light came through upon my 
 open windows. 
 
 The history of my poems would make a large vol- 
 ume, and, to me, the history of our poems, national 
 songs especially, is as dear as the poems themselves. 
 In my poetical writings I have endeavored as much to 
 bring out certain ideas that came to me as I have to 
 cling to poetical laws and privileges. For Ex. in 
 ''In These Happy Golden Days" I sought to make it 
 clear that all days are Happy Golden Days from 
 expectant motherhood to old age. In "A Welcome to 
 Spring" I bring out the signs of spring in "think," 
 "see," "feel," "hear," "know." 
 
 (6) 
 
In "What Is God?" I have grouped the symbols 
 so as to show the ascendencies of the manifestations 
 of God. (Life) In ''The Beyond" and ''A Light 
 Divine" I give my experiences in seeing through the 
 Law that awakens the soul. 
 
 I put the poem ''Spring" in because of the youth 
 of the writer, Byron Beach, and the love I had for 
 him as a pupil of mine 25 years ago. I feel that it 
 has never been printed. 
 
 "Angel Discipline" (I gave the name, finding none 
 with it) and "Lifting of the Veil" were found dis- 
 carded as chaff, when they enfold the finest of the 
 wheat. I do not know the author of either. "Our 
 Circle" was written by a friend on my renewing my 
 evening circles. "O. K. " came to me in a dream and 
 I put it on paper the next morning. I dreamed I 
 wrote it and so I did. There is a bit of life hanging 
 to each of my poems that binds them to me. Some of 
 the poems contain things of a local character, and will 
 interest my friends only, while some are on subjects 
 that interest every one. 
 
 It is a true saying "that the best of any one comes 
 out in their poetry". It seems to be so in many 
 cases, at least. Our aspirations raise us to a height 
 where inspiration reaches to revalation, and Truth 
 flows from the ' ' Pearly Gates ' ' through our soul as 
 a medium to the readers of ' ' Exits from the Pearly 
 Gates". 
 
 (7) 
 
TO MY READERS. 
 
 I think o£ thee in the twilight hour 
 When nature's calmly sleeping, 
 
 And angel forms, all pure and bright, 
 Their silent watch are keeping. 
 
 I hope for thee, that as you climb 
 
 Proud wisdom's lofty goal 
 That all the lessons life hath taught 
 
 May purify thy soul. 
 
 I pray for thee, that's left behind 
 
 That love as of a mother ; 
 I ask of thee — ^my prayer divine — 
 
 To love one another. 
 
 I trust for thee, that angels blest 
 Will guide your steps aright ; 
 
 And friendship, pure and true be thine, 
 To aid thy onward flight. 
 
 I give to thee the best of thoughts 
 
 My soul can ever send, 
 That reach of you, with friendship true. 
 Be blest to earth's last end. 
 
 I know for thee, there is a home 
 
 By angel hands erected ; 
 That love and care's forever there 
 
 By living souls projected. 
 
 (8) 
 
PART I. 
 Poems by Lucretia Graves. 
 
WHY AM I A SPIRITUALIST? 
 
 Why am I a Spiritualist? 
 You ask me to explain ; 
 This truth so beautiful and grand 
 Comes to me from a better land 
 
 With a glad sweet refrain; 
 My loved ones open wide the door 
 And tell me that they live once more. 
 That's why I'm a Spiritualist. 
 
 Why am I a Spiritualist? 
 There's many reasons why; 
 My friends come from that other shore 
 And prove to me they live once more, 
 
 'Tis naught but life to die. 
 That life is one long endless chain; 
 We seem to die yet live again. 
 
 That's why I'm a Spiritualist. 
 
 Why am I a Spiritualist? 
 'Tis beautiful to know 
 That when we leave this earthly plain 
 We find we're living just the same; 
 
 We're free to come and go. 
 We do not change our souls one mite; 
 We only try to do what's right. 
 
 That's why I'm a Spiritualist. 
 
 Why am I a Spiritualist? 
 Why do you ask of me? 
 Pray, go and open wide the door 
 
 (11) 
 
Ask your friends from the other shore 
 
 For truth to make you free; 
 And knowledge from that world above 
 Will help you live a life of love. 
 
 That's why I'm a Spiritualist. 
 
 Why am I a Spiritualist? 
 Oh, if you only knew 
 The comfort that it gives to know 
 Your dear ones live and love you so; 
 
 They come and come to you, 
 'Twould fill your soul with joy and peace 
 And blessings that would never cease. 
 That's why I'm a Spiritualist. 
 
 IF I SHOULD DIE TONIGHT. 
 
 If I should die tonight ! 
 And pass away from this old earth 
 To some far off heavenly sphere, 
 Where I could never come back here 
 To hear my children's song of mirth, 
 How could I play on harps of gold 
 Or fill my soul with joy untold. 
 
 If I should die tonight ! 
 Would it be certain death or no? 
 Would I still live right on and on? 
 Within my soul a glad new song 
 To find there's life where er'e I go; 
 To my friends without a tear 
 Living and loving same as here. 
 
 (12) 
 
If I should die tonight! 
 I know that I would live and love ; 
 
 My heart would beat the same as here 
 I would not leave my children dear 
 And go to some far home above ; 
 I would stay right here with glad delight 
 To guide my darlings' footsteps right. 
 
 HOW DO YOU KNOW? 
 
 How do you know you are strong and brave? 
 
 Have you ever been tested and tried? 
 Have you worked when you felt all alone 
 
 And never turned aside? 
 Have you stood by your duty and never 
 swerved ? 
 
 When your friends went passing by 
 With a laugh and jest at your earnestness, 
 And said, "I'll be brave or die." 
 
 How do you know you are patient and kind? 
 
 Have you ever had burdens to bear? 
 Has your life been filled with some bitter 
 tears ? 
 
 YouVe patiently born your share? 
 Have you quietly taken your crosses each 
 day? 
 
 And with all the little trials 
 Have you kindly done your nearest duty 
 With a gladsome sweetened smile? 
 
 (13) 
 
How do you know you're virtuous and pure? 
 
 Has the tempter ever come your way 
 With all his charming, luring enducements? 
 
 Have you wept and turned away? 
 Have you tried to live a cleaner, purer life 
 
 With temptations as you go? 
 Succeeded without a single failure ? 
 Is that the way that you know? 
 
 How do you know your soul is stainless? 
 
 That your inmost thoughts are always pure? 
 Has your conscience e're known no anguish? 
 
 Has your soul no sorrow, sure? 
 Have you tested and weighed and counted 
 somethings 
 That no other soul can show? 
 Has your soul been strickened with grief 
 o*er much ? 
 
 Is that the way that you know? 
 
 THERE'LL COME A TIME. 
 
 There'll come a time someday 
 When cruel war will pass away, 
 And all this strife will cease; 
 And everyone will dwell in peace 
 
 And friendship, love and harmony. 
 
 Oh, happy time we long for thee. 
 There'll come a time someday 
 When poverty will pass away ; 
 All'll have an equal right 
 With not one millionaire to fight; 
 
 (14) 
 
The working class, we all shall be 
 
 Oh blessed time we long for thee. 
 There'll come a time someday 
 When all discord will pass away; 
 Everyone in joyful song 
 Will happy be the whole day long, 
 
 When truth and goodness reign supreme; 
 
 Of that blest time we only dream. 
 
 There'll come a time someday 
 When love and joy will ever stay 
 Around our hearth and home. 
 And we will never, never roam 
 
 Beyond the borders of the goal 
 
 A peaceful and a loving soul. 
 
 There'll come a time someday 
 The gentle, little lamb will lay 
 Down by the lion and then 
 Will have no fear of beast or men ; 
 *Tis then that love will cast out fear 
 Oh joyful time, we wish you here. 
 
 There'll come a time someday 
 When everyone will surely say: 
 How could they live in days gone by 
 When honest men were doomed to die, 
 
 And vice and crime lurked everywhere; 
 
 Oh peaceful time, we're glad you're heret 
 
 DOES DEATH END ALL? 
 
 Does death end all? 
 Is there any one who can tell 
 
 (15) 
 
Of a brighter, better world than this 
 Where we can meet the ones we miss 
 From our dear home? It is not well 
 If death ends all. 
 
 Does death end all? 
 My soul cries out for those away; 
 Father, mother and children dear; 
 Are they not waiting somewhere near? 
 Oh prove the truth to me I pray; 
 Does death end all? 
 
 Does death end all 
 Of this sad world of toil and strife? 
 So many heartaches we must bear; 
 So many good things we cannot share; 
 Why do we ever live this life 
 If death ends all? 
 
 Does death end all? 
 Oh tell me that it is not so ! 
 Tell me of some fair world of bliss 
 To greet our loved ones with a kiss 
 And clasp them to our breast. Ah, no, 
 Death doesn't end all. 
 
 We live again; 
 Go tell it to all the nation! 
 Tell them of life over yonder 
 Where the soul will cease to wonder. 
 Life is given to all creation; 
 Death is life again. 
 
 (16) 
 
OUR DREAMS. 
 
 Sometime our dreams will all come true; 
 Those happy dreams when I and you 
 Have dreamed of an ideal life to come; 
 Where sickness and sorrow will pass away; 
 When our dreams of hope have come to 
 stay; 
 
 They will surely come 
 Sometime, someday. 
 
 Sometime our dreams will all come true; 
 Somewhere in the arched sky so blue 
 There's a brighter home waiting for all, 
 And an echo of hope comes back to me 
 That our beautiful dreams are yet to be; 
 They will come to all 
 
 Sometime, someday. 
 Sometime our dreams will all come true; 
 Those golden dreams to me, to you 
 Our soul looks out to the great beyond 
 And longs for a happier time to be 
 When each mortal can live in harmony; 
 Souls with joy abound, 
 Sometime, someday. 
 
 STAR OF HOPE 
 
 Oh, star of hope, my guiding star! 
 Shine along my pathway bright! 
 Guide my erring footsteps right! 
 
 (17) 
 
Shine unto a brighter day, 
 Light the shadows on my way ! 
 Oh, star of hope, shine on, shine on. 
 
 Oh, star o£ hope, my guiding star! 
 I will ever look to thee 
 For light and hope to pilot me 
 Through this dark and dreary way 
 Till I reach a brighter day. 
 
 Oh, star of hope, shine on, shine on. 
 
 Oh, star of hope, my guiding star! 
 I can but say that thou art 
 Strength and comfort to my heart ; 
 A guide, of whom I am so fond, 
 Till I reach the great beyond 
 
 Oh, star of hope, shine on, shine on. 
 
 ANGEL VOICES. 
 
 Hark 'tis angel voices speaking 
 
 In the silence soft and low. 
 Telling of a brighter country ; 
 
 Better far than earth I know. 
 Telling us of homes of beauty 
 
 In a spirit world so bright; 
 Homes where love and kindness ever 
 
 Fills our souls with glad delight. 
 
 Telling us our loved ones ever 
 Live and love us as of old; 
 
 And they many times are near us 
 Giving joy and peace untold. 
 
 (18) 
 
Hark I hear the angels speaking 
 And they whisper soft and low; 
 
 I can hear their garments rustle 
 As theyVe moving to and fro. 
 
 I can hear their words of counsel ; 
 
 I can sense their perfect love; 
 And I gladly bid them welcome ; 
 
 Our dear helpers from above. 
 Let us heed these angel voices 
 
 That are speaking to us here; 
 We'll surely get a home of grandeur 
 
 In that spirit land so dear. 
 
 TELL THE GLAD TIDINGS. 
 
 Tune— "Throw Out the Life Line." 
 Tell the glad tidings 
 
 To friends that are dear, 
 Tell them that angels 
 
 Are hovering near, 
 Guiding their footsteps 
 
 Along life's rough way; 
 Make haste and tell them ! 
 
 Don't ever delay. 
 
 Cho. 
 
 Tell the glad tidings, 
 
 Tell the glad tidings, 
 Many are waiting to learn ; 
 
 Tell the glad tidings. 
 
 Tell the glad tidings, 
 Teach them of spirit return. 
 
 (19) 
 
Tell the glad tidings 
 
 That we never die ; 
 Tell all the whole world 
 
 Their loved ones draw nigh, 
 Trying to whisper 
 
 A message so dear ; 
 Trying to tell them 
 
 There's nothing to fear. 
 
 Cho. 
 
 Tell the glad tidings, 
 
 O who would e*re doubt 
 The law of the Maker 
 
 In planning life out; 
 That he who loves all 
 
 Would ever go tell 
 To children he loved 
 
 "Go! banish to hell." 
 
 Cho. 
 
 TRUTH. 
 
 Oh Truth ! What is that mighty thing, 
 
 And where can it be found? 
 We search for it in every clime 
 
 And every country round. 
 We are dilligently at work 
 
 The Truth to always find. 
 For nothing else will satisfy 
 
 Our ever active mind. 
 
 We need not search beyond our door 
 For Truth is ever near ; 
 
 (20) 
 
And, if we seek most earnestly 
 
 We'll find it, never fear. 
 There's truth and truth and Truth to find, 
 
 For Living Truth must be ; 
 Cease not to seek, but find the Truth, 
 
 For it will make you free. 
 
 MAKE YOUR LIFE A SHINING LIGHT. 
 
 Give the world the best you have, 
 Give it with a soul that's right; 
 
 In what you say, what you do 
 Make your life a shining light. 
 
 If you have some talent grand 
 
 Hide it not ; but keep in sight 
 What the people need of you; 
 
 Make your life a shining light. 
 
 If you hope for all that's good 
 Fill your life and make it bright; 
 
 You must work and ever try ; 
 Make your life a shining light. 
 
 If you want a mansion fair 
 
 In that world without a night. 
 In this just do your best 
 
 Make your life a shining light. 
 
 LET THE CHILDREN PLAY. 
 
 Oh give the little child its rights, 
 Don't work them hard, I pray, 
 
 (21) 
 
Let joy and gladness be their lot; 
 Oh, let the children play. 
 
 We often recollect the time 
 
 When we were young and gay, 
 Our souls were joyous, light and free 
 
 All children then at play. 
 
 In after years the time will come, 
 
 Their souls won't be so gay ; 
 So give the little ones their rights; 
 
 Oh, let the children play. 
 
 So let the little children play, 
 
 And let their souls be free 
 From cares and griefs of every kind; 
 
 Who knows what their lives will be. 
 
 I KNOW. 
 
 I know that spirit return is true. 
 Though it may seem false to a few; 
 
 I know it's the finest of wheat to me, 
 Though it all may be chaff to you. 
 
 I know that this old world is full of life; 
 
 In every niche of space today 
 There are beautiful little beings 
 
 Living and growing as they may. 
 
 I know somewhere, on and on and on. 
 Though we travel through endless space ; 
 
 We would still find life and love and hope 
 And a beautiful resting place. 
 
 (22) 
 
BEAUTIFUL NATURE. 
 
 Open your souls to the beautiful things; 
 
 Lift up your veiled eyes and see 
 That this old world is a beautiful place, ^ 
 
 A heaven, if we could agree. 
 
 There's beautiful flowers and silvery streams 
 
 And birds of many a feather; 
 There's changes to suit the varying winds; 
 
 There's sunshine and cloudy weather. 
 
 There is the beautiful snow capped mountains 
 
 And the valleys far, far below; 
 There's pictures galore, in nature's old frame, 
 
 No matter wherever you go. 
 
 There's music and harmony ev'ry where, 
 
 On land or on the rolling sea; 
 There's the beat of the waves on the sandy 
 beach, 
 
 And the songsters in the tree. 
 
 So lift your souls higher that you may see 
 What this grand world holds up in view ; 
 
 There's many beautiful things in this life. 
 And many good blessings for you. 
 
 A REVERIE 
 
 A little bird sat on a tree. 
 Chirped in the morning air; 
 
 It opened up my soul to me 
 And made the world seem fair. 
 
 (23) 
 
A flower with its colors so bright 
 
 Stood smiling up at me; 
 It filled my soul with joy and light 
 
 That I might happy be. 
 
 I looked at the bird as it sang 
 
 Happy and glad and free; 
 While for me no gladness e're rang; 
 
 No pleasure could I see. 
 
 I looked at the brilliant flower 
 
 In brightest colors clad; 
 I wondered why I'm full of grief 
 
 When nature seems so glad. 
 
 I pondered on the things of life; 
 
 I saw no reason why 
 That I should not be free from strife, 
 
 If I would only try. 
 
 I look at life in a better light 
 
 Than I ever did before ; 
 I find if we will do the right, 
 
 There's peace and joy in store. 
 
 I see at last that brighter land 
 
 May send its rays to me, 
 So I can now in glory stand, 
 
 No future need I see. 
 
 DO YOUR DUTY. 
 
 Do your duty while you can, 
 While the sun is shining bright, 
 While its day and ever light. 
 
 Do your duty while you can. 
 
 (24) 
 
Do your duty while you can 
 With an ever willing heart ; 
 Do it all, but not in part; 
 
 Do your duty while you can. 
 
 Do your duty while you can; 
 Do it for its just and right ; 
 Make your life a brilliant light; 
 
 Do your duty while you can. 
 
 Do your duty while you can; 
 Do it now and never wait; 
 Other days may be too late; 
 
 Do your duty while you can. 
 
 Do your duty while you can 
 With a soul that's brave and strong; 
 Do it with a cheerful song; 
 
 Do your duty while you can. 
 
 Do your duty while you can; 
 Though the way be hard and rough; 
 Of truth and courage have enough; 
 
 Do your duty while you can. 
 
 Do your duty while you can, 
 For no other soul can do 
 All the work that's meant for you; 
 
 Do your duty while you can. 
 
 OUR LADDER. 
 
 The ladder of life is so long 
 And sometimes hard to climb, 
 
 But with patience and courage I know 
 We"ll reach the top sometime. 
 
 (25) 
 
GOD=LIFE. 
 
 God lives and breathes in flowers and trees; 
 God lives and moves in the birds and bees; 
 God lives and thinks in the soul of man; 
 God lives and loves in the angel clan. 
 
 BELIEF AND KNOWLEDGE. 
 
 Belief is only the shadow, 
 
 But knowledge is the light of day; 
 Belief may comfort a trifle, 
 
 But to know is the better way. 
 
 IN MEMORY OF LOLA. 
 
 Lola has gone to a better land. 
 
 Better and brighter than here, 
 Sickness and sorrow can never be 
 
 In that land of love and cheer. 
 
 She was a dear and loving soul: 
 
 Patient, kindhearted and true, 
 With always a cheerful word and smile 
 
 And always ready to do. 
 
 We miss her step, we miss her face 
 
 From our home and fireside; 
 We bid farewell, while angels greet, 
 
 And soon with her we will abide. 
 
 Don't feel you are parted from Lola, 
 
 No, no, she is ever near, 
 Always trying to make you listen 
 
 To a message that is dear. 
 
 (26) 
 
Sometime when the evening shadows fall, 
 
 And all is quiet and still, 
 Her beautiful soul will then come near 
 
 And with joy your soul will fill. 
 
 The angels were ready and waiting. 
 
 Yes, waiting for her, I know, 
 To guide her soul to a better world 
 
 And leave this sad life below. 
 
 Her loved ones are singing with joy; 
 
 Lola is singing too; 
 They come, they come, their faces I see, 
 
 With greetings now for you. 
 
 KNOWLEDGE. 
 
 I know we live beyond the grave; 
 
 I know that death is naught; 
 I know our spirit loved ones come 
 
 Unbidden or unsought. 
 
 I know there is another world 
 
 Beyond this earthly sphere; 
 I know it's far more beautiful 
 
 Than any thing that's here. 
 
 I know there is another life 
 
 More glorious than this. 
 For many times my mother comes 
 
 To greet me with a kiss. 
 
 I know there is a spirit life; 
 
 I know this house of clay 
 Was only meant to dwell therein 
 
 And help us on our way. 
 
 (27) 
 
I know we live right on and on; 
 
 That spirit life is bright; 
 We only stay on this old earth 
 
 To learn to do the right. 
 
 KEEP ON TRYING. 
 
 What's the use of getting blue 
 Cause there's only bread to chew; 
 
 Keep on trying! 
 Might as well just sing and smile, 
 Keep up hope and wait a while ; 
 Something's sure to come your way, 
 Where there's a will there is a way ; 
 
 Just keep on trying. 
 
 If your clothes are not the best; 
 Seems as though you never rest; 
 
 Keep on trying! 
 When the hour is dark and drear 
 Then the light will soon appear ; 
 There's no use to scold and stew 
 Many good things yet for you; 
 
 Just keep on trying. 
 No matter if the world does frown; 
 Some folks try to keep you down; 
 
 Keep on trying! 
 No matter, your friends may say 
 That you fail most ev'ry day; 
 You are looking straight ahead 
 You will win whatever's said; 
 
 Just keep on trying. 
 
 (28) 
 
LOVE. 
 
 What is this mystic subtle thing 
 
 That twines around our heart; 
 That covers like a mighty wing 
 
 That never should depart. 
 This universe is ruled by love, 
 
 And all of nature's laws 
 Are guided by the power above ; 
 
 They haven't any flaws. 
 
 *Tis something that you cannot see, 
 
 'Tis better far than hate; 
 *Tis something that must always be 
 
 To keep the people straight. 
 Love is a guiding star for all 
 
 That leads to all things right; 
 By loving all things great and small. 
 
 Our lives grow ever bright. 
 
 MY SWEETHEART. 
 
 Oh, maiden fair, 
 
 If I would dare 
 To kiss your pretty lips, 
 
 'Twould fill my soul 
 
 With joy untold; 
 They're sweet as honey drips. 
 
 Oh, maiden dear. 
 
 Don't ever fear 
 To give your soul to me; 
 
 I'll work for you, 
 
 My love is true 
 And we'd so happy be. 
 
 (29) 
 
Oh, maiden sweet, 
 
 To you I greet; 
 I'd give you all my gold, 
 
 For one sweet kiss 
 
 From you, dear miss, 
 'Twould give me joy untold. 
 
 Oh, maiden love. 
 
 Come, be my dove. 
 Come walk with me through life. 
 
 Come, fill the place 
 
 No one can grace 
 Except my darling wife. 
 
 No maiden now 
 
 My dear, I vow, 
 A loving wife I see; 
 
 My home is blest 
 
 My soul's at rest ; 
 A babe upon my knee. 
 
 CHEERFUL THOUGHTS. 
 When all the world seems dark and drear 
 
 And your soul is discouraged and sad, 
 The angel world is ever near 
 
 Trying to make us glad. 
 
 When our hearts are heavy with sorrow 
 For our beloved ones passed away; 
 
 Think not of trouble to borrow, 
 They have not gone to stay. 
 
 Many times when we sit alone 
 And our souls are weary with grief. 
 
 They're very near us in our home. 
 Giving our souls relief. 
 
 (30) 
 
When we think of those angel wings 
 
 In that life on the other shore ; 
 We hear the song our loved one sings 
 
 To cheer us evermore. 
 
 Oh guard your thoughts, don't let them roam, 
 But hold them sacred and so dear, 
 
 For they help to brighten our home 
 And bring our loved ones near. 
 
 COMFORTING THOUGHTS. 
 
 To commune with my angel mother. 
 
 Or some loving one that's dear, 
 Is the sweetest pleasure that I own; 
 
 how could I think of fear. 
 
 But some folks think it is an awful thing 
 That spirits can come back here ; 
 
 They sneer and call them ghosts and goblins. 
 Think they are something to fear. 
 
 If they could only look at life now; 
 
 Know that their loved ones are near; 
 They would have more joy and more comfort; 
 
 Spirits are nothing to fear. 
 
 When I lay down at night to rest 
 
 1 can very often see 
 
 My spirit loved ones gathering near. 
 Guarding, watching over me. 
 
 And it ever makes my soul feel glad. 
 
 For I know that they are near, 
 Trying to guide my footsteps aright. 
 
 And giving me hope and cheer. 
 
 (31) 
 
I WILL. 
 
 I will be honest, good and true, 
 
 I will do what is right; 
 I will my work and duty do, 
 
 However hard I fight. 
 
 I will dwell in the realms of love, 
 
 I will think only good, 
 I will be pure as any dove 
 
 By doing as I should. 
 
 I will send forth a brighter light, 
 
 1*11 shed its rays abroad, 
 1*11 help my fellow men do right 
 
 And reap a rich reward. 
 
 CAN AND WILL. 
 
 I can be good and brave and true 
 
 If I will only try; 
 I can find better things to do 
 
 Than sit around and sigh. 
 
 I can control my thought and speech 
 
 If I will only try; 
 I can live up to what I preach, 
 
 In helping others by. 
 
 I can control my appetites 
 
 If I will only try; 
 I can surmount the tallest heights 
 
 And never failure cry. 
 
 I can now see a brighter life 
 
 If I will only try; 
 I can forgive a flagrant wrong. 
 
 Then love will never die. 
 
 (32) 
 
I can now see a God within 
 
 If I will only try; 
 I can within my soul awake 
 
 The blessed, blessed I. 
 
 RECOLECTIONS. 
 
 When I was a little shaver, 
 
 About six years or more, 
 I had tons and tons of playthings 
 
 Strewn round on mama's floor. 
 I had a train of handsome cars, 
 
 A track so they could run, 
 I had a wooden rocking horse; 
 
 Oh ! didn't I have fun. 
 
 And I had bugles, fifes and horns, 
 
 Could blow and make a noise; 
 Often run my mother crazy 
 
 With all my games and toys. 
 But now I've grown to be a man. 
 
 Can very seldom play; 
 I've got a little shaver, too, 
 
 That's happy all the day. 
 
 PATIENCE. 
 
 Be patient, patient dear and try once more 
 
 To master the passions of life; 
 There's ever guardians watching o'er 
 
 To help us in the strife. 
 For the hardest battle that's ever fought 
 
 Is the battle we fight alone; 
 And the greatest lesson that's ever taught 
 
 That we must all atone. 
 
 (33) 
 
HAPPINESS. 
 
 Where is happiness to be found? 
 
 For my soul is weary and sad ; 
 I have searched this whole world round 
 
 I find nothing to make me glad. 
 I have waited and hoped for years 
 
 To find that precious jewel rare; 
 A joy and peace that drys my tears 
 
 By making all things look so fair. 
 
 IVe found, at last, it's now and here, 
 
 We shall seek for the happy way, 
 For happiness is ever near 
 
 Ever ready, willing to stay. 
 Down in the depths of my inmost heart* 
 
 There is love and joy and peace today; 
 It*s bliss that will never depart 
 
 I'm sure, if we'll only obey. 
 *soul. 
 
 HOPE. 
 
 There's a brighter, happier realm 
 Than this sad world of gloom. 
 
 There is a place of joy and peace 
 Beyond the grave and tomb. 
 
 There is a place where angels dwell 
 
 In love and harmony, 
 There is a world of beauty rare 
 
 That mortals long to see. 
 
 Before we reach that world so fair 
 
 There's many hills to climb, 
 And if we hope to dwell therein 
 
 Our lives must brighter shine. 
 
 (34) 
 
AS WE SOW SO SHALL WE REAP. 
 
 Just as you throw out good thoughts, 
 
 (For the law is ever true) 
 As you think of your neighbor 
 
 Your neighbor will think o£ you. 
 As you fill up the measure 
 
 With love and good will for all, 
 Just so will your own life find 
 
 Love and good will at your call. 
 
 As you make your conditions, 
 
 So will you live day by day ; 
 As you sow you always will reap ; 
 
 Nature is just in her way. 
 As you fill your soul with love 
 
 Your soul will throw it out again; 
 Law is love and love is law; 
 
 Our harvest is what we've been. 
 
 KINDNESS. 
 
 Think what a kindly word may mean 
 
 To some poor weary heart; 
 There is many a load unseen 
 
 That kindness makes depart. 
 
 Let kindness rule your every act 
 
 Where'er in life you go; 
 And if you want a kindly word 
 
 Then kindness you must show. 
 
 Be kind to all whom you may meet. 
 
 To those that's near and dear, 
 And to the stranger in the street 
 
 Be kind and never fear. 
 
 (35) 
 
LITTLE BY LITTLE. 
 
 Little by little we journey on 
 Ever trying to leave the wrong; 
 Little by little the deeds we do 
 Will build a home for me and you. 
 
 Little by little our work is done 
 Whenever we count a victory won; 
 Little by little all things are made, 
 Through nature's laws all debts are paid. 
 
 Little by little our cup is filled, 
 
 With love and peace our soul is thrilled; 
 
 Little by little we live our life, 
 
 A little joy, a little strife. 
 
 Little by little we get our share, 
 For grief and pain is everywhere; 
 Little by little we learn to know 
 Our life's made up of joy and woe. 
 
 Little by little our lives must grow 
 Just from the kind of seed we sow; 
 Little by little we reach the goal 
 And reap the harvest of the soul. 
 
 STEADFASTNESS. 
 
 Let the waters roll and the winds sweep high ; 
 My soul will be calm as the bright blue sky; 
 I will soar away to the realms above, 
 Where angels are singing with those I love. 
 
 (36) 
 
LIVING. 
 
 When peace and duty reigns supreme 
 You'll be happier than you dream, 
 With love and goodness in your heart,* 
 You'll make all evil things depart. 
 With joy and gladness in your home 
 You never more would want to roam ; 
 To live in peace with joy, content, 
 Is what the Great Designer meant. 
 
 When soul and conscience reigns within 
 There man and God will be akin ; 
 To live this life without a flaw 
 Will raise the soul above the law. 
 When death shall call us safely home. 
 And loved ones softly whisper "Come"; 
 Then will my life begin to shine. 
 Then will heavenly things be mine. 
 *soul 
 
 KEEP A SMILING FACE. 
 
 Though your life with care is filled 
 
 And you cannot keep the pace. 
 And some loving voice is stilled. 
 
 Try to keep a smiling face. 
 
 Though your back with crosses bends 
 
 And 'tis hard to win the race; 
 Though you haven't many friends. 
 
 Try to keep a smiling face. 
 
 Though you live on coarsest food 
 
 And your clothes not trimmed with lace; 
 And your friends are often rude. 
 
 Always keep a smiling face. 
 
 (37) 
 
LITTLE DROPS. 
 
 Little drops of beauty, 
 
 Little drops o£ good, 
 Help us do our duty. 
 
 Living as we should. 
 Little drops o£ gladness, 
 
 Little drops of mirth 
 Takes away the saddness, 
 
 Bringing heaven to earth. 
 
 LOOKING THE WRONG WAY. 
 
 Sometimes our souls grow bitter 
 
 With envy, malice and strife, 
 With pain and vexation 
 
 We look on the wrong side of life. 
 We cherish fond hopes for us now, 
 
 And see them wither and fall; 
 It brings to our souls new grief. 
 
 Makes trouble in life for all. 
 
 When we're looking the wrong way 
 
 All things appear upside down; 
 We see no good in any one; 
 
 Each can see our scowling frown. 
 Be sure you look in the right way; 
 
 Be sure you have a sweet smile; 
 That your soul is filled with love; 
 
 Yes, all will be well erst while. 
 
 ANGELS. 
 
 Beautiful stars in that world above; 
 Beautiful angels watching with love; 
 Guiding us on to the home of the soul; 
 Guiding us now the same as of old. 
 
 (38) 
 
TRIXIE TRY. 
 
 I once had a little doggie, 
 
 I called her Trixie Try, 
 Her hair was white as any snow, 
 
 Beautiful was her eye. 
 She's the sweetest little doggie 
 
 That ever I did own; 
 She'd walk upon her two hind legs 
 
 And speak for every bone. 
 
 And if I took her for a hunt, 
 
 (I did most every day) 
 She'd dig the mountain beavers out 
 
 And scare the quails away. 
 And when I had to go to school 
 
 And she was left alone. 
 She'd come to meet me down the hill 
 
 And run and race back home. 
 
 THE HORSE. 
 
 The horse, that noble animal. 
 
 Is one of man's best friends. 
 In summer's heat or winter's snow 
 
 His back with burdens bends. 
 How could man sow the fields of grain? 
 
 How could we millions feed? 
 How could the farmer ever live 
 
 Without that noble steed? 
 Some day the auto'll take his place 
 
 In many a useful way; 
 But who could love that iron horse 
 
 Or who could feed it hay. 
 
 (39) 
 
ASPIRATIONS. 
 
 I drank deep draughts from the fountain 
 of life, 
 
 I filled my soul full well, 
 I lingered long at the shrine of the Truth 
 
 With joy no tongue can tell. 
 I listened close in the solemn silence 
 
 For voices soft and low 
 To give me better knowledge, peace and love, 
 
 To help my soul to grow. 
 
 And in the silence of my longing soul 
 
 I heard those voices sweet; 
 They sounded the same to me as of old 
 
 My joy was then complete. 
 They filled my grief torn soul with gladness, 
 
 With courage known to few; 
 They lifted a weight of heavy sadness, 
 
 Made life seem bright and new. 
 
 I thought of my sorrowing fellowmen 
 
 Living in doubt and fear, 
 I thought of the Truth I could bring to them 
 
 Of their loved ones so dear. 
 So as I walk this dreary plane of life 
 
 I will do whatever I can 
 To cast away grim doubt and grusome fear 
 
 To help my fellow man. 
 
 BOSSY COW. 
 
 Dear old bossy cow, 
 She tramps the meadows green; 
 She fills our pails with foamy milk, 
 She is our bossy queen. 
 
 (40) 
 
Dear old bossy cow, 
 Your worth can ne'er be told ; 
 The pails of milk that you do give 
 Are worth their weight in gold. 
 
 Dear old bossy cow, 
 The children love you so ; 
 How could we feed the little ones 
 Without you, I don't know. 
 
 ANGELS ARE NEAR. 
 
 Angels are knocking. 
 Knocking at the door of my heart; 
 
 I open and bid them enter 
 Never more to depart. 
 
 Angels are whispering, 
 Whispering in my listening ear. 
 
 Telling me of many happy things 
 About that land so dear. 
 
 Angels are coming. 
 Coming to yearning earth today. 
 
 And bringing us love and sunshine 
 To cheer us on our way. 
 
 Angels are guiding, 
 Guiding our wandering steps aright. 
 
 Leading us out of the darkness 
 Into the glorious light. 
 
 Angels are waiting. 
 Waiting, waiting for us, I know. 
 
 In that land of love and beauty; 
 Our work is done below. 
 
 (41) 
 
GOD IS LOVE. 
 
 Oh, what is God and where is He? 
 
 We're seeking him to know; 
 We ask this question o'er and o'er, 
 
 We mortals here below. 
 For in our minds we fashion God, 
 
 Just as we live and do ; 
 And if our God is Love and Life 
 
 Then we are good and true. 
 For God is good and God is Life, 
 
 And God is ever near ; 
 There is no place where God is not, 
 
 We have no cause to fear. 
 
 BEAUTIFUL THINGS. 
 
 Beautiful birds with their songs so sweet, 
 Beautiful flowers around our feet; 
 Let us be cheerful, happy and glad. 
 Beautiful nature is never sad. 
 Beautiful sunshine over our head, 
 Beautiful grasses on which we tread; 
 Let us enjoy these beautiful things, 
 For heaven it nearer and nearer brings. 
 
 Beautiful mountains with ice and snow, 
 Beautiful valleys to reap and sow; 
 Oh, beautiful world, so full of life. 
 Let us live for peace and not for strife. 
 Beautiful angels from the land so bright. 
 Forever coming to give us light. 
 Lifting the shadows along our way, 
 Telling us beautiful things to say. 
 
 (42) 
 
A SURPRISE. 
 
 Sing and be happy and drive av/ay care 
 And our trouble will shrivel and die; 
 
 Be happy and joyous, of good get a share, 
 And your sorrows will fade by and by. 
 
 Just sing like the birds, be happy and gay 
 And your burdens will ever be light, 
 
 Put off your troubles till some other day 
 And your journey through life will be 
 bright. 
 
 Sing and be happy and get what you need 
 Of the good things in life every day; 
 
 Don't wait till the future ; this you must heed 
 For now is the time;you find the way. 
 
 CHILDISH MEDITATION. 
 
 Little bird, why do you chirp? 
 
 Why don't you talk to me? 
 I couldn't understand your words, 
 
 They're all "chirps" and "chickadee". 
 One little bird says "chip, chip", 
 
 Another "chickadee, dee"; 
 I'd like to know the words you say; 
 
 But they're all the same to me. 
 
 If I could learn your language, 
 
 Oh, would not that be great; 
 Then I'd know what birdies say, 
 
 And I'd write it on my slate. 
 And then I'd have it printed 
 
 And put in my books someday, 
 So all the little children 
 
 Would know what birdies say. 
 
 (43) 
 
A MOTHER'S LOVE. 
 
 A mother's love is always pure, 
 
 'Tis always of the best; 
 And though there's many kinds o£ love, 
 
 A mother's love's the best. 
 
 What love is so deep and lasting 
 
 And pure as any dove. 
 That stays when all things fail us, 
 
 None but a mother's love. 
 
 She watches o'er your bedside 
 With the tenderest of care; 
 
 In sickness or in sorrow 
 Your mother's always there. 
 
 When all of your friends forsake you, 
 The world looks dark and drear; 
 
 Your mother will never leave you, 
 Her love is always dear. 
 
 When troubles overwhelm you 
 
 She'll help you all she can. 
 And she'll never fail to tell you 
 
 To be an honest man. 
 
 Oh! boys and girls just stop and think 
 What mother's done for you ; 
 
 Don't hurt your souls by sin and drink 
 For that hurts mother, too. 
 
 So be good and kind to mother 
 
 In everything you do. 
 For you'll never find another 
 
 So faithful and so true. 
 
 (44) 
 
ANGELS ARE HOVERING NEAR. 
 
 Angels are hovering round us today 
 Bringing us gladness and cheer; 
 
 Guiding our souls while we're journeying 
 here, 
 Angels are hovering near. 
 
 Cho. 
 
 Hovering near, hovering near. 
 
 Angels are hovering near; 
 Angels are hovering round us today, 
 
 Angels are hovering near. 
 
 Cho. 
 
 Angels are coming to teach us the way. 
 
 Telling us never to fear; 
 Open your souls to this glorious Truth, 
 
 Angels are hovering near. 
 
 Cho. 
 
 Angels are bringing glad tidings o£ love. 
 
 Bringing a message so dear ; 
 Telling the truth of their wonderful life; 
 
 Angels are hovering near. 
 
 REWARD. 
 
 Why were we placed in this old world? 
 
 Why do we live at all? 
 Many an aching soul has asked 
 
 That's ready now to fall. 
 The hills are steep and hard to climb. 
 
 The road is hard to make; 
 It seems the end we'll never reach; 
 
 Oh how our souls doth ache. 
 
 (45) 
 
For out o£ all this toil and strife 
 
 There's lessons to be learned, 
 And if our road was always smoothe 
 
 Nothing would be ever earned. 
 
 If we would have a mansion bright 
 
 Beyond this earthly plane 
 We need a soul that's brave and strong 
 
 To work with might and main. 
 
 But all this toil is not for naught, 
 
 For sometime and somewhere, 
 A rich reward we'll surely reap ; 
 
 Not here, but "Over There". 
 
 THE INDIAN. 
 
 Who is it tramped the forest wild 
 
 In days long past and gone 
 And hunted game for wife and child? 
 
 The Indian. 
 
 Who lived a life of perfect ease 
 
 And freedom from all toil? 
 Who could not live as white man sees? 
 
 The Indian. 
 
 Who lived a cruder, simpler way 
 
 Than ever white man could? 
 Who knew no vices of today? 
 
 The Indian. 
 
 Who clothed themselves in skins of beasts? 
 
 Who never tilled the soil? 
 Who roamed the plains from West to East? 
 
 The Indian. 
 
 (46) 
 
CHIEF RED FEATHER. 
 There once was an Indian lassie 
 
 She had a sweetheart brave; 
 He was a bold, daring warrior, 
 
 But still her humble slave. 
 
 Cho. 
 
 Come, pretty maiden, come with me, 
 
 Come be my bride, so happy we"ll be; 
 Pretty maiden give me your soul ; 
 
 We'll be together and make a whole. 
 
 Cho. 
 
 He courted her most gallantly, 
 
 Her soul was filled with pride ; 
 Says she "If you were a hero 
 
 Then I would be your bride." 
 
 Cho. 
 
 Oh, day o£ bliss, this fervent lover 
 
 Fought in the fiercest fray, 
 They crowned him Great Chief Red Feather; 
 
 He won his bride that day. 
 
 A PRAYER. 
 Angel friends, pray keep me good, 
 Keep me living as I should. 
 Keep me cheerful, keep me glad. 
 Never let my soul grow sad. 
 Keep me and keep me strong, 
 Keep me happy all day long ; 
 Angel friends, I pray of you 
 Keep me patient, kind and true, 
 Take me safely to my friends 
 In that life that never ends; 
 Accept my thanks o'er again; 
 Praises be to thee. Amen. 
 
 (47) 
 
A LESSON. 
 
 I had a little sweetheart once, 
 
 Eyes like violets blue, 
 Her cheeks were like the roses red 
 
 Her lips a scarlet hue. 
 
 She had a fount o£ golden hair, 
 
 Her skin was white as milk 
 Eyelashes swept her pretty cheeks, 
 
 They were as fine as silk. 
 
 I dearly loved this pretty maid, 
 
 I won her for my own; 
 But one sad day when I came home 
 
 My little bird had flown. 
 
 Some lover fair had stole her heart 
 
 And taken her from me ; 
 So I am left alone to mourn 
 
 In grief and misery. 
 
 But I have learned a lesson 
 Worth more to me than gold ; 
 
 Don't ever love a pretty face 
 But love a gracious soul. 
 
 PEACE. 
 
 Though all the world may disagree. 
 Let us two live in harmony; 
 For who can know the rest in peace? 
 A blessing that should never cease. 
 
 How could the people ever live 
 Without the blessings peace doth give? 
 They'd ever be stranded apart 
 Living lives with a hardened heart. 
 
 (48) 
 
Let us practice a peaceful mood, 
 Never again be cross or rude ; 
 Many troubles would cease to be, 
 A long and happy life we'd see. 
 
 RIGHT LIVING. 
 
 Let kind and loving words 
 Be ever on your lips. 
 And let your manner be 
 As sweet as honey drips. 
 
 Let honesty prevail 
 In every act of life. 
 And with your neighbors ever live 
 In peace, and not in strife. 
 
 Let all your deeds and thoughts 
 Be always at their best. 
 Keep love and duty in your soul 
 And you will then be blest. 
 
 PEACE AND HARMONY. 
 
 Give me a peaceful, happy sphere 
 Where all things harmonize; 
 
 For peace and love is ever near 
 The portals of the wise. 
 
 Sweet peace is like a jewel rare. 
 It sheds its rays so bright; 
 
 And every soul can have a share 
 And find a peaceful light. 
 
 Let harmony forever dwell 
 Around your hearth at home; 
 
 For if you want a happy dell 
 Harmony you must own. 
 
 (49) 
 
IT WILL ALWAYS PAY. 
 
 Try being just and honest 
 
 With your neighbor every day 
 
 And dwell in peace and comfort; 
 You will find 'twill always pay. 
 
 Try being bright and cheerful 
 And throw your care away, 
 
 See the sunny side of life; 
 
 You will find 'twill always pay. 
 
 Try being true and gentle 
 
 With children's innocent way, 
 
 Guide their little souls with love; 
 You will find 'twill always pay. 
 
 Try living truth and justice. 
 
 You can most every day. 
 Bring out the best that's in you; 
 
 You will find 'twill always pay. 
 
 Try being kind and patient, 
 Bearing your crosses today. 
 
 Doing your duty gladly; 
 
 You will find 'twill always pay. 
 
 Try being free and easy, 
 
 For life is only a play. 
 Hold no malice in your soul ; 
 
 You will find 'twill always pay. 
 
 Try being good and thoughtful, 
 Chase the evil thoughts away. 
 
 It will bring a happy life; 
 You will find 'twill always pay. 
 
 (50) 
 
PERSEVERANCE. 
 
 The road is dark and dense and drear 
 
 I cannot see my way; 
 Keep right on and never fear 
 
 For light will come some day. 
 For some place in eternity 
 
 There'll come a happy time, 
 Your heart will beat with joy and glee 
 
 And happiness Divine. 
 
 'Tis then we'll know beyond a doubt 
 
 That all our earthly cares 
 Our soul could never do without; 
 
 Or ever climb the stairs. 
 Then keep right on and do not stop 
 
 For any worldly thing, 
 Your soul will then in triumph rise 
 
 And lovely music sing. 
 
 TRUTHFUL FACTS. 
 
 When thinking thoughts of love; 
 The angels from above 
 Seem gathered round us here. 
 With brightest hope and cheer. 
 
 When living at our best, 
 Our mind at peace and rest. 
 Then good is ever near 
 It casteth out all fear. 
 
 By doing deeds that's good. 
 We're living as we should. 
 In helping men to rise 
 We help ourselves likewise. 
 
 (51) 
 
KEEP THE SUNSHINE IN YOUR SOUL. 
 
 Keep the sunshine in your soul, 
 
 Let it glisten bright and clear, 
 It may help to light the pathway 
 
 Of some other soul so dear. 
 
 Keep the sunshine in your soul. 
 Throw its beaming far and wide ; 
 
 Though you may not reap the blessing 
 'Till you reach the other side. 
 
 Keep the sunshine in your soul. 
 
 Keep the pencils ever bright. 
 With rays of love and sparkling truth; 
 
 Make your life a shining light. 
 
 Keep the sunshine in your soul. 
 
 Keep it shining, never wait. 
 The beams, the rays, the pencils bright 
 
 'Till you pass beyond the gate. 
 
 A PROMISE. 
 
 When the storm is raging o'er us. 
 The clouds are dark and drear; 
 
 Just look for the silver lining 
 That's ever bright and clear. 
 
 The saddest soul will sometimes rise 
 Above all grief and sorrow, 
 
 Somewhere out in the bright blue sky 
 It may be tomorrow. 
 
 (52) 
 
ANGEL WISHES. 
 
 WeVe given you a taste of the beautiful 
 
 On the other side of life; 
 We have shown you a better way to live 
 
 In peace, and not in deadly strife. 
 
 We want you to be patient and godly, 
 
 And rise to a higher plane. 
 And give to the hungering world new 
 thoughts, 
 
 And bring them back to love again. 
 
 We want you to love and be kind and true 
 
 To everything far and near; 
 We want you to cherish the Golden Rule 
 
 Above ev'ry thing else that's dear. 
 
 ASK AND SEEK AND KNOCK. 
 
 Ask and you shall receive all things 
 Whatsoever the soul desires; 
 All the good and the beautiful 
 Will come to you. 
 All things needful to thy comfort 
 And progress will be given unto you. 
 Seek and you shall find all 
 Wisdom and knowledge and truth 
 Seek for love and goodness and 
 Peace, and joy and happiness, and 
 You shall find it abundantly. 
 Knock and the door shall be opened, 
 And you shall stand on the threshold 
 Between the two worlds, 
 And gaze in rapture and delight 
 On the beautiful things of nature. 
 
 (53) 
 
ENDURANCE. 
 
 Why do you fret and fume and storm 
 When any thing goes wrong? 
 
 For all the burdens you have borne 
 Will help to make you strong. 
 
 There's a lesson in all we do, 
 In every battle that we fight; 
 
 Be patient, kind and you will know 
 That all things work out right. 
 
 There is nothing by chance in life, 
 
 Always a guiding hand 
 That sees beyond trouble and strife, 
 
 Leads to a better land. 
 
 Our stay is short, this earthly plane 
 
 Gives but a day of school; 
 So much learning there is to gain. 
 
 So much by rote and rule. 
 
 No soul gain gain all knowledge here; 
 
 The greater part to be 
 Must come without a pain, a tear. 
 
 When soul is surely free. 
 
 SCATTER SEEDS. 
 Scatter seeds of love and kindness 
 
 All along your way. 
 They'll return with many blessings 
 
 Some near future day. 
 Scatter seeds of truth and knowledge 
 
 Everywhere you go. 
 You may reap a richer harvest 
 
 Than you soul doth know. 
 
 (54) 
 
Scatter seeds of peace and justice 
 
 O'er the ocean far, 
 It will lighten all your burden, 
 
 Close the cruel war. 
 Scatter seeds of all thats goodly, 
 
 Scatter far and wide, 
 It will fill this earth with beauty. 
 
 Bring heaven to your side. 
 
 SING AND BE HAPPY. 
 
 Sing and be happy, let your voice resound 
 From mountain top to valleys low. 
 
 And let your soul with joy abound. 
 Forever onward go. 
 
 Sing and be happy, let your soul with love 
 Reach to the uttermost parts of earth. 
 
 And let the angels from above 
 
 Be ever round your home and hearth. 
 
 Sing and be happy, live in harmony 
 With every creature, far and near, 
 
 By being happy we will know 
 All living things to God is dear. 
 
 O, sing and be happy, ye mortal friends. 
 Why should we weep the bitter tears? 
 
 Our road through life so often tends 
 To bring us peace in after years. 
 
 O, sing and be happy, 'tis better so, 
 To go through life in joyful song; 
 
 It lifts us up and out of woe ; 
 It brings us peace the whole day long. 
 
 (55) 
 
SEEK THE GOOD. 
 
 There is good in everything 
 
 That dwells upon the earth; 
 Then let us seek to find it 
 
 And praise it for its worth. 
 Set not your soul on evil, 
 
 And do not seek to find 
 Something wrong in all you meet, 
 
 But seek the good and kind. 
 
 What you seek you're sure to find. 
 
 Much better it would be 
 To seek for love and goodness 
 
 And let the evil flee. 
 If you look for love and life 
 
 You'll wear a smiling face, 
 With never frowns and wrinkles; 
 
 Then give the wrong a chase. 
 
 STAR THOUGHTS. 
 
 Millions of stars in the sky so fair; 
 Millions of thoughts in the waves of air; 
 As the little stars twinkle and shine 
 So let us keep our thoughts good, Divine. 
 
 Millions of minds at work and play 
 And gathering in these thoughts today; 
 Each little thought has its work to do 
 Building a life for me and for you. 
 
 Millions are living and daily blest 
 
 By thinking only thoughts that are best, 
 
 Letting the evil ones pass away 
 
 And keeping the good ones all the day. 
 
 (56) 
 
THINK RIGHT. 
 
 Think right 'tis only a habit 
 That forms the deeds we do; 
 
 Clear the way for thinking right 
 'Twill be better for you. 
 
 Think right on every subject 
 Whatever the work you do, 
 
 Be sure that your thoughts are right; 
 Give them a clearer view. 
 
 Think right 'tis the greatest thing 
 That a soulful man has done; 
 
 To govern your thoughts today 
 Means a victory always soon. 
 
 WHY NOT? 
 
 Why do you fret and worry and stew? 
 
 Why is your soul so sad? 
 Why do you make such a great to do? 
 
 Why not be happy and glad? 
 
 Why do you worry your life away? 
 
 It makes things worse for you; 
 Why not be happy in work or play? 
 
 It will be better for you. 
 
 Why do you scold the children so dear? 
 
 You can find a better way; 
 Why not be pleasant and keep them near? 
 
 Be careful in all you say. 
 
 (57) 
 
WHAT I CAN DO. 
 
 I can bring peace and happiness 
 
 To many whom I meet; 
 By speaking with a kindly smile 
 
 *Twould make this life more sweet. 
 
 I can do many, many things 
 
 To help the world along, 
 If I will only get to work 
 
 And battle with the wrong. 
 
 I can help a fallen sister, 
 Raise her from the ground, 
 
 Tell of the love, true love. 
 And where that love is found. 
 
 I can help a loving mother 
 
 In all her daily work ; 
 I can wash, scrub, knit, sew and bake 
 
 And never, never shirk. 
 
 I can help a dear old friend 
 And make her life so glad; 
 
 I can speak a loving word; 
 No soul can then be sad. 
 
 I can sing a beautiful song 
 
 To cheer the aged man 
 If I will sow the living seed; 
 
 I will, I know I can. 
 
 I can feed a hungry soul 
 
 With words of truest worth; 
 
 I can check their dying groans 
 As their soul is leaving earth. 
 
 (58) 
 
I can ease their dying bed 
 
 That's filled with sorrow rife; 
 
 I can sing "Sweet Home" to them 
 And tell them of true life. 
 
 TRY. 
 
 Try and live for some good purpose, 
 Try and help the world along, 
 
 Try to think of only goodness, 
 Try to trample down the wrong. 
 
 Try to make each day seem better, 
 Try to live for truth and right. 
 
 Try to live up to the letter 
 
 That your conscience tells is bright. 
 
 Try to brighten every hour 
 By a cheerful word or song. 
 
 Try in sunshine and in shower 
 To forever fight the wrong. 
 
 (59) 
 
PART II. 
 Mrs. Jennie Johnson. 
 
A LIGHT DIVINE. 
 
 Upward ever to the goal 
 
 Beaching ever to the light 
 
 Of Superstition, to the day 
 
 The clouds of error that so long 
 
 And doubt and darkness and deceit 
 
 These are the thorns along by path, 
 
 And wounded, bleeding, oft I go 
 
 Without one ray of light to gleam 
 
 To lift me from dark despair 
 
 But now o'er darkened earth doth shine 
 
 That sweeps away old musty lore 
 
 Of truth and justice, love and peace, 
 
 From fetters that have bound me strong, 
 
 Hath led my feet so oft astray, 
 
 And I have blindly groped my way, 
 
 For light to guide me, other than 
 
 And naught hath been my teachings here 
 
 Until this dispensation new, 
 
 Hath brought me lessons pure and sweet 
 
 Brought from the angel world in love 
 
 And I have tasted of the bread. 
 
 No more in darkness shall I walk. 
 
 With my dear loved ones gone before, 
 
 And when I climb the golden stair 
 
 To fold me in a loved embrace. 
 
 On me the mantle hath been spread, 
 
 And angel hands my pathway blest. 
 
 That rest — that truthfulness of soul 
 
 Mine is the mission here to teach 
 
 To point the erring to the light 
 
 And blessings shall my footsteps tend 
 
 angel friends that look on me, — 
 
 1 thank thee for the Light Divine 
 I rest my longing, waiting soul 
 And grant to dear ones now above 
 Well I know I'll meet at the door 
 For all of love is surely mine 
 
 I know that law I cannot change 
 And yet I pray with all my might 
 To grasp the truth that knows no fear, 
 To seek that peace that is in store 
 To feel that love that Jesus knew — 
 I know that death's an open door — 
 That life eternal shall be mine, — 
 
 (63) 
 
 tends my soul; 
 through darkened night 
 that breaks away 
 hath brought me wrong 
 that trips my feet; 
 my walk of earth, 
 in grief and woe, 
 with cheering beam, 
 to hopes more fair. 
 A Light Divine, 
 and opes the door 
 which brings release 
 hath held me long, 
 shut out the day, 
 nor sought to pray 
 the older pen, 
 but doubt and fear, 
 so good and true, 
 for angels meat — 
 my soul to move, 
 been angel fed. 
 but I shall talk 
 beyond death's shore; 
 they will be there 
 close, face to face, 
 the light been shed, 
 hath brought me rest — 
 that makes me whole; 
 the soul to reach; 
 of truth and right, 
 until life's end . 
 thy light I see. 
 that now is mine, 
 on Thee, the Whole; 
 all of my love, 
 my loved once more; 
 by law Divine, 
 within my range, 
 for greater light 
 from year to year; 
 forever more; 
 it is my due. 
 I ask no more; 
 A Light Divine. 
 
A WELCOME TO SPRING. 
 
 We welcome thee back, we welcome thee here, 
 For long thou hast stayed pursuing thy 
 chase ; 
 Roaming the tropics and viewing the place. 
 
 The place thou hast left, yes left for a year. 
 
 We think thou art here, the snow-drops in 
 bloom 
 Thy presence is here to brighten the gloom. 
 
 We welcome thee back, we hail thee with 
 cheer, 
 Thy coming weVe watched and wished for 
 the time; 
 Thy welcome we sing and place it in 
 rhyme, 
 Old winter has gone, no cold need you fear. 
 
 We see thou art here, each bud and each tree 
 Have swelled up their bosoms a welcoming 
 thee. 
 
 O hasten thy coming, hasten the flowers. 
 Hasten thy voyage, Oh, do not delay, 
 But come with sunshine and pleasure today. 
 
 And chase from our spirits these sorrows 
 of ours. 
 
 We feel thou art here, our spirits are light, 
 And join in the song to welcome the sight. 
 
 (64) 
 
O come with thy song, come bring us glad 
 cheer, 
 Thou art the emblem of life, we will sing 
 Glory to thee beautiful, beautiful spring 
 
 A gift from above by the great Overseer. 
 
 We hear thou hast come, the birds on the 
 
 wing 
 Are twitting and trilling their pleasure to 
 
 sing. 
 
 Thou giver of life, we'll join you today; 
 Souls have awakened, thy sunshine is here, 
 Thy life giving force hath no crowning 
 pier; 
 
 Nature will sing with thy life cheering lay. 
 
 We know thou art here, God's promise is true. 
 We hasten to give a welcome to you. 
 
 NOTHING AND SOMETHING. 
 
 It's Nothing to me the beauty said 
 
 With a careless toss of her pretty head, 
 
 The man is weak who can't refrain 
 
 From the cup you say is fraught with pain; 
 
 It was Something to her in after years 
 
 When her eyes were drenched with burn- 
 ing tears 
 
 And her heart was filled with grief and 
 dread 
 
 As she startled to hear a staggering tread. 
 
 (65) 
 
It is Nothing to me the mother said 
 I have no fear that my boy will tread 
 The downward path of sin and shame, 
 And crush my heart and darken his name; 
 It was Something to her when that only 
 son 
 
 From the path of right was early won, 
 And madly cast in the flowing bowl 
 A mind, body and sin-wrecked soul. 
 
 It is Nothing to me the voter said 
 The party loss is my greatest dread, 
 Then gave his vote for the liquor trade 
 Though hearts were crushed which drunk- 
 ards made ; 
 It was Something to him in after life 
 When his only daughter was a drunkard's 
 wife 
 
 And her hungry children cried for breaa 
 And trembled to hear their father's tread. 
 
 It was Nothing to me the merchant said 
 As over the ledger he bent his head, 
 I'm busy today with tare and tret 
 I have no time to fume and fret; 
 
 It was Something to him when, over the 
 wire, 
 
 A message came from a funeral pyre, 
 A drunken conductor had wrecked a train 
 And his wife and child were among the 
 slain. 
 
 It is Nothing to us who idly sleep 
 
 While the cohorts of death their vigils keep 
 
 To gather the young and thoughtless in 
 
 (66) 
 
And grind in our midst a grist of sin; 
 It is Something yes, for all in this land 
 To work by faith in a Temperance band 
 And drive from our home, God has given, 
 The tempting cup so cursed in heaven. 
 
 It is Nothing to me did I hear you say. 
 When thousands of souls are led astray 
 So my son and my daughter are left 
 And my mother's heart is not bereft? 
 But it's Something to them who lie 
 In a drunkard's grave where souls ne'er die 
 But they dread, and v/ait and hunger and 
 thirst 
 
 But surely must hear at last "Depart ye 
 cursed." 
 
 SINCE LOVE AND ME ARE ONE. 
 
 The plant seems fresher, finer. 
 
 The leaves more even on the stem.. 
 The flowers brighter, gayer, 
 
 Than once I looked at them. 
 The grass is greener, softer, 
 
 More beautiful to see. 
 The tree looms higher, taller, 
 
 Than once it seemed to me : 
 Since love and me are one. 
 
 The lake is deeper, clearer, 
 
 The bank seems ever near. 
 The ocean roars fainter, milder. 
 
 The water's growing clear. 
 The bird trills, sweeter, dearer, 
 
 (67) 
 
As he flits from bough to bough, 
 The lark soars farther, higher. 
 It's music to me now 
 
 Since love and me are one. 
 
 The wind sighs gentler, softer. 
 
 As it whistles through the air, 
 The sun shines warmer, grander, 
 
 And nothing seems so dead 
 Since love and me are one. 
 The storm grows calmer, stiller. 
 
 With cadence everywhere; 
 The rain comes freer, fuller. 
 
 The grain lifts up its head, 
 
 My father's gentler, kinder, 
 
 I fain would seek his knee. 
 My mother's sweeter, fairer, 
 
 And dearer now to me. 
 My wife seems grander, better, 
 
 Much closer than before. 
 My babe laughs sweeter, clearer, 
 
 A toddling round the floor. 
 Since love and me are one. 
 
 My soul leaps higher, higher, 
 
 Its bounds I cannot see. 
 My life is brighter, purer. 
 
 Than e're before, to me. 
 My God is better, kinder. 
 
 Much closer, seems to me. 
 And I grow nearer, nearer, 
 
 Nearer my God to Thee; 
 
 Since love and me are one. 
 
 (6S) 
 
CONSOLATION. 
 
 Written to Harrison D. Barrett when h» 
 was overwhelmed with sorrow, grief and 
 despair. 
 Art thou weary my brother of earth's bitter 
 
 life, 
 Its cares, its conflicts, its battles, its strife? 
 Art weary of wanderings o'er earth's dreary 
 
 wild? 
 In cloud, or in sunshine, a tempest-tossed 
 
 child; 
 Weary of forming a friendship today 
 That tomorrow is severed, peradventure for 
 
 aye? 
 Weary of praise? — oft a falsified sound- 
 Seeking the rest, which, alas ! few have found? 
 
 Art thou weary my brother? sighs thy spirit 
 for rest? 
 
 Have thorns pierced thy brow, tares entered 
 thy breast? 
 
 Does sickenss and sorrow attend thy path- 
 way? 
 
 Does clouds thick with darkness obscure the 
 clear day? 
 
 Weary of strugling the band to set free? 
 
 The clank of whose chains sound from over 
 the sea; 
 
 Weary of pointing the tempest tossed soul 
 
 To a haven of rest, an anchoring goal. 
 
 Art weary? ah, no! thy spirit is strong 
 To grapple in might, with foes in the wrong, 
 
 (69) 
 
The demon of ignorance hurl from his 
 
 throne 
 While Justice and honor claim thee as their 
 
 own. 
 Thy soul shall march on the ascending line; 
 Truth, wisdom and mercy shall meet at thy 
 
 shrine, 
 Until thy dear loved ones shall lean on thy 
 
 breast, 
 And angels shall call "Brother, come to thy 
 
 rest." 
 
 Finished after his Resurrection. 
 
 Thou art resting, dear brother, in that higher 
 
 life 
 Where care, sorrow, envy, malice nor strife 
 Can enter the soul that's fought a brave fight 
 Battling for Truth, Justice, honor and right. 
 Go, on, thou bravest and grandest of souls 
 Earth holds no place for you; the angel 
 
 unfolds 
 His beautiful wings and whispers "Well 
 
 done. 
 And thou shalt shine on as long as the sun." 
 Yes, thou art blessed the great giver above 
 Hast known of thy deeds, encomposed with 
 
 love; 
 Thy true soul was ever battling the wrong; 
 Thy body was weak, but thy soul e'er strong ; 
 Thou gavest thy body, thy soul to the Cause 
 And fought for its freedom from man's 
 
 cursed laws, 
 I pray for thy rest, while we reap the gram 
 Sown by thy words. Rest now free from 
 
 pain. 
 
 (70) 
 
A WARNING. 
 
 They told me not to love you, 
 
 They said that you would prove 
 Unworthy o£ so rich a gem 
 
 As woman's lasting love; 
 But I believed them not, ah no ! 
 
 I knew it could not be. 
 That one so false as they thought you, 
 
 Could be so dear to me. 
 
 They told me to discard you; 
 
 Yet I could not cease to love; 
 You were so much like him 
 
 In angel lands above ; 
 He left me here on heartless earth. 
 
 In solitude to roam; 
 His memory clings around my soul 
 
 In this, my lonely home. 
 
 He dwells in heaven, now, while I 
 
 Am doomed to dwell on this cold earth. 
 Oh, how my sad soul longs to break 
 
 Away and wander forth. 
 From star to star it course would be, 
 
 Unresting it would go, 
 *Till we united are, above 
 
 Who severed were below. 
 
 They told me not to love you; 
 
 They said you were untrue, 
 And bade me have a care, lest I 
 
 Should do what I might rue. 
 I scorned their kindly warnings; 
 
I could not think that you 
 Concealed beneath so fair a brow 
 A soul, unjust, untrue. 
 
 They told me to discard you; 
 
 They said you meant me ill ; 
 They darkly spoke of friends who lure 
 
 And smile, and kiss, and kill. 
 I, all unheeding, heard them, for 
 
 I knew it could not be, 
 That one so false as they thought you 
 
 Could be so dear to me. 
 
 I LIVE NOT IN VAIN. 
 
 If I have but lifted one burden of woe 
 From the sad, aching heart of another, 
 
 If by my efforts and labors below 
 
 Have bestowed on a poor needy brother, 
 
 That which relieved him from sorrow and 
 pain, 
 
 I hold that my life has not been in vain. 
 
 If one ray of light from my soul has been 
 shed 
 
 To brighten the lone path of the weary; 
 If one hungry soul, only, by me has been fed, 
 
 And its sad soul in life made less dreary,— 
 Then I am content *mid sunshine or rain 
 To toil, for 1*11 know I live not in vain. 
 
 If by look, word or deed, in kindness 
 bestowed, 
 I have kept from the pit man or woman, 
 
 (72) 
 
And led them away from destruction's broad 
 road 
 Into paths that would make them more 
 human, 
 Though little the merit and small the gain, 
 I will feel my life has not been in vain. 
 
 Has a sigh or a tear by me been dispelled. 
 And a sweet smile of peace been created '? 
 
 Has the darkness or error I have beheld 
 Been by truth promptly met and defeated? 
 
 Then let me rejoice and sing the refrain, 
 
 I am not living here wholly in vain. 
 
 Have I eased the pain that was racking the 
 frame 
 
 Of a suffering sister or brother? 
 Have I proven the fact of life after death 
 
 And comforted the soul of a mother? 
 Sing, my soul, with rapture again, again, 
 I know that my life has not ben in vain. 
 
 I AM WEARY. 
 
 Yes, I'm weary, oh so weary. 
 Weary working night and day; 
 
 And for me there comes no comfort 
 While within this life I stay. 
 
 Yes, I'm weary, surely weary 
 
 Of the jangling and the strife 
 Yes, I'm weary, oh so weary 
 
 Battling with this earthly life. 
 
 (73) 
 
I am weary hearing, seeing 
 All the poor around my door, 
 
 Kneeling, praying, for bread to eat, 
 While the rich man has full store. 
 
 Yes, I*m weary, think ye I'm not? 
 
 When my soul does see the law 
 Begrimed, besmirged. I want to see 
 
 Justice dealt without a flaw. 
 
 I am weary, when I'm thinking 
 Of the Judgment that's in sight, 
 
 When your soul that renders justice 
 On this earth, is put to flight. 
 
 I am weary of the rulers 
 
 Crushing down the honest man ; 
 Making laws that grind the woman; 
 
 Yes, it's "God's eternal plan". 
 
 I am weary of the warring 
 For the moneyed of the land; 
 
 For the killing of the youthful 
 To establish all the grand. 
 
 I am weary of the clamor 
 
 In this world for pelf; 
 Killing, crushing, stealing, grafting, 
 
 With never a thought of self. 
 
 I am weary, weary hearing 
 Of the fallen state of man ; 
 
 When the history, in truth, declares 
 Progress in the eternal plan. 
 
 I am weary of the preacher 
 Telling of an endless hell 
 
 (74) 
 
God has prepared for thinking men; 
 And where sinless infants dwell. 
 
 I am weary of the praying 
 
 To a far off God above, 
 Whose distant ears can never hear 
 
 Pleadings of a mother's love. 
 
 I am weary, yes, I*m weary 
 Of the sorrow and the pain, 
 
 When true love could banish either. 
 Never more to come again. 
 
 1*11 be weary, no, no, never. 
 
 When each soul shall find true life- 
 (Hidden now within the portals,) 
 
 Living, loving, free from strife. 
 
 I'm not weary that now I see 
 Souls awakening unto right; 
 
 Pushing forward mighty forces; 
 Telling love is full of might. 
 
 I'm not weary now, I'm living 
 In that blessed brotherhood. 
 
 Where each soul's service rendered 
 Pushes forward all for good. 
 
 I'm not weary for I'm loving; 
 
 All of life to me is given; 
 And I'm trusting, knowing true love 
 
 Will make this earth a heaven. 
 
 I'm not weary, now I'm nearing 
 
 The portals to the land 
 Where I'll meet my darling loved ones 
 
 On the fairer, golden strand. 
 
 (75) 
 
O. K. 
 
 I read my poems to a friend, 
 
 One sunny, shiny day; 
 He sweetly smiled and quickly said, 
 
 "Mrs. J., they're all O. K." 
 
 I showed some very fancy things, 
 
 I thought would surely pay ; 
 She cast a fleeting glance at them 
 
 Then said, "They're all O. K." 
 
 I saw some very lucious fruit 
 
 Beside a fancy lady, gay; 
 I asked about their qualities 
 
 She smiled "They're all O. K." 
 
 I met a little girlish friend 
 That looked so neat and gay; 
 
 I asked her about a certain gent; 
 She blushed "He's all O. K." 
 
 I asked a little romping lad, 
 
 A riding on his sleigh, 
 If sleds were made of best of stuff; 
 
 "Yes, yes, they're all O. K." 
 
 I watched some girls that finely danced; 
 
 They looked so sweet and gay; 
 A gent that stood along my side 
 
 Nodded "They're all O. K." 
 
 I purchased at a ten cent store; 
 
 'Twas very small, I say; 
 The clerk then wrapped it up 
 
 And grinned "It's all O. K." 
 
 (76) 
 
I bought a bank of watered stock ; 
 
 ('Twas out upon the bay;) 
 The agent swore 'twas all pure stuff 
 
 And said "It's all O. K." 
 
 I questioned all I chanced to meet, 
 
 To hear what they would say ; 
 The answer always came the same; 
 Sure, sure, "They're all O. K." 
 
 I asked a friend, "What is O. K.?" 
 
 To obtain a tilter. 
 He answered with a twinkling eye, 
 
 "O. K. is *Out of Kilter'." 
 
 THE ANGEL PICTURE. 
 
 The dear old halls of college 
 
 I am going to leave today; 
 The busy wheels of the car train 
 
 Will soon bear me far away. 
 Within the walls of my mem'ry 
 
 Are scenes I will ever retain; 
 They flit through my mind in pictures 
 
 Over and over again. 
 
 I went into school with strangers. 
 
 And I plodded my way along; 
 But ere my school days were ended 
 
 We were friends so good and strong. 
 Of all that clings to my memory. 
 
 Of scenes in the old college halls, 
 The dearest are those grand pictures 
 
 That hung on the college walls. 
 
 (77) 
 
Guarding the rights of the college 
 
 With his eye on them all below, 
 O'er the stage the wing spread eagle, 
 
 Is gently swaying to and fro. 
 In honor of Gen'ral Garfield, 
 
 A picture (most nobly designed), 
 Is placed in a frame of walnut. 
 
 It is a hero resigned. 
 
 But never in all my rambling 
 
 Have I seen a drawing more grand, 
 Than that little "angel picture" 
 
 With its cheek on its dimpled hand. 
 Its dark bright eye is cast upward. 
 
 Behind it a vapory shroud; 
 Its cheek is touched by its fingers 
 
 While its elbow rests on a cloud. 
 
 The clouds are above, below it. 
 
 Yes floating in columns and rings; 
 Slowly it fans the dark vapor 
 
 With its beautiful snow white wings. 
 The ringlets of curls that encircle 
 
 The face so beautiful and fair. 
 Gives to the entranced beholder 
 
 A glimpse of the "home over there". 
 
 I think if a gleam of sunshine 
 
 Should fall on its beautiful face, 
 'Twould not be so grand and lovely 
 
 As that in the clouds that I trace. 
 There's beauty in that expression ; 
 
 There's something so charming and grand. 
 That when I gaze on its features 
 
 I lose my own self command. 
 
 (78) 
 
Ever again I have wondered 
 
 Why I fall in a trance of delight, 
 When I come into its presence 
 
 My senses are lost in my sight. 
 I've sat for hours in the schoolroom 
 
 And gazed on that beautiful face; 
 Purity, sweetness, and goodness. 
 
 Where all I could picture or trace. 
 
 I shall see grander galleries; 
 
 I shall frequent another hall ; 
 I shall hear another school bell 
 
 That's sounding its morning call. 
 Where e'er I go I'll remember 
 
 The face (the most charming of all,) 
 Of that little "angel picture" 
 
 Which hangs on the college wall. 
 
 THE BEYOND. 
 
 It seemeth but a little way to me, 
 
 Across that strange country. The Beyond; 
 
 And yet not strange, for it is now to me 
 The home of those of whom I am so fond 
 
 They make it seem familiar, and most dear 
 
 As far off friends bring distant countries 
 near. 
 
 So close it is, that when my sight is clear, 
 I see the brightly gleaming strand; 
 
 And feel that those who've gone before, 
 Come near enough to touch my hand; 
 
 I often think but for our darkened eyes, 
 
 We would find that heaven around us lies. 
 
 (79) 
 
I do not make it seem a day of dread, 
 When from this earth I journey out 
 
 To that dearer country of the dead, 
 
 And join the loved ones, dreamed about, 
 
 I love this world ; but I shall want to go, 
 
 And meet the loved that wait for me I know. 
 
 I never stand around a bier and see 
 
 The look of death on some well loved face, 
 
 But it comes to me, one more to welcome me 
 When I shall cross the intervening space 
 
 Between this land and the other, over there — 
 
 One more to make that distant home more fair. 
 
 And so to me there is no sting to death ; 
 
 And so the grave has lost its victory; 
 It is but moving with abated breath. 
 
 And closed lips, across a strip of sea. 
 To find the loved ones waiting on the shore, 
 More beautiful, morelovely than before. 
 
 Yet I shall stay and work my life end out. 
 To do the good the Master taught us how; 
 I fear no foe, my foes are not without; 
 
 I do my very best and do it now; 
 The light has come, the awakened soul shall 
 rise 
 
 And meet the loved ones beyond the azure 
 skies. 
 
 I weep no more, my tears have ceased to flow 
 Since life and death are doubly dear to me; 
 
 What can I wish for more, I love to know 
 That he and she have never ceased to be; 
 
 This land a footstool is; in that fairer place 
 
 We'll meet our loved ones face to face. 
 
 (80) 
 
VOICES FROM THE SPIRIT LAND 
 In the silence of the midnight, 
 
 When the cares of day are o'er 
 In my soul I hear the voices 
 
 Of the loved ones gone before; 
 Hear their words of comfort whispering 
 
 That they'll watch on every hand 
 And I love, I love to list to 
 
 Voices from the Spirit Land. 
 
 In my wanderings oft there cometh 
 
 Sudden stillness in my soul. 
 When around, above, within it, 
 
 Rapturous joys unnumbered roll; 
 Though around me all is tumult 
 
 Noise and strife on every hand; 
 Yet, within my soul, I list to 
 
 Voices from the Spirit Land. 
 
 Loved ones that have gone before us 
 
 Whisper words of peace and joy; 
 Those that long since have departed 
 
 Tell us their divine employ 
 Is to watch and guard our footsteps; 
 
 Oh ! it is an angel band ; 
 And my soul is cheered in hearing 
 
 Voices from the Spirit Land. 
 
 I shall cross the flowing river 
 
 In some near but future day; 
 I shall meet my waiting loved ones 
 
 Standing near the open way; 
 When the pearly gates swing open 
 
 They will grasp me by the hand; 
 Then my soul will linger near 
 
 Voices in the Spirit Land. 
 (81) 
 
THE NEW CHURCH DOCTRINE. 
 
 There's come a sing'lar doctrine, Sue, 
 
 Into our church today; 
 These cur'us words is what the new 
 
 Young preacher had to say: 
 That literal everlastin' fire 
 
 Was mostly in our eye; 
 That sinners dead, if they desire, 
 
 Can get another try; 
 He doubted if a warmer clime 
 
 Than this world could be proved ; 
 The little snip — I fear sometime 
 
 He'll get his doubts removed. 
 
 I've watched my duty, straight an' true 
 
 An' tried to do it well; 
 Part of time kept heaven in view, 
 
 An' part steered clear of hell. 
 An' now half of this work is naught. 
 
 If I must list to him. 
 An' this 'ere devil I have fought 
 
 Was only just a whim; 
 Vain are the dangers I have braved, 
 
 The sacrifice they cost; 
 For what fun is it to be saved 
 
 If no one else is lost? 
 
 Just think! — Suppose when once I view 
 The heaven I've tried to win, 
 
 A lot of unsaved sinners, too, 
 Comes walkin' grandly in! 
 
 An' acts to home, same as if they 
 Had read their titles clear, 
 
 An' looks at me as if to say 
 
 (82) 
 
"We're glad to see you here!" 
 As if to say "While you have been 
 
 So fast to toe the mark, 
 We waited till it rained, an* then 
 
 Got tickets for the ark !" 
 
 Yet there would be some in that crowd 
 
 I'd rather like to see ; 
 My poor boy Jack — it must be 'lowed 
 
 There was no one worse than he! 
 I've always felt somewhat to blame 
 
 In several different ways, 
 That he lay down on thorns o' shame 
 
 To end his boyhood days; 
 An' I'd be willin' to endure 
 
 If that the Lord thought best, 
 A minute's quite hot temperature 
 
 To clasp him to my breast. 
 
 Old Captain Barnes was evil's son — 
 
 With heterodoxy crammed; 
 I used to think he'd be the one 
 
 If any one was damned; 
 Still, when I saw a lot o' poor, 
 
 That he had clothed an' fed, 
 Cry desolately round his door 
 
 As soon as he was dead. 
 There came a thought beyond control. 
 
 That, in some neutral land, 
 I'd like to meet that scorched up soul, 
 
 An' shake it by the hand. 
 
 Poor Jennie Willis, with a cry 
 Of hopeless, sad distress, 
 
 (83) 
 
Sank sudden down, one night, to die, 
 
 All in her ball-room dress ; 
 She had a precious little while 
 
 To pack up an' away; 
 She even left her sweet, good smile — 
 
 'Twas on the face next day ; 
 Her soul went off unclothed by even 
 
 One stitch of saving grace; 
 How could she hope to go to heaven, 
 
 An' start from such a place? 
 
 But once, when I lay sick an' weak 
 
 She came, and begged to stay; 
 She kisesd my faded, wrinkled cheek — 
 
 She soothed my pain away; 
 She brought me sweet bouquets of flowers 
 
 As fresh as her young heart — 
 Through many long an' tedious hours 
 
 She played a Christian's part; 
 An' 'ere I long will stand aroun' 
 
 The singin' saints among, 
 I'll try to take some water down 
 
 To cool poor Jennie's tongue. 
 
 But tears can never quench my creed, 
 
 Nor smooth God's righteous frown, 
 Though all the preachers learn to read 
 
 Their Bibles upside down, 
 I'll hold mine right side up with care 
 
 To shield my eyes from sin. 
 An' coax the Lord, with daily prayer. 
 
 To call poor wanders in; 
 But if the sinners won't draw nigh, 
 
 An' take salvation's plan, 
 
 (84) 
 
I'll have to stand an' see 'em try 
 To dodge hell if they can. 
 
 —Will Carlton, 
 
 (Written after reading the above.) 
 AFTER THE CHANGE. 
 
 I searched my Bible through an' through 
 
 And read most every word, 
 I did not find, I could not see 
 
 Where God had ever erred. 
 So now I think that he is just, 
 
 That he will do his best; 
 That every soul that he creates 
 
 Will be for aye at rest ; 
 And now, that I my soul have changed, 
 
 I'll fear no more man's hell. 
 But talk of Love, pure love. 
 
 Its cleansing power I'll tell. 
 
 And now I think if God did make 
 
 Such boys as Jack, poor Jack, 
 With souls so good. He'll do his best 
 
 And some day take it back ; 
 I cannot think that Captain Barnes, 
 
 And all the good he did. 
 Must be forever burning up 
 
 In fiery coals or on the lid. 
 Poor Jennie, too, — I can't forget, 
 
 A messenger of love. 
 And surely God, who knows her best, 
 
 Will take her soul above. 
 
 (85) 
 
And when I leave this mortal frame 
 
 And soar to realms of bliss, 
 I hope to meet with some dear souls 
 
 Whose loving hands I miss. 
 I will not ask what was their creed 
 
 But take them to my heart ; 
 I feel, I know, that each will do 
 
 And act the better part. 
 Some pass beyond from hall, some church, 
 
 But oh the soul will tell; 
 God made us all, God made us good, 
 
 "He doeth all things well." 
 
 I'm now at rest, no more I strive 
 
 To shun that burning hell; 
 I spend my time in rising higher 
 
 And oh, I'm doing well ; 
 Now God, I know, no Jove to fear, 
 
 But truth, and love and good; 
 I see my brother here in man, 
 
 Our Father is my God. 
 I cannot tell how free I am 
 
 In love. No hellish fire, 
 No Satan stands to drag me in, 
 
 No great Jehovah's ire. 
 
 Thanks, thanks to thee, Divinest One, 
 
 I'll set the captive free, 
 I'll teach of Love from man to man. 
 
 And all that love from Thee. 
 I'll tell that truth, and truth alone. 
 
 Can set God's children free. 
 I'll tell of love, pure love alone 
 
 (86) 
 
Throughout eternity. 
 No God of mine made creeds or rules, 
 
 To judge the creature man ; 
 The soul looks up and ever strives 
 
 To do the best it can. 
 
 For shame, for ages man has fought 
 
 To steer his soul from hell ; 
 But now he knows that hell's within. 
 
 The place where heaven doth dwell, 
 That if within pure love is found. 
 
 No hell can enter there; 
 That right is might, that God's within. 
 
 And loves as free as air. 
 If man to man will truer be. 
 
 Than e'er before since birth ; 
 Old hell will freeze, and man will rise 
 
 And be in Heaven on earth. 
 
 ADDRESS BY SCIENTIFIC CLASS 1862. 
 S. I. N. & S. I. 
 
 To Friends. 
 
 Tonight we part to meet no more 
 On this side of the Golden Shore; 
 Our souls are sad, O ask not why! 
 And teardrops on our lashes lie. 
 We think of times that now are past 
 And o'er our souls a shadow's cast; 
 The future comes and asks of me, 
 "O where will each one ever be?" 
 Oh ! do not ask us if we're glad 
 
 (87) 
 
When every soul is very sad 
 Our teachers stand beside us here 
 And to our souls they'll e're be dear. 
 They've toiled and worked both day and 
 night ; 
 
 We know their worth; and think it right 
 To give to each a parting word; 
 They ne'er before our thoughts have heard. 
 
 To Prof. Conrad. 
 
 You have taught your classes well; 
 
 Your soul was in each thought you'd tell; 
 
 You've labored hard; our thanks accept; 
 
 But we have much our souls regret; 
 
 To think that we have often shunned 
 
 What thou hast told us should be done. 
 
 And yet you nobly toiled, that One, 
 
 To say the least, might say "Well done." 
 
 To Prof. Strite. 
 
 Professor Strite, we say to you 
 Thou hast done thy duty, too, 
 Which seemed a pleasure unto thee, 
 For which we'll try to thankful be. 
 Thy cheerful spirit oft has made 
 Our souls grew sad; we'd disobeyed; 
 And yet thy actions, well controlled, 
 Showed forth the spirit of thy soul. 
 
 To Prof. Longwell. 
 
 And now to you we come at last; 
 We'll ne'e forget the time we've past 
 In listening to the lessons taught 
 
 (88) 
 
By you, whose mind is ever fraught 
 With thoughts that give us life and heart 
 To choose on earth that better part. 
 And may thy work that's now begun 
 Go on, 'till God shall call thee home. 
 
 ANGEL'S DISCIPLINE. 
 
 O, thou holy Heaven above us ! 
 O, ye angel hosts who love us! 
 Ye alone know how to prove us 
 
 By the discipline of life — 
 That we faint not in endeavor, 
 But with cheerful courage ever 
 
 Rise victorious in the strife. 
 
 O, my sister ! O, My brother ! 
 I was once a mortal mother; 
 One sweet blossom and no other 
 
 Bloomed upon the household tree, 
 Very fragile, very tender, 
 Very beautiful and slender — 
 
 He was dear as life to me. 
 
 All the spring time's fresh unfolding, 
 All of Art's requisite moulding. 
 All that thrills one in beholding, 
 
 Centered in that fair young face; 
 While an angel tempered gladness, 
 Almost blending into saddness, 
 
 Filled him with a nameless grace. 
 
 And I loved him without measure; 
 O, a ceaseless fount of pleasure 
 Found I in that little treasure ! 
 
 (89) 
 
And my soul grew good and great. 
 As I thanked the God of heaven 
 That this precious one was given 
 
 Thus to cheer my low estate. 
 
 But with all my prayers ascending, 
 I could hear a low voice blending, 
 Like some benison descending, 
 
 Saying, "Place thy hopes above; 
 For the test of all affection 
 Is the full and free rejection 
 
 Of all selfishness in love." 
 
 Spring time came with genial showers. 
 Bursting buds and opening flowers, 
 Singing birds and sunny hours, 
 
 Filling heaven and earth with light. 
 But the summer — fair deceiver! — 
 Came with pestilence and fever. 
 
 Came my little bud to blight. 
 
 O'er my threshold silent stealing. 
 Chilling every sense and feling. 
 All the fount of grief unsealing. 
 
 Came the great white angel, Death; 
 And my flower upon my bosom 
 Withered like an early blossom 
 
 Stricken by the North wind's breath. 
 
 And I saw him weakly lying. 
 Heard his parched lips sighing. 
 Knew that he was dying — dying! 
 
 And my love was vain to save ! 
 All my wild impassioned pleading, 
 All my fervent interceeding. 
 
 Could not triumph o'er the grave. 
 
 (90) 
 
Then I felt a sad foreboding, 
 All my soul to anguish goading; 
 All my inward peace corroding; 
 
 And my rebel soul begun, 
 Crying wildly that I would not 
 Yield my precious one — I could not 
 
 Say, "Thy will, not mine, be done.'* 
 
 Vainly did I crave permission 
 That my anxious tearful vision 
 Might behold the land Elysian — 
 
 Forth into the unknown dark. 
 On that broad, mysterious river, 
 Did the hand of God, the giver, 
 
 Launch that little fragile bark. 
 
 Then my brain grew wild to madness, 
 Changing to a sullen sadness, 
 Tempered by no ray of gladness ; 
 
 And I cursed the God above. 
 That, with Heaven all full of angels, 
 Sending forth their glad evangels. 
 
 He should take my little dove. 
 
 Then my eyelids knew no sleeping; 
 Once my midnight watch while keeping,- 
 I had wept beyond all weeping — 
 
 Suddenly there seemed to fall 
 From my spiritual being. 
 From my inward sense of seeing. 
 
 Scales as from the eyes of Paul. 
 
 Heavenly gales were round me playing. 
 Angel hands my soul were staying, 
 And I heard a clear voice saying, 
 
 (91) 
 
"Come up hither — come and see — 
 O, thou sorrow stricken mother! 
 Unto thee, as to none other, 
 
 Heaven unfolds her mystery." 
 
 God's own spirit seemed to move me, 
 All the Heaven grew bright above me, 
 All the angels seemed to love me — 
 
 Waved their white hands as they smiled; 
 And one, fair as summer moonlight, 
 Crowned with starry gems of midnight. 
 
 Brought to me my angel child. 
 
 Like a flower in sunshine blowing, 
 Cheeks and lips and eyes were glowing, 
 I could see that he was growing 
 
 Fairer than the things of earth. 
 "Thou mayest take him," said the spirit, 
 "Back to earth, there to inherit 
 
 All the woes of mortal birth." 
 
 I had heed of no advising; 
 In divinest strength arising, — 
 All my selfishness despising — 
 
 "Nay," I cried, "Now first I know 
 What it is to be a mother. 
 To give being to another 
 
 Living soul for joy or woe. 
 
 "Keep him in these heavenly places, 
 Fold him in your pure embraces, 
 Teach him the divinest graces, 
 
 I return to earth again; 
 Not to sit and weep supinely 
 But to live and love divinely." 
 
 And the angels said "Amen!" 
 
 (92) 
 
O, thou holy Heaven above us! - 
 O, ye angel hosts that love us! 
 Ye alone know how to prove us, 
 
 By the discipline of life — 
 That we faint not in endeavor, 
 But with cheerful courage ever 
 
 Rise victorious in the strife. 
 
 A NECESSARY REMEDY. 
 
 When we are weak and sore in mind; 
 With racking pain, we surely find ; 
 When headache with its fiery dart 
 Pierces anew each throbbing part; 
 When chills come creeping o'er 
 And thus benumb each active pore; 
 When fever burns our tortured brow, 
 Oh, what will cure the sufferer now? 
 We vainly ask! 
 
 Then quickly for the "doctor" haste. 
 Who gives us powders, pills and paste 
 With strange effect — no time to waste — 
 We swallow down the horrid taste. 
 No doubt he does the best he can 
 Thus to relieve his fellow man; 
 But useless — strange it is to say — , 
 Our efforts all — for day by day 
 The patient fails. 
 
 But I've a medicine for all, 
 A secret 'tis, a word so small 
 You'd scarce believe it, if you heard 
 The magic power its use has stirred; 
 
 (93) 
 
'Twill cure all ills — of every kind, 
 Of body, spirit, soul or mind ; 
 And costs us nothing if we will 
 With wise judicious skill instill 
 Its potent power. 
 
 It is not always to be found 
 Ready for use, yet will abound 
 Somewhere upon congenial soil ; 
 And none have gathered of its spoil, 
 But there exists enough for all 
 Whether in cottage, hut or hall; 
 If used by gentle, careful hand 
 Earth would become a fairer land; 
 The cure is Love. 
 
 Moral. 
 
 Many now sleeping in the grave 
 Had lived, if we had tried to save 
 By love alone. 
 
 BEAUTIFUL WATER. 
 
 Shall we drink the cup of sorrow? 
 Shall we gather pain or woe ; 
 Blast the pleasures of the morrow; 
 Scatter grief where e*er we go? 
 
 Cho. 
 
 No ; we'll drink the crystal water. 
 The beautiful, the beautiful water ; 
 Freely drink the crystal water. 
 That flows from the cooling spring. 
 
 (94) 
 
Cho. 
 
 Shall we falter when temptation 
 Meets us ever in the strife, 
 With its witching invitation, 
 Leading from the founts of life? 
 
 Cho. 
 Though dear friends around thee gather 
 To entice thy feet to stray, 
 Still resists each fond endeavor. 
 Singing in thy chosen way. 
 
 COME, SPIRITS, COME. 
 Set to music in "Songs for the Soul." 
 
 When our burden's hard to carry, 
 
 Come, spirits, come. 
 Come the quicker, never tarry, 
 
 Come, spirits, come. 
 Cho. 
 
 Come grasp our hands the tighter 
 
 Come, spirits, come, 
 Coming makes our burdens lighter 
 Come, spirits, come. 
 
 Cho. 
 
 Angels call, 'tis self denying, 
 
 Come, spirits, come. 
 Half the battle lies in trying. 
 
 Come, spirits, come. 
 
 Cho. 
 
 When our evil seems the strongest. 
 
 Come, spirits, come. 
 Come the quickest, stay the longest. 
 
 Come, spirits, come. 
 
 (95) 
 
Cho. 
 
 When our soul and body sever, 
 
 Come, spirits, come. 
 Come, O come, and leave us never. 
 
 Come, spirits, come. 
 Cho. 
 
 DEDICATION POEM. 
 Tune--"America." 
 God bless our Union band. 
 Firm may she ever stand 
 
 For freedom's cause. 
 Soon may her power be known. 
 From slave to might throne ; 
 Power to save, by vote alone. 
 From unjust laws. 
 
 God grant the day may come 
 When we can sing "sweet home" 
 
 Without a tear; 
 When laboring hand in hand 
 We'll sing "God bless our land, 
 Long may she ever stand 
 
 And feel no fear." 
 
 May we our rights obtain. 
 Without of blood a stain 
 
 To mar the heart; 
 And in our noble fight. 
 Pray God to lend us light. 
 That we may do aright. 
 
 In every part. 
 
 And God, who is above, 
 Whom we adore and love, 
 
 (96) 
 
Unto this end, 
 This Hall give we today; 
 Long may she ever stay 
 As a shield from every prey 
 
 To labor's friend. 
 
 Written for the Dedication of Miners* 
 Union Hall in Gem, Idaho, 1892. 
 
 HARMONY. 
 
 Words and music in "Songs for the Soul." 
 The brightest sights I often see, 
 Whene'er my soul in harmony 
 Awakes the love from me to Thee 
 And gives the joy of liberty. 
 
 Cho. 
 
 O, harmony, sweet harmony, 
 Where angels give the best to me. 
 O, harmony, blest harmony, 
 And loved ones there I always see. 
 
 Mid sunny dales and beauteous skies. 
 The angels come, — man never dies; — 
 The opening veil reveals the way; 
 'Tis life, all life, and endless day. 
 
 Cho. 
 
 O angel dear ! how can it be. 
 
 That He should give such life to me; 
 
 That I might know of love from thee, 
 
 In that sweet hour of harmony. 
 
 Cho. 
 
 (97) 
 
HEAVEN FOR ME. 
 
 When I have passed the pearly gates 
 
 And the far beyond I see, 
 I know I'll meet my father there 
 
 And that will be heaven for me. 
 
 When I can hear my mother's voice 
 As she spake on earth to me, 
 
 Then will earth's joys depart, 
 Then heaven will come to me. 
 
 When angels lift the veil from off 
 
 My failing eyes, I'll be 
 So glad to meet my loved 
 
 And that will be heaven for me. 
 
 When angels lead me to my home, 
 The good I've done will be 
 
 Built up within a pearly spot. 
 And that will be heaven for me. 
 
 IN AN AUTOGRAPH. 
 
 May you be prospered on your way. 
 And many friends be thine. 
 
 And hope and happiness and joy 
 Upon my pathway shine. 
 
 May plenty shine along thy way. 
 And want and suffering flee. 
 
 And all there is of earthly good, 
 Dear friend, I ask for thee. 
 
 May angels guard thy footsteps right. 
 And life and health be thine. 
 
 May spirits teach thy longing soul 
 To know thyself Divine. 
 
 (98) 
 
IN THESE HAPPY GOLDEN DAYS. 
 
 Words and music in *'Songs o£ the Soul." 
 
 When she feels and when she knows 
 
 That the babe expectant grows, 
 
 The mother laughs, the mother prays 
 
 In these happy golden days. 
 
 Cho. 
 
 In these happy golden days, 
 Happy days, golden days; 
 I£ our soul is tuned with lays 
 We shall sing happy days; 
 If our life is full of praise 
 All will be golden days. 
 Food to eat, and care is given; 
 Baby sleeps like one in heaven; 
 The baby crows, the baby plays 
 In these happy, golden days. 
 Cho. 
 
 Swinging, jumping, romping ever; 
 
 Has it trouble now? no, never; 
 
 The carefree child who knows but plays 
 
 In these happy, golden days. 
 
 Cho. 
 
 Schooling's over, he has a thought: 
 
 His soul is rising, lightly fraught; 
 
 Sing with the birds their tuneful lays, 
 
 In these happy, golden days. 
 
 Cho. 
 
 Spring time has gone, summer's in bloom 
 
 Busy, busy; drives away gloom 
 
 Working for children and wife, always, 
 
 In these happy, golden days. 
 
 (99) 
 
Cho. 
 
 Children are grown, Ruth has gone home ; 
 
 Surely I'm glad, the day has come 
 
 When I can sing life's certain praise, 
 
 In these happy, golden days. 
 
 Cho. 
 
 Home at last, blessed time has come; 
 
 I've met them all in "happy home"; 
 
 We will sing in glorious lays 
 
 In these happy, golden days. 
 
 Cho. 
 
 I SHALL BE SATISFIED. 
 
 While youth is on my childish head, 
 While yet my soul has never sighed. 
 While yet the future has no dread, 
 
 I shall be satisfied. 
 Now life has come in charming beauty, 
 Now childish ways have also hied. 
 Now God has made my life a duty, 
 
 I shall be satisfied. 
 When silver threads shall streak my hair, 
 When those I love have long since died, 
 When they are singing "Over There" 
 
 I shall be satisfied. 
 Then will come the glorious morn. 
 Then my soul shall cross the tide, 
 Then see the Truth, in love that's born, 
 
 I shall be satisfied. 
 When I can walk the golden street. 
 When clasping hands with those who died, 
 When I can kneel at loved ones feet, 
 
 I shall be satisfied. 
 
 (100) 
 
IN MEMORIAM. 
 He is dead. They said it softly, 
 
 As they saw him breathe his last; 
 He is dead, each heart echoed. 
 
 And time with him forever past. 
 Oh, our friend we always found you 
 
 Ready to lend a helping hand; 
 Oh, our friend we believe you're 
 
 Now at rest in a better land. 
 Oh, our brother we have lost you ! 
 
 And our loss we deeply feel ; 
 Oh, our brother, heaven has gained you, 
 
 God will earthly sorrows heal. 
 "Grandpa," lisped the little darling. 
 
 As she sat upon his knee; 
 Grandpa doesn't God in heaven 
 
 Love little ones like me? 
 Grandpa answered, "Yes, my darling, 
 
 God loves you and me." 
 Grandpa she will see no more. 
 
 Grandpa's now in glory. 
 "Oh, my father, thou art gone. 
 
 Dear one that I loved so long; 
 Oh, my father, I am grieving, 
 
 Can'st thou hear my mounrful song?" 
 "Oh, my husband, hearest thou my prayer? 
 
 Can'st thou know my sorrow here? 
 Oh, my husband, earth hath no charms 
 
 Since thou art gone above this sphere.^^ 
 Friend, brother, father, husband ; 
 
 All our griefs no tongue can tell, 
 Angels say to our sad hearts: 
 
 "Jesus doeth all things well." 
 
 (101) 
 
GOD IS EVERYWHERE. 
 
 Oh ! show me where is He, 
 
 The high and holy one, 
 To whom thou bend'st the knee. 
 
 And prayest ''Thy will be done !*' 
 I will hear thy song of praise, 
 And lo ! no form is near ; 
 Thine eyes I see thee raise. 
 
 But where does God appear? 
 Oh ! teach me where is God, 
 
 And where his glorious shrine. 
 That I may kneel and pray. 
 
 And call thy father mine. 
 
 "Gaze on that arch above; 
 
 The glittering vault admire. 
 Who taught those orbs to move? 
 
 Who lit their ceaseless fire? 
 Who guides the moon to run 
 
 In silence through the skies? 
 Who bids that dawning sun 
 
 In strength and beauty rise? 
 There view immensity ! 
 
 Behold my God is there; 
 The sun, the m.oon, the stars. 
 
 His majesty declare. 
 
 "See where the mountains rise; 
 
 Where thundering torrents foam; 
 Where vailed in towering skies. 
 
 The eagle makes his home; 
 Where savage nature dwells. 
 
 My God is present too; 
 Through all her wildest dells 
 
 (102) 
 
His footsteps I pursue; 
 He reared those giant cliffs, 
 
 Supplies that dashing stream; 
 Provides the daily food 
 
 Which stills the wild birds' scream. 
 
 "Look on that world of waves, 
 
 Where finny nations glide; 
 Within whose deep, dark caves 
 
 The ocean monsters hide; 
 His power is sovereign there. 
 
 To raise, to quell the storm; 
 The depths his bounty share, 
 
 Where sport the scaly swarm; 
 Tempest and calm obey 
 
 The same almighty voice. 
 Which rules the earth and skies, 
 
 And bids fair worlds rejoice. 
 
 "No human thought can soar 
 
 Beyond his boundless might; 
 He swells the thunders roar. 
 
 He spreads the wings of night. 
 Oh, praise his works divine ! 
 
 Bow down thy soul in prayer; 
 Nor ask for other sign 
 
 That God is everywhere; 
 The viewless spirit, He — 
 
 Immortal, holy, blest — 
 Oh! worship him in faith. 
 
 And find eternal rest!" 
 
 Hutton. 
 
 The human thought within 
 Can tell of God divine, 
 
 (103) 
 
No taint of moral sin 
 
 Doth harm this soul of mine, 
 No creature yet doth give 
 
 The greater power of God 
 Except he knows he lives, 
 
 And walks on holy sod. 
 The human soul, pure soul, 
 
 Divine, holy, blest — 
 Doth wake to find the God 
 
 Within his breast. 
 
 Jennie Johnson. 
 
 LET ME GO. 
 
 This song has a beautiful history and will 
 be in "Songs for the Soul" with music. 
 Hark, I hear the angels call, 
 
 Let me go, let me go;? 
 Hear them now, calling, calling, 
 
 Hear, oh hear! let me go. 
 
 Cho. 
 
 Let me go, the angels call me; 
 
 Let me go, let me go; 
 Let me go, the angels call me; 
 Call me now, let me go. 
 Do not hold me here so long ; 
 
 Hear their call, let me go ; 
 See their forms! their voice is strong; 
 
 Hear, oh hear!, let me go. 
 Cho. 
 
 I cannot linger, I must go, 
 Hear the call ! I will go. 
 You must wait, but I must go; 
 
 O hear and let me go. 
 Cho. 
 
 (104) 
 
MY BELIEF. 
 
 If infidelity be true, 
 
 Religion all a show; 
 Will sinful man be any better 
 
 When blood shall cease to flow? 
 Does all these flowers, birds and trees. 
 
 And rock, and hills and vales. 
 Sing forth to every listening ear 
 
 Nothing but fairy tales? 
 
 ye, who curse at God and cry 
 Away with him for aye; 
 
 Can you give to us a better power 
 When death shall name the day? 
 
 And when I am called to die. 
 To cross the surging billow; 
 
 Give me the Words of Life, which make 
 Death like a downy pillow. 
 
 The talents given us by God, 
 
 If rightly added to. 
 Will make us happier on earth; 
 
 Lessen our punishment due. 
 Not any judge, in heaven or earth, 
 
 Will stop eternal rest; 
 Or, say to us "depart ye cursed" 
 
 When we have done our best. 
 
 NETTIE. 
 
 Written when I was but 14 yrs. of age. 
 My youngest sister died the day she was 
 
 1 year old. 
 
 She has gone to the better land 
 Upon the throne, at God's right hand, 
 (105) 
 
Where she'll be forever at rest 
 
 And be with Christ among the blest. 
 
 What a sweet little pet she was, 
 
 But she is gone, no more to pause 
 
 Till she wraps at the open door. 
 
 And hears the words, "dear, roam no more." 
 
 Our loss is great, but her*s is gain, 
 To be released from sin and pain; 
 She suffered long; but, oh, 'tis passed 
 And she's among the blessed classed. 
 What blessed words she must have heard, 
 When on the steps the angels guard; 
 She left us all, — 'tis hard to say, — 
 But she has gone a better way. 
 
 Her hair was black, and her eyes were blue; 
 
 She loved us all ; and this we knew 
 
 She was loved by one that's greater. 
 
 Yes, one above; 'twas her Creator. 
 
 We laid her in the lonely grave, 
 
 (The only spot my soul does crave) ; 
 
 Her body's there, her soul's risen 
 
 To walk the golden streets of heaven. 
 
 OUR CIRCLE. 
 
 This faithful few, again review, 
 
 Their circles, social greetings. 
 May Angel friends, again descend 
 
 To bless our joyous meetings. 
 Here conflict's voice is never heard. 
 
 Here Peace and Love are cherished. 
 Kind Angels great; bless our retreat; 
 
 Where charity is nourished. 
 
 (106) 
 
Tho* Nations war, and parties jar, 
 
 Their peace o£ mind destroying ; 
 Far happier we, like friends agree. 
 
 Sweet harmony enjoying. 
 Here discord's voice is never heard. 
 
 That nurse of wild distraction — 
 Religious pride — we lay aside. 
 
 And cultivate affection. 
 
 Our circle here, with friends most dear, 
 
 By Angels is protected; 
 Far from the ken of curious men, 
 
 Our temple is erected. 
 Three pillars grand, beneath it stand ; 
 
 Named, Wisdom, Truth and Love, 
 And Angels bright our pathway light 
 
 While here — to Heaven above. 
 
 The stranger poor, whose heart is pure, 
 
 Shall be by us befriended. 
 To all our race, in every place, 
 
 Our kindness is extended. 
 Then pledge again ; may love remain 
 
 "On Earth, as 'tis in Heaven" 
 To you I pray each coming day 
 
 Heav'n choicest gifts be given. 
 
 J. H. 
 
 OUR PICNIC. 
 
 Once on a time, as the poets say, 
 
 The 7th month and 12th day; 
 
 The weather being nice and more 
 
 In eighteen hundred 94, 
 
 Some friends, who in the land do dwell 
 
 In district number 12, 
 
 (107) 
 
All looking well, for none are sick, 
 Came to the school house for a picnic. 
 
 Their names I need not now rehearse 
 And thereby much prolong my verse; 
 But of the doings of this day 
 Proceed to tell without delay; 
 Not doubting, but my friends will hear 
 Nothing to stir their anger or fear ; 
 We'll nothing say in malice down 
 To merit or receive a frown. 
 
 As now our guests are in the house 
 All still and quiet like a mouse ; 
 I know you all are very welcome 
 Unto this our school house home. 
 For all have come a day to spend 
 And be together friend to friend; 
 And what is kind, to say the least. 
 All brought an offering for the feast. 
 
 We've spoke some pieces, sung a song. 
 And now, I say, it won't be long, 
 For tables soon we all will spread 
 With cake and cookies, pies and bread. 
 And other things both good and nice 
 We'll add unto them in a trice; 
 And then around the tables we 
 Will gather all the company. 
 
 Then all will seek with happy mind 
 
 Some mutual pleasure then to find; 
 
 When this is through we'll speak some more 
 
 And sing some songs say, 3 or 4; 
 
 And thus throughout the livelong day 
 
 (108) 
 
The happy hours will glide away; 
 We'll all be happy thus to spend 
 A social picnic with each friend. 
 
 But earthly joys are not for aye, 
 They come and go without delay 
 And as the shades of night will come, 
 "We'll seek in peace each quiet home." 
 Leaving to memory's thoughtful care 
 The face of these so young and fair. 
 Who kindly once endured her rule 
 As teacher of this district school. 
 
 And now, kind friends, permit me here 
 To tender thanks to you sincere; 
 And when again you care to fool 
 A pleasant picnic with this school. 
 Remember that we'll be "at home'' 
 Whenever you see fit to come ; 
 We'll do our best in every way 
 To help you pass a pleasant day. 
 
 SMILES AND TEARS. 
 
 In smiles and tears, through all the years, 
 
 No love so true as thine; 
 In joy and hope, in doubts and fears 
 
 No soul so near to mine. 
 No other voice so low and sweet. 
 
 No form so dear can be. 
 No friend I long so much to greet 
 
 O friend so true to me. 
 
 Cho. 
 
 From snow to snow, still true to me, 
 Through all the fleeting years, 
 
 (109) 
 
O loving soul ! I cling to thee 
 Sweet frined in smiles and tears. 
 
 When other friends my name forget, 
 
 And others prove untrue, 
 My love for thee I'll ne'er forget ; 
 
 My soul is still with you. 
 You call me friend though well I know 
 
 That I am more to thee ; 
 And dearer than all else below. 
 
 Sweet friend, thou art to me. 
 Cho. 
 
 The roses bloom, the roses die. 
 
 But thou art still the same 
 Though friends be false and pass me by 
 
 Thy constant love I claim. 
 Thy smiles are sunshine to my soul; 
 
 Thou art mine own bright star, 
 Thy tears bring grief from pole to pole 
 
 My love cannot be far. 
 Cho. 
 
 WHY DESPAIR? 
 
 Why should we be despondent 
 
 When much to us is given; 
 When holy angels in their love 
 
 Would teach our souls true heaven. 
 If we but listen to their voice 
 
 And heed their chidings low. 
 No more for us shall shadows creep ; 
 
 No more the tear drops flow. 
 
 For -all the grief the soul hath known 
 And all it now doth know, 
 
 (110) 
 
A recompense for all, on us, 
 
 A Father will bestow. 
 And in the great hereafter, 
 
 When all o£ earth is o'er. 
 The joys that we have lost on earth 
 
 Shall bloom on heaven's shore. 
 
 SPRING. 
 By Byron Beach, age 9 years. 
 
 The flowers were blooming brightly 
 And the birds were singing gay. 
 
 As I wandered on the hillside. 
 And through the fluffy hay. 
 
 I stopped as I went on farther 
 
 To hear the robbings song; 
 And the cricket, too, seemed happy, 
 
 For he sang the whole day long. 
 
 The butterfly's coat was pretty, 
 As he sailed among the flowers. 
 
 With his wings outspread like angels. 
 While he floated among the bowers. 
 
 I stood there quite enchanted 
 
 As I gazed upon the scene. 
 And I thought how God had made them 
 
 To cheer and comfort men. 
 
 SET ADRIFT IN MID-OCEAN. 
 
 The ship set sail. All hearts within were sad. 
 The mighty ocean with its foaming waves 
 Seemed lifted to the sky. One look behind 
 
 (111) 
 
Our kindred friends, with waving hands, 
 
 we see. 
 Still on she goes from dear ones left behind. 
 We look again; their forms are out of sight. 
 Oh heart, that stops within my bosom now 
 Why quietest thou? Beat on, beat quick, 
 ere life 
 
 Has flown. Ah feelings too profound to tell. 
 But now far out upon the distant sea. 
 Our ship's tall mast seems towering toward 
 
 the sky. 
 With pinions spread to catch the sweeping 
 
 breeze 
 She mounts the rolling waves, descends 
 
 again ; 
 Then gliding higher, on she goes, as if 
 To brave the coming waves was her intent. 
 
 Thus passed the day without a single change ; 
 The evening came, calm, quiet, still, repose 
 Seemed gathering o'er the foam topped waves. 
 The captain watched the setting sun, while 
 
 we. 
 With longing, wondering, anxious mind, 
 
 watched him. 
 He paced the deck with quickening step, 
 
 and marked 
 The gathering clouds, as one by one, they 
 
 seemed 
 To darken. His face grew strangely white; 
 He heard amid the distant roaring waves, 
 The Stormy Petrel chirp his only note. 
 As night came on the winds grew strangely 
 
 wild; 
 
 (112) 
 
The waves mount up as i£ to catch the mast; 
 The ship heaves to and fro with motions 
 
 quick, 
 And leaps the raging waves like lightning 
 
 flash. 
 But hark! Amid the roar there seems to 
 
 break 
 A sound as if the heavens were rent in twain. 
 But, ah! The lightning strikes our gallant 
 
 ship. 
 One moment more and all on board will be 
 Hurled down beneath the mountains of the 
 sea. 
 
 With hands uplifted to our God we pray 
 That he may come with power unknown 
 
 and save 
 If 'twere his will. The boat! the captain 
 
 cries. 
 But ah, we find weVe left it far behind. 
 No hope? Out on the mighty deep alone 
 We're left. A hope, our faith in God we"ll 
 
 try, 
 He'll help in time of need, our strength, our 
 
 shield. 
 
 Out on the mighty deep alone, I know 
 I feel the presence of my God. My heart 
 With rapture thrills to think I've e'en a board 
 To bear me o'er the raging waves. Alone ! 
 Alone with God ! Scarce naught can make us 
 
 feel; 
 But here the meaning comes with power 
 
 untold. 
 
 (113) 
 
Alone with God upon the angry sea. 
 
 My thoughts run back to deeds I've done 
 
 in time. 
 (But time with me will soon be o'er) Why 
 
 this? 
 Why think I now of time that's past? 'Tis 
 
 so; 
 My mind goes back to deeds I've long since 
 
 done. 
 Oh God that I could live my life once more. 
 What might I do? What might I leave 
 
 undone? 
 What changes would I make? Oh God at 
 
 best 
 What mortals do we make? Scarce can I 
 
 breathe ; 
 Scarce ope my lips ; Oh God I pray for light. 
 
 I see the morning clouds descend, and lo ! 
 Far off, I catch a glimpse of something 
 
 white. 
 Be calm, oh heart, be calm, throb not, 'tis 
 
 o'er 
 There's help within thy reach, thank God 
 
 we're saved. 
 The vessel nears my floating plank, and soon 
 Once more I'll be within a safe bound ship. 
 I'm saved, the vessel's here; O it is true, 
 And can it be that I am here? 'Tis true. 
 I feel, I see, I think, 'tis true I know. 
 O God, my heart is weak; thy strength is 
 
 great; 
 
 (114) 
 
Thy will be done. Perhaps 'twas wise to 
 
 save. 
 I'll have it so, and praise thy name ever more. 
 God grant, where e'er I go, what e'er I be 
 I'll never again be adrift in sea. 
 
 THERE IS NO DEATH. 
 
 Written on the passing of Arthur Huber, 
 of Bremerton, Wash. 
 
 There is no death. The body dies. 
 
 But that was only mine ; 
 The soul that dwelt therein 
 
 Is me. That is divine. 
 
 There is no death. An angel cuts 
 
 The silken thread that ties 
 The broken cords of life and frees 
 
 The soul that never dies. 
 
 There is no death. The spirit leaves 
 
 The tenement of clay, 
 And rises to the heights above. 
 
 To live in endless day. 
 
 There is no death. The soul doth drop 
 
 The terrestrial home, 
 And lives right on with greater joy 
 
 In the celestial form. 
 
 There is no death. The soul departs 
 
 From this unpleasant earth, 
 And soars beyond the slighest pain, 
 
 And lives in spiritual birth. 
 
 (115) 
 
There is no death. The house decays; 
 
 The old will find repose; 
 The young live on, and well I know 
 
 Will blossom as the rose. 
 
 There is no death. I cannot see 
 
 But that the passings best; 
 The liberated soul lives on 
 
 Without an aching breast. 
 
 TAKE ME THERE. 
 
 I am weary ; oh, so weary, 
 And this life is dark and dreary 
 Morn is beaming nearer; 
 
 Take me there; O take me there. 
 
 Take me from this day of sadness. 
 Let me quaff the cup of gladness 
 Ere my soul is stung to madness; 
 Take me there ; O take me there. 
 
 Sorrows gather without number, 
 When I wake and when I slumber; 
 Restless ever, ever moaning, 
 
 Take me there ; O take me there. 
 
 I am weary; oh, so weary, 
 Clouds about my pathway dreary 
 And my spirit shrinks in terror; 
 
 Take me there; O take me there. 
 
 I am weary ; oh, so weary ; 
 And the road seems long and dreary; 
 O'er thorns my footsteps press; 
 
 Take me there ; O, take me there. 
 
 (116) 
 
I am going; yes, I'm going, 
 For I hear the river flowing 
 And the boatsman in the gloaming 
 Now I see; O, take me there. 
 
 Boatman, boatman, do not tarry! 
 But across the billows bear me, 
 
 Now we"ll swiftly glide from shore, 
 Trusty boatman, bear me o'er. 
 
 O how pleasing is the journey; 
 Earth with all its cares behind me, 
 Heaven with all its joys to come; 
 Oh my soul, we're almost there. 
 
 On the margin of the river 
 Angel friends around me gather, 
 Clasped to souls so true and tender 
 I am there, yes, yes, I'm there. 
 
 Farewell earth — farewell forever. 
 We have crossed the living river 
 And our souls shall tell the story 
 
 From the emerald shores of love. 
 
 Now my spirit; bask in gladness. 
 Naught can ever cause thee sadness. 
 Naught can ever harm thee more 
 
 On this peaceful, changeless shore. 
 
 No not weary, no not weary, 
 I am here beyond the dreary. 
 Here to live, yes, live forever; 
 I am here, yes, yes, I'm here. 
 
 (117) 
 
You are weary, yes, you're weary ; 
 Of that life so bleak and dreary ; 
 Dearest loved ones, "over there" 
 
 Come up here, oh come up here. 
 
 'TIS THEE I LOVE. 
 
 I fain a winning tale would tell thee. 
 And know myself scarce what it is; 
 
 And if the question thou shouldst ask me, 
 My answer would be only this: 
 
 Ref. 
 
 'Tis thee I love with all my soul, 
 
 'Tis thee alone, yes, thee; 
 I love but thee with all my soul, 
 
 But thee alone, yes, thee. 
 
 I fain would sing in plaintive measure, 
 A lay that to thy soul should go ; 
 
 But when I seek the tuneful treasure, 
 A voice within me answers so : 
 
 Ref. 
 
 I fain would write a loving letter 
 
 That might to me thy soul incline, 
 But here again I fare no better. 
 
 For all my thoughts in this combine: 
 Ref. 
 
 TO THE UNKNOWN DEAD. 
 
 (Written on the death of Tommy Hanley,, 
 of Wallace, Idaho.) 
 
 Called now to meet thy God, 
 
 (118) 
 
We feel his chastening rod; 
 Thou hast found a better goal — 
 Peace to thy resting soul. 
 Thou unknown dead. 
 
 Young and ready for life, 
 Saved from battling with its strife; 
 Good and gentle from thy birth, 
 God took thee from this earth 
 To keep thee pure. 
 
 Roses bloom and fall at last, 
 Buds may wither from the blast; 
 But thou art safe at rest 
 Leaning on the Savior's breast, 
 Thou youthful dead. 
 
 Now may our souls rejoice, 
 Thou hearest thy Master's voice, 
 Free from all the bonds of sin. 
 Singing "Gathered Within" 
 Thou ransomed soul. 
 
 Thy body suffered death 
 Before the parting breath ; 
 But, oh, how much is left 
 To cheer our hearts bereft; 
 
 Thou'rt free from pain. 
 
 We do not call the lost. 
 Thou did'st know the cost; 
 Thy loving face is gone. 
 We say "Thy will be done." 
 And thus rejoice. 
 
 (119) 
 
We knew thee not on earth, 
 But thou of gentle birth 
 Can only leave thy trace 
 On each sorrowing face 
 That's left behind. 
 
 Weeping father, mourning mother, 
 Loving sister, darling brother. 
 Each his grief can never tell — 
 "Thou doest all things well." 
 We'll meet thee there. 
 
 THE LIFTING OF THE VEIL. 
 Author Unknown. 
 
 Betwen the here and the hereafter, 
 
 Heaven's repose and earthly strife. 
 Hangs a mystic veil, dividing 
 
 Soul from soul and life from life; 
 Soft as dew falls on the water. 
 
 Or as mist on mount and dale; 
 Noiseless as a bud unfolding. 
 
 Is the lifting of the veil. 
 
 When we pine with restless longing 
 
 Some long cherished form to view. 
 Seems this veil a luminous ether; 
 
 Saintly faces shining through, 
 And we sometimes catch the whisper 
 
 Soft as sigh of Summer gale. 
 Sometimes see a beckoning finger 
 
 At the lifting of the veil. 
 
 (120) 
 
Yet when all our soul is weary 
 
 Of life's turmoils, pain and whirl, 
 And we strive to rend the curtain 
 
 Lo ! we beat 'gainst walls of pearl ; 
 We have missed the crystal doorway 
 
 Or the keys celestial fail. 
 While we wait without, impatient 
 
 For the lifting of the veil. 
 
 When the face we love grows pallid. 
 
 Clearer, purer, day by day — 
 Till we see the Spirit's luster 
 
 Shining through its vase of clay; 
 When the jewel leaves the casket; 
 
 How we mourn and weep and wail 
 At the beckoning of the angel, 
 
 At the lifting of the veil. 
 
 To the Infinite Creator, 
 
 His grand universe is one. 
 For off corriders uniting, 
 
 Sea, and sky, and earth, and sun. 
 It is all our Father's mansion 
 
 And the loved our hearts bewail, 
 Have but reached an inner chamber 
 
 At the lifting of the veil. 
 
 Though we scarce can hear their footsteps, 
 
 As they journey to and fro. 
 In those hidden shining chambers 
 
 Noiseless as the falling snow; 
 Though we cannot see their vestments; 
 
 Silvery white as moonbeams pale. 
 We shall meet them fair as angels. 
 
 At the lifting of the veil. 
 
 (121) 
 
With his present work so mighty, 
 
 And his splendors spread abroad, 
 What must be the secret places 
 
 Of the Palace of our God? 
 Not with sorrow or with anguish. 
 
 But with rapture should we hail 
 Every beckoning o£ the angel ; 
 
 Every lifting of the veil. 
 
 "THE NURSE OF FULL-GROWN SOULS 
 IN SOLITUDE." 
 
 As I mused in my lonely room I thought 
 Of the numerous joys and sorrows of life ; 
 And I likened the joys to the sunshine, 
 And sorrows to the darkness of night. 
 We love to gaze on the beautiful sunshine. 
 Emerging from the blackness of night; 
 And I think of all the pleasures of life, 
 That inspires the soul of man on earth, 
 There's nothing that gladdens the aching soul 
 Like the changing from drakness to light. 
 We love to view the light from the heavens. 
 We love to hear the singing of birds. 
 And as we gaze on the beautiful morning 
 Each soul is filled with the love of Life. 
 If the sun should shine in the heavens alway 
 And, to us, darkness should never come. 
 The soul of man would be longing, yearning, 
 And the sunshine lose its beauty and song, 
 And man would gaze on lovely nature 
 
 (122) 
 
Without a single thrill o£ inspiration. 
 You may talk to me of an endless day, 
 But man in his present mortality 
 Can never know the brilliant sunshine 
 'Till all is covered by darkest shadows. 
 
 And so it is with our joy and sorrow; 
 They must walk in the very self-same path, 
 And thus clasp hands more tightly together 
 One known by our knowledge of the other. 
 If our lives should never be clouded, 
 Nor sorrow ever come to our souls, 
 The joys of life would soon be forgotten 
 And life would be a long and endless song. 
 The tune would be sung without measure 
 And all would rejoice when 'twas done. 
 
 If our lives were spent in social pleasure, 
 
 The gay and joyous ever by our side. 
 
 The zephyr waves of trees, the lovely song 
 
 of birds, 
 The knowledge of all earthly things. 
 The knowledge of our inward souls. 
 Above the rest, Life's wondrous gifts to us. 
 We ne'er should know from loved ones gone, 
 They only visit us in solitude. 
 One hour alone, when they are near, 
 Is worth a thousand that this world can give ; 
 It brings new light, it teaches man to know 
 That all the joys of life are not from man. 
 Communion here from soul to Oversoul 
 Inspires the thought and gives the greater 
 
 powers 
 
 (123) 
 
And makes of it a full-grown soul. 
 
 We know from Life we gain that power 
 
 That charms us thus and holds us for a spell, 
 
 The soul within does grasp the thought, 
 
 And konws the angels meet us there ; 
 
 All know 'tis there and only feel it most 
 
 When wrapped within the arms of solitude. 
 
 Nothing great by man was ever done 
 
 Save when he thought in solitary mood alone ; 
 
 When Kepler learned the laws that now to 
 
 us are plain, 
 And Aristottle sought to know the things 
 Which man before had never known ; 
 And Linaeus studied night and day to know 
 The planets, their forms, their flowers and 
 
 how they grow, 
 They did not seek the busy haunts of men, 
 But studied them in some secluded spot 
 Where inspiration filled the soul with power. 
 
 When Martin Luther sought the world to 
 
 move 
 His soul within was not full-grown; But ere 
 He fought the Pope with any outward cry 
 The midnight light was burned in that lone 
 
 room 
 Where lay the "Word of Life" before his 
 
 eyes. 
 And often thus did he in silence pray 
 That angels might fill his soul with love 
 And teach him, in solitude, to know himself; 
 And thus was he inspired to know the Truth, 
 And power was given him that he might give 
 This knowledge to never dying man. 
 
 (124) 
 
Sweedenberg, the modern Christ, laid his soul 
 At the open door of human life, 
 Drew her fringed curtains so gently apart 
 That there, through the open space, shone 
 
 the light, 
 Then he caught the rays nor once let loose 
 Till all shadows of the dreary past were lost; 
 And the sunshine of hope, of love, of life. 
 Glittered in the bosom of all who would 
 
 listen. 
 Distance did not blind his Christ-like vision; 
 He saw the fire three hundred miles away, 
 He viewed the land beyond the open gate. 
 He climbed the ladder to its very heights. 
 He found the soul in beauty there arrayed. 
 He fought for life, nor found he death; 
 He learned thoughts and deeds and love 
 
 and life 
 Ne'er withered at the Death Angel's blast. 
 But grew better, brighter, lovlier, fast, 
 When mortal body turned again to clay. 
 Shall we who linger here on friendly earth 
 Ere turn our souls and call these visions 
 
 false. 
 Because we cannot rise unto the heights ; 
 Ah, no, but claim them as our birthright 
 That we have thrown away. And now at last 
 These truths are giving to our longing souls 
 Such sweet repose, such quiet rest, that we 
 Sleep our slumbers with undisturbed dreams. 
 And view the brilliant heights we long to 
 
 climb, 
 And trust the Laws that brought us here. 
 Give praise to him that ope'd the bolted door, 
 
 (125) 
 
That angels may come down and visit us, 
 And we may cast aside the blinding veil 
 And view the glories of our future home. 
 
 When Fox went forth his mission to perform, 
 He sought but some secluded spot to fill 
 His soul with power to brave the coming 
 
 fight. 
 He left the busy haunts of angry men 
 And came to this, our glorious land, 
 And fed his soul upon his Life's desires. 
 Angels, bless the soul of him who dared to 
 
 rise 
 And say, with force divine : "The God within 
 Is all my weary, lonely soul doth claim; 
 He speaks to each and not to 'Holy men'; 
 My life here surely must be clean. 
 That God may come and dwell within. 
 No outward form, no creed, no laws of men. 
 Should hold me down or check my soul. 
 My God has no selected few to rule ; 
 The people obey the Indwelling Christ 
 And know no creed, nor dogmas, nor priest, 
 *Thou shalt not kill' extends e'en unto war 
 When foes abound. Love, brotherhood, 
 
 justice. 
 Claims them as their own, while e'en the 
 
 woman 
 Has the right Divine, to teach to preach." 
 And thus another door was opened wide 
 That life's great evolutional tide 
 Might push its onward, upward way, 
 And men be free to think, to write, to live, 
 As higher aspirations filled their unfolded 
 
 souls. 
 
 (126) 
 
And Thomas Payne, the hero of all time, 
 Laid down within our Constitution 
 A clause, a section, the center o£ the whole, 
 From which freedom sprang, as if to save 
 Our mighty nation from a future fall. 
 Yes, here he played the mighty part 
 That holds our land far, far above, 
 And grasps the souls of those who think 
 And holds them in an arm of love. 
 In solitude did Payne unfold his soul 
 'Till love shone forth, like a brilliant sun, 
 Shedding its rays, giving new life to all. 
 And soaring above on pinions unfettered. 
 He stands today as one who dearly loved 
 His fellowmen and left them a statute 
 Of freedom, that shall never be turned in 
 
 this land 
 Of brave and soulful men, not bound by 
 
 chains. 
 But free as the very air we breathe. 
 Let not one soul decry our friend in need. 
 Whose awakened soul left naught but good; 
 Whose reason, unbound, gave to this world 
 A full grown soul from solitude's embrace. 
 
 Nor was this all who fought for freedom's 
 
 cause 
 The Corner Stone of that great power that 
 
 freed 
 Four million slaves, was ever known to be 
 Gathering in solitude the power to move 
 His land and make it break the fetters 
 Of these slaves. Nor did he work in vain 
 The name of Garrison will ever be 
 
 (127) 
 
Known as a full-grown soul of ages past. 
 And Lovejoy, his right hand man in all, 
 Will e'er be known as one who sat in silence. 
 He gave his power, his strength, his life, 
 
 his all. 
 That he might feel the presence of this power 
 And know the reward of righteous men, 
 Who did to others as they would have 
 Others do to them. For this he died. 
 
 Our martyred President whose life was slain 
 For what he said and did, by thought 
 
 brought forth 
 The Emancipation Proclamation, 
 And thus, by law, set free four million souls 
 Whom man had held as slaves. Lincoln gave 
 His life and fell by the assassin's hand 
 For what earth's "Most Holy Men" denied. 
 And paid a penalty to our great nation 
 Of which we proudly boast today. 
 
 And next to him, 
 Free from all biased views of other men, 
 Stands Beecher in far advance of time. 
 And thus because he could not see as men. 
 Who lived and died a hundred years ago. 
 He's censured, burlesqued and condemned 
 By those whose souls can never reach so far 
 As to know that man can never rule 
 His fellowman in church, as now in state 
 he does. 
 
 When Ingersoll, the man who taught 
 
 His fellow man just how to think. 
 
 To reason on the living Words of Life, 
 
 (128) 
 
And gain a footing on his own behalf. 
 Thus he lifted from our blinded eyes 
 The scales that kept our vision closed, 
 And raised the veil from man to man 
 And preached the brotherhood of all. 
 No God, to him, who damned his own, 
 Or cursed the child that he had made, 
 Because his inward soul could never see 
 Justice, mercy, duty, kindness or love, 
 In deeds the Great Jehovah had man do. 
 He lives today in every loving soul 
 Who dares to be awakened unto Truth; 
 That's brave enough to answer for his wrongs ; 
 Whose love is deep as the ocean bed; 
 High as the dome of the vaulted sky; 
 Sweet as the music of the Syrian Elf; 
 Pure as water from the flowing fountain. 
 Great as the God whose name is Love. 
 He alone is great who causes man to rise 
 And seek for Truth that will not falter. 
 For love that is warmer than the rays of Sol, 
 For manhood akin to all that is Divine, 
 For brotherhood to those we see and know^ 
 For a God supreme to Devil or a fool. 
 For a life that has no godly fault. 
 For a faith that deeds and them alone 
 Can save the soul from all the evil ways; 
 Who banishes fear and in its empty place 
 Casts a love that glows, and shines, bearing 
 
 fruit 
 That's meat and drink and daily bread 
 To him who lives for other men. 
 He taught (and I in solitude 
 Have wondered oft if love, enlightened, 
 
 (129) 
 
Would not bear fruit for all to eat,) 
 That love from man to man was grand, 
 That hate would kill the very seed. 
 And banish from our deadened souls 
 The all of God, of Life, of Love. 
 His soul so broad, not e'en the babe 
 Whose skin was blackened by the law, 
 Was left without his tender care. 
 He sought to make the whole world one. 
 One in thought, in deed, in love, so pure 
 That freedom would ring the bell 
 And justice. Liberty of press and voice. 
 Proclaim to fettered man "Thou art 
 A part of one stupendous whole." 
 His soul in solitude was want 
 To linger near the haunts of man; 
 For here he found the all of earth, 
 The all that soul can ever know 
 Of heights above, of depths below. 
 Of thoughts within, of deeds without. 
 For here he found the God that's Life, 
 And here he found the fount of Love, 
 And drank until his soul was filled. 
 And rose above the narrow few, 
 Who only saw some far off God, 
 That came unto his chosen ones. 
 His soul was nursed until full grown. 
 In silence was the bud full blown. 
 In silence bore the richest fruit. 
 To the hungry soul he gave this fruit 
 To think, to act, to live, to love. 
 He lives today in many lives 
 In solitude the soul ne'er dies. 
 
 (130) 
 
When Christ was here on earth he often 
 
 sought 
 Some mountain top to commune in silence, 
 And so we're taught, by His own example, 
 To seek a solitary place to fill our souls 
 With power from Life, ere we should try 
 To teach that which by law was given. 
 That we might be fore'er inspired, 
 And have our souls on earth awakened. 
 His life was taken on the cursed cross 
 Because his soul was opened voiced against 
 The sins of those who held the law in hand. 
 He died for what he thought, and rose again 
 To teach to wicked men a nev/ born thought, 
 That full-grown souls can ne'er be changed 
 By unrighteous men on earth. 
 
 And so with all. 
 That have within themselves a cherished 
 
 thought 
 Far beyond the ideas of most men, 
 They meet their death by some ungodly hand 
 And join with those whose souls have fled 
 
 from earth. 
 No writer yet has ever had within himself 
 The will, the power, to write his thoughts 
 
 and thus 
 Enlighten nations yet unknown, unborn. 
 Else he had nursed his soul in some secluded 
 
 spot 
 And made it thus his own in deed and 
 
 thought. 
 No earthly good by man was ever done, 
 No earthly knowledge ever yet was known, 
 
 (131) 
 
Except, that he who did these mighty deeds, 
 And gained this knowledge with searching 
 
 soul, 
 Had within his bosom nursed a full-grown 
 
 soul. 
 If the given soul could never be alone. 
 In deep mid silence open-doored to love, 
 No greatness ever had been dreamed or done ; 
 Among dull souls a prophet never grew; 
 The nurse of full-grown souls is solitude. 
 
 THE LIGHT. 
 
 The babe is bom, the light is turning, 
 
 I can hear its baby voice; 
 The mother now — all help spurning — 
 
 Clasp her babe, and will rejoice ; 
 The Light will burn. 
 
 The child will play while health is glowing; 
 
 The brain keeps pace with outward form ; 
 The body, soul and spirit growing; 
 
 The mother shields it from all harm; 
 The Light burns on. 
 
 The youth still plies his soul for learning; 
 
 Brings the boy to manhood's plain; 
 All must work, this knowledge earning. 
 
 By soul, and hand and brain; 
 The Light still burns. 
 
 The man, to daily tasks now turning. 
 
 Raises man to higher plain; 
 He fills his soul, to cease its yearning 
 
 And seeks a home for better gains. 
 The Light burns bright. 
 
 (132) 
 
The height is reached, the hill descending 
 Glides more quickly, year by year; 
 
 Age comes on, his form is bending; 
 For time, he sheds no falling tear ; 
 The Light grows dim. 
 
 The eighties call him, now he's passing 
 Slowly down the River of Time ; 
 
 To him there is no trifling guessing, 
 For he hears the angel's chime; 
 The Light's near out. 
 
 Oh, the Light is again now turning. 
 The sparkling eyes are now dim; 
 
 His heavenly mansion discerning ; 
 The angel has taken him. 
 The Light is out. 
 
 WHEN I SHALL FALL ASLEEP. 
 
 Dedicated to Geraldine Bernard, Bremer- 
 ton, Wash. 
 
 When I shall fall asleep 
 I'll waken with that greater life, 
 I'll be free from care and strife, 
 I'll join with loved ones in the song 
 And happy be with care freed throng ; 
 
 Then I shall awakened be. 
 
 When I shall fall asleep 
 I shall hear the loved ones call, 
 I'll hear their tiny foot fall, 
 I will hear their voices ring. 
 It will angel music bring ; 
 
 Then I shall awakened be. 
 
 (133) 
 
When I shall fall asleep 
 I'll see the face of those I love 
 Shining with the blest above; 
 Then my eyes will brightened be. 
 Then my soul will know I see ; 
 
 Then I shall awakened be. 
 
 When I shall fall asleep 
 I'll touch the beckoning hand 
 That's waving from the Golden strand ; 
 I'll feel the love that's sent to me 
 And answer with a soulful glee ; 
 
 Then I shall awakened be. 
 
 When I shall fall asleep 
 I'll know the dear ones gone before, 
 I'll know them (many a score 
 Have crossed the bay with boatman pale.) 
 They'll bid me welcome with a hail; 
 
 Then I shall awakened be. 
 
 When I shall fall asleep 
 I will love them as of yore, 
 Oh! the love for them in store; 
 It will deaden all my pain 
 When I clasp them once again; 
 
 Then I shall awakened be. 
 
 WHAT IS GOD? 
 
 In Aug. 1908 I found the 12th, 13th, 17th 
 and 21st verses of this poem in a paper. The 
 author was given as Dr. George W. Carey 
 and the piece was entitled "The New Name.'* 
 
 (134) 
 
Just above this, in the same column, was the 
 3rd, 14th, 15th and 16th verses given here. 
 It stated at the end o£ the poem that it was 
 translated from the Russian. In March of 
 this year I find the same four verses, viz: 
 3rd, 14th, 15th and 16th, in "Railroad Man's 
 Magazine" and authorship attributed to W. 
 H. Carruth of University of Kansas. Who- 
 ever wrote them, it matters not, they are 
 beautiful. While reading them inspiration 
 was given me and I wrote the balance of this 
 poem, 29 verses, and arranged them in groups 
 of four, except last verse, which includes all 
 the previous ones. 
 
 N. B. — 1st Group — Spring, Summer, Au- 
 tumn, Winter. 2nd Group — Air, Light, 
 Wind, Sun. 3rd Group — Forests, Mountains, 
 Plains, Ocean. 4th Group — Superstition, 
 Longing, Consecration, Evolution. 5th 
 Group — Karma, Duty, Truth, Nature. 6th 
 Group — Brotherhood, Love, Spirit, Human. 
 7th Group — Soul, Brain, Mind, Life, God 
 Eeverywhere. 
 
 A child looking up to the sky 
 
 Hearkens to the beautiful song, 
 Men view the earth in its glory 
 
 As life in its action doth throng, 
 And the eye of the great Creator 
 
 Looks down with a smile and nod; 
 Some of us call it Spring, 
 
 And others call it God. 
 
 (135) 
 
All earth is ripe with fruitage, 
 
 Man's soul with joy abounds, 
 The birds in the flowers and trees 
 
 Doth warble a melody of sounds. 
 The earth's brought forth her riches 
 
 Wherever man has trod ; 
 Some of us call it Summer, 
 
 And others call it God. 
 
 "A haze on the far horizon; 
 
 The infinite tender sky; 
 The rich, ripe tint of cornfields, 
 
 And the wild goose flying high. 
 And all other upland and lowland. 
 
 The charm of the Golden-Rod; 
 Some of us call it Autumn, 
 
 And others call it God." 
 
 All earth is hushed and quiet. 
 
 The plants seem not to live. 
 And the garnered fruits and riches 
 
 Bring thoughts "'tis best to give." 
 And the plants, like our pure spirits. 
 
 Will be brought from under the sod 
 Some of us call itW inter. 
 
 And others call it God. 
 
 Expanding our lungs, giving 
 
 Good health and life to all. 
 Making this earth an Eden 
 
 Where mortals do not fall; 
 Holding pure life in its hands. 
 
 Wherever mortals trod; 
 Some of us call it Air, 
 
 And others call it God. 
 
 (136) 
 
opening the buds and flowers, 
 
 Bringing all things to view, 
 Caring for birds and mortals, 
 Showing all things true; 
 Without which no blade of grass 
 
 Can cover this earthly sod; 
 Some of us call it Light, 
 
 And others call it God. 
 
 Mighty the power within, 
 
 Turning the wheels for man, 
 Giving the air a stirring. 
 
 Helping the great, great plan. 
 Carrying the dew drops hither. 
 
 Drying the moistened sod ; 
 Some of us call it Wind, 
 
 And others call it God. 
 
 Shedding its light around us. 
 
 Making all things anew. 
 Sending its heat among us. 
 
 Giving new life to me, to you. 
 Making the flowers, the trees, the fruits 
 
 Come forth from fertile sod; 
 Some of us call it Sun, 
 
 And others call it God. 
 
 Giving us shades and shelter. 
 
 Making us temples and homes. 
 Bringing thoughts that are higher, 
 
 Better than builded domes; 
 Trees, and shrubs and flowers, all, 
 
 Inspire our hearts to nod; 
 Some of us call it Forests, 
 
 And others call it God. 
 
 (137) 
 
Rearing their heads above us 
 
 Far as the eye can see, 
 Turning the winds and waters, 
 
 Making them pure and free, 
 Holding her treasurers upward. 
 
 No earthly foot can trod ; 
 Some of us call it Mountains, 
 
 And others call it God. 
 
 Covered with flowers and wheat 
 
 And grain and food for man. 
 Catching the showers that fall, 
 
 Following nature's plan. 
 Holding the power of giving 
 
 From out the mighty sod; 
 Some of us call it Plains, 
 
 And others call it God. 
 
 "Glimmering waters and breakers. 
 
 Far on the horizon's rim. 
 White sails and sea gulls glinting 
 
 Away 'till the sun grows dim. 
 And shell's spirits — painted with glory. 
 
 Where sea weeds beckon and nod; 
 Some of us call it Ocean, 
 
 And others call it God." 
 
 "Cathedrals and domes uplifting. 
 
 And spires pointing up to the sun, 
 Images, altars, and arches. 
 
 Where kneeling and penance are done; 
 From organs grand anthems are swelling. 
 
 Where the poor and the needy still plod; 
 Some call it Superstition, 
 
 And others call it God." 
 
 (138) 
 
"Like the tides on the crescent sea beach 
 
 When the moon is new and thin, 
 Into our souls high yearnings 
 
 Come sweeling and surging in; 
 Come from the mystic ocean 
 
 Whose rims no foot hath trod; 
 Some of us call it Longing, 
 
 And others call it God." 
 
 "A picket frozen on duty, 
 
 A mother starved for her brood, 
 Socrates drinking hemlock, 
 
 And Jesus on the rood; 
 And millions more humble and nameless,. 
 
 The straightened pathway trod; 
 Some call it Consecration, 
 
 And others call it God." 
 
 "A fire mist and a planet, 
 
 A crystal and a cell, , 
 
 A jelly fish and a surian, 
 
 And caves where the cavemen dwell; 
 Then a sense of law and beauty 
 
 A face that is turned from the clod; 
 Some of us call it Evolution, 
 
 And others call it God." 
 
 "A soul struggling up to the sunshine, 
 
 Up from the mire and clay. 
 Fighting through wars and jungles, 
 
 And sometimes learning to pray. 
 And sometimes a king with a scepter. 
 
 And sometimes a slave with a hod ; 
 Some of us call it Karma, 
 
 And others call it God." 
 
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Easing the pain of a mortal, 
 
 Soothing the sorrow of man, 
 Helping a fallen brother, 
 
 Doing the best you can. 
 Oh, it is heaven around us 
 
 As we pass o'er the earthly sod ; 
 Some of us call it Duty, 
 
 And others call it God. 
 
 Culling from rocks and mountains. 
 
 Digging in earth and sand. 
 Testing in tubes and mortars. 
 
 Gleaning from sea and land, 
 Searching for wisdom and science 
 
 Wherever man can trod; 
 Some of us call it Truth, 
 
 And others call it God. 
 
 Binding all things together. 
 
 Keeping the law in mind. 
 Changing not for creed or church. 
 
 But loving, true and kind. 
 Steadfast as a father's care. 
 
 Watching this earthly sod; 
 Some of us call it Nature, 
 
 And others call it God. 
 
 "The earth redeemed and made holy. 
 
 Lighted by the heavens within. 
 Men and angels brought face to face 
 
 With never a thought of sin. 
 Lion and lamb together lie, 
 
 In the flowers that sweeten the sod 
 Some of us call it Brotherhood, 
 
 And others call it God." 
 
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Raising the soul of every one 
 
 Up to the perfect and true, 
 Bringing smiles of sunshine 
 
 Unto me and unto you; 
 Making the road of life 
 
 A heaven to those who trod; 
 Some of us call it Love, 
 
 And others call it God. 
 
 Around us, above us, within us, 
 
 There^s ever a calling for "higher"; 
 There's knowledge of greater power; 
 
 There's naught of dust or mire. 
 The angels are ever guiding 
 
 Our happy souls as we trod; 
 All of us call it Spirit, 
 
 All of us call it God. 
 
 A body of flesh and blood, 
 
 A frame of harden bones, 
 A large and active muscle, 
 
 A heart not made of stones, 
 A soul, a spirit, rising. 
 
 Above this earthly sod; 
 All of us call it Human, 
 
 And I, I call it God. 
 
 Searching, knowing, giving, loving. 
 
 As naught but it can love ; 
 Garnering, blessing, teaching, living. 
 
 Realizing all from above. 
 Lighting, making man as a whole. 
 
 With not a moment to plod; 
 Some of us call it Soul, 
 
 And others call it God. 
 
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Filled with the soul's great gleanings, 
 
 Gathered from every place, 
 Crowded and jambed and pounded 
 
 Into the smallest space; 
 From stars, and birds, and human souls. 
 
 And even from out the sod; 
 Some of us call it Brain, 
 
 And others call it God. 
 
 Abundance of knowledge holding. 
 
 Keeping it ready for use. 
 Literature, science, art and love. 
 
 With not an atom to lose ; 
 The result of the soul's gleanings ; 
 
 With never an hour to nod ; 
 Some of us call it Mind, 
 
 And others call it God. 
 
 Pervading the whole Universe, 
 
 In every nook, in every motion, 
 The rock, the tree, the bird, the beast. 
 
 The very center of soul's emotion 
 All live and move, and act, and think. 
 
 Where e're there is a clod; 
 Some of us call it Life, 
 
 And I, Icall it God. 
 
 Spring, summer, air and mountains high 
 
 With karma, duty, nature, truth. 
 And spirit, love and shining sun. 
 
 As known to man and growing youth 
 Proclaims aloud, 'Tis nature's plan 
 
 That God is seen above, beneath the sod 
 Behold him in thy yearning soul 
 
 For everywhere and everything is God. 
 
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INDEX 
 
 To Lucretia Graves' Poems. 
 
 A Lesson 48 
 
 A Mother 's Love 44 
 
 Angels - —.38 
 
 Angels Are Near 41 
 
 Angels Are Hovering Near 45 
 
 Angel Voices 18 
 
 Angel Wishes 53 
 
 A Prayer 47 
 
 A Promise 52 
 
 A Eeverie „ 23 
 
 Ask, Seek and Knock „ 53 
 
 Aspirations _ 40 
 
 A Surprise 43 
 
 As We Sow So Shall We Eeap 35 
 
 Beautiful Nature 23 
 
 Beautiful Things _ 42 
 
 Belief Versus Knowledge 26 
 
 Bossie Cow 40 
 
 Can and Will 32 
 
 Cheerful Thoughts 30 
 
 Chief Eed Feather - 47 
 
 Childish Meditation 43 
 
 Comforting Thoughts 31 
 
 Does Death End All? 15 
 
 Do Your Duty , 24 
 
 Endurance 54 
 
 God Is Love 42 
 
 God = Life ..26 
 
 Happiness 34 
 
 Hope 34 
 
 How Do You Know? 13 
 
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If I Should Die Tonight? 12 
 
 I Know 22 
 
 In Memory of Lola 26 
 
 It Will Always Pay - 50 
 
 I Will 32 
 
 Keep a Smiling Face 37 
 
 Keep on Trying 28 
 
 Keep the Sunshine in Your Soul 52 
 
 Kindness - 35 
 
 Knowledge 27 
 
 Let the Children Play 21 
 
 Little by Little 36 
 
 Little Drops 38 
 
 Living 37 
 
 Looking the Wrong Way 38 
 
 Love 29 
 
 Make Your Life a Shining Light 21 
 
 My Sweetheart 29 
 
 Our Dreams 17 
 
 Our Ladder 25 
 
 Patience 33 
 
 Peace 48 
 
 Peace and Harmony 49 
 
 Perseverance „ 51 
 
 Recollections 33 
 
 Right Living 49 
 
 Reward 45 
 
 Scatter Seeds 54 
 
 Seek the Good 56 
 
 Sing and Be Happy 55 
 
 Star of Hope 17 
 
 Star Thoughts 56 
 
 Steadfastness 36 
 
 Tell the Glad Tidings ; 19 
 
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The Horse 39 
 
 The Indian _ 46 
 
 Think Right 57 
 
 There'll Come a Time 14 
 
 Trixie Try 39 
 
 Truth 20 
 
 Truthful Facts 51 
 
 Try 59 
 
 What I Can Do 58 
 
 Why Am I a Spiritualist? 11 
 
 Why Not? 57 
 
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INDEX 
 
 Mrs. Jennie Johnson's Poems. 
 
 Address by Scientific Class 87 
 
 After the Change 85 
 
 A Light Divine 63 
 
 A Necessary Kemedy 93 
 
 Angels' Discipline - 89 
 
 A Warning 71 
 
 A Welcome to Spring --64 
 
 Beautiful Water 94 
 
 Come, Spirits, Come 95 
 
 Consolation 69 
 
 Dedication Poem 96 
 
 God Is Everywhere 102 
 
 Harmony 97 
 
 Heaven for Me 98 
 
 I Live Not in Vain 72 
 
 I Am Weary 73 
 
 In an Autograph ., 98 
 
 In Memoriam _ 101 
 
 In These Happy Golden Days 99 
 
 I Shall be Satisfied 100 
 
 Let Me Go 104 
 
 My Belief 105 
 
 Nettie 105 
 
 Nothing and Something 65 
 
 O. K 76 
 
 Our Circle 106 
 
 Our Picnic 107 
 
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Set Adrift in Mid-Ocean - HI 
 
 Since Love and Me Are One 67 
 
 Smiles and Tears 109 
 
 Spring Ill 
 
 Take Me There —116 
 
 'Tis Thee I Love 118 
 
 The Angel Picture 77 
 
 The Beyond 79 
 
 The Lifting of the Veil 120 
 
 The Light 132 
 
 The New Church Doctrine 82 
 
 The Nurse of FuU-Grown Souls Is Solitude 122 
 
 There Is No Death 115 
 
 To the Unknown Dead 118 
 
 Voices From the Spirit Land 81 
 
 What Is God? 134 
 
 When I Shall Fall Asleep 133 
 
 Why Despair? 110 
 
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The Physio-Medical Health 
 and Beauty Remedies 
 
 The Japanese as a race are noted J*or their superior 
 health. They retain their youth and beauty longer 
 probably than any other nationality. The secret of 
 their longevity, youthful appearance and clear com- 
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 Dr. Jennie French, who is an American graduate of 
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 Knowing, as she certainly does, the great value of the 
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 The method of introduction is explained on another 
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 TOII=ET REQUISITES 
 
 Hair Grower will surely promote hair's growth if the 
 
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 Hair Restorer is not a dye, but restores hair to its 
 
 natural color. 
 Face Tonic, tones the skin so as to keep it youthful. 
 Wrinkleoid, as the name implies, removes and prevents 
 
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 Tan and Preckle IsOtion removes tan and freckles, mak- 
 
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 FEMAI.I: REMEDIES 
 
 Pemale Suppositories — two kinds — prevents use of the 
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 Uterine Tonic is an ever present help in time of need. 
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 Mother's Friend makes childbirth a pleasure and drives 
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 Catarrh Remedy is used as a douche to stop a cold and 
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 Constipation Tablets cause the liver to act, curing the 
 Constipation. 
 
 Pile Rem.6dy. These suppositories are welcomed by 
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 Diphtheria Powders not only cure, but if used after ex- 
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 Composition Powders. A universal remedy in all acute 
 attacks of Colds, LaGrippe, Pneumonia, and Sup- 
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 Heart Tablets. These are a tonic, not a stimulant; 
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 ZiaGrippe Remedy is hailed with delight by the sufferer 
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 Typhoid Pever never has its usual run if the patient 
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 Appendicitis in its early stages is relieved, and nine- 
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 MXSCEI.I.ANEOUS REMEDIES- 
 
 Kidney and Bladder Remedy, useful to young and old 
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 Cougrh Syrups — three kinds — Bronichial, Lung and Stom- 
 
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 Whooping' Coug'li Remedy proves a panacea in this most 
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 Blood Purifier for Scrofula, Syphilis, Cancer, etc., has 
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 Xiockjaw and other forms of Tetanus are quickly re 
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 Diabetes. This remedy, coupled with the proper diet 
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 Brig-lit's Disease is handled with our remedies in a man- 
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 Consumption Remedy proves in three-rourths of the 
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 Eye Water. By its use the eyes are strengthened, 
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 WE HAVE MANY OTHER REMEDIES. 
 
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 It is not necessary to explain that many fortunes have 
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 These Physio-Medical Remedies will be prepared under 
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