,-t°^ e « . . * A 'T.«* ,0 ^Ar<^ .-^^^ y ^< o • * * ^^v .^^, ^Z ,^, >e,^^^. ,^', \^^ ' #•« 6°^ ^'^^'i' '^ "*^o^ \^. Z3.ri /Wfr^^Z^Z^^M-.^^^^ Heart Helps (A CoHection of Selected Poems) BY SETH RUSSELL DOWNIE, A. M. (Princeton) ® AUTHOR OF 6» 'A TALE THAT IS TOLD/^ i ... "CAP AND BELLS/' ' > . ■ "COLD LEAD FOR LEATHERN CHRISTIANS,' "THE W0RKER'S GETHSEMANE/* "AN INCENTIVE WORTH WHILE/' "SULPHURETTES/' ETC., ETC. I. M. Beaver, Printer, Bangor, Pa. t907. LIBRARY of CONGRESS Two Copies Keceiveci NOV 20 1907 Copyright tniry /3 l<{^1\ CLASsf/? COPY B. Copyright, 1907, by Sbth Russell Downib. Published, September, 1907. To Mr Good WirE, whosk loving and loyal interest, whose coveted but candid criticism are and ever shall be an all-sufficient Reward. ^ixxti'axtixb. After frequent solicitations from a wide circle of friends— true and tried— this brief collection of thoughts and feelings, prompted bj a heart that loves though all too imperfectly, has found its way to you on its earnest errand. With a possible exception or two, all of the poems herein noted have appeared in some of the very best magazines, religious journals and secular newspapers of eastern United States. Particular gratitude is due the brilliant and beloved Dr. Richard Sill Holmes, of "The Westminster," of Philadelphia, for the publication of a great many— and in every instance the best received. In making a selection, the author was swayed solely by the written and spoken requests of friends and family— absolutely unsolicited- and hence all the more irresistible. We are told that '■'■poetry is closely related to rnusic. Like music it awakens * * mysterious feelings which cannot be expreesed in ordinary speech: and the person who fails to catch the subtle melody of a poem gets but little from it even though he understands perfectly the meaning of the words.'''' In these modest pages, no particle of claim is lodged to subtility of melody. If, however, there be even the slightest strain of music running through the smallest portion of these lines, it has been quietly born of a boundless love for the good Master and a desire to help some heart to know and enjoy a new delight in the service of its great Lover. Should this be the happy result of HEART HELPS, the author feels that the little eddies of restfulness, that have already been created in many a tell-tale heart, will unite with others to form a delightsome sea of song and serenity in which his own heart may find its overflowing cup. In the present volume the writer has purposely erred upon the side of a paucity rather than of a multiplicity of verse. SeTH RUSSBI.L DOWNIE. Stone Manse Township or Straban Countt or Adams Pennsylvania August 13th, 1907. Heart-Helps Behind the Veil. Beneath the starlit blue All nature sleeps, The moon her vigil keeps — Her vigil true. Beyond the starry sky And moon so pale- Sits Christ behind the veil With watchful eye. Behind the hidden veil ! O blessed thought With benediction fraught — Though all else fail. Hcatt-Helps The Inner Plea. Train me, my Lord, In looking over life With its scene and strife, To hug it to my heart — Juit as I am. Teach me, my Lord, On life's great lesson bent With mind and soul intent. To keep Thee in my heart — Just as Thou art. Take me, my Lord, At last, when life is o'er With soul safe on yon shore To dwell within Thy heart — Just as I am. A Contrast. Two cherubs born of gentle parentage — The one a girl, the other one a boy; Two babies fair that bro't their parents joy; Two children whom the wiles of play engage; Two youths within the schoolroom — minds intent; Two sweethearts launched on love's rose-tinted sea; Two parents— father's joy and mother's glee. But now (strange mystery I) the picture's rent. Heart-Helps The woman rises high in folks' esteem, The man (by some odd fate) a tramp becomes And wanders o'er the earth— a prince of slums. Thus reads life's tale. Enough! Begone— sad theme. Love's Heart's Desire. When I contemplate Life and its short day, A puff of vapor 'tween me and yon shore; A pilgrimage, and then the journey o'er Ere few miles of the jaunting fade away; A call to arms, and now the battle's stay; A rose plucked from a wayside bush too soon; The cutting off of light of sun at noon— I marvel at the host of Sin's array. ***** Good Lord, Thou gentle Keeper of Thy sheep. By all Thy messengers of yesterday— The Prophets, Poets, Patriarchs (plain men)— Release from tears all captive eyes that weep, Point men, in gentle love, from Sin's hard way And bid each upright stand— God's own again. Heart-Helps True Peace Profound. Lord, when I kneel before Thy feet To drink deep of Thy cup In pulseless haste — Make bitter sweet, As weary eyes look up. That not a single drop be waste. Thus thru the dense, far-stealing air "We speed the cry that chills Us with distress, Down deep somewhere. Up getting, man's soul fills With strange, seductive silentness. Some call such peace, thru long, lone years- And this their life's delight In shine or rain. In smile or tears. In calm or crushing fright. In pleasure or in pangs of pain. The peace that tells of priceless worth No bitter knows nor sweet; 'Tis all of gold Upon Christ's earth: No dross drops in to cheat The children of the dear Lord's fold. Heatt-Helps Far Better. **Give me a thought, A fine great thought That on it I may live," The world doth cry, And crying reaches far and high In search of truth — Immortal truth. The tireless quest keeps up And 'round goes wisdom's cup In ceaseless stroll. Here ends the goal To which men homage give. *'Give me a friend, A fine great friend That on him I may live," My soul doth cry, And crying reaches far and high In search of Christ- Companion Christ. In Him the search finds rest, No need for further quest, In Him is Truth- Immortal Truth. To Him I homage give. Heart-Helps Holy Day! O Holy Day, Thou hast bro't That without which (wondrous love) Life is naught, Now and alway; Our Father's Gift Best of all — Jesus, the Christ, from above Sent to call Men, and uplift. We welcome Thee, Prince of Peace ! Enter our hearts, 'tis Thy cove; Sin release, Make us free; Bless and defend Help and keep. By Thy Spirit, Heaven's dove, Us Thy sheep. Shepherd and Friend. O Holy Day! Hail! All hail! If thou shoulds't from life remove All would fail- Blest Christmas Day! Heaft-Helps Father in Heaven, We thank Thee For this day— true treasure trove— So holy Which Thou hast giv'n. May its bright ray Sweet peace bring; While from hearts tuned to God's love Let us sing — Hail I Christ's Birthday! In Every Life— a "But." In every life there is a "Z»?/^" — Not one is free, nor e'er will be, While here below — God plans it so. 'Tis thus in palace or in hut : Great — but a leper was he; Good — hut some weakness we see; Glad — hut from burdens unfree; Always a ''huf'' to life's key. There is another *'6m^" in life — It comes to all, both great and small. That this is so, 'tis sweet to know While in the midst of peace or strife:— A leper — hut power to cure; A burden — hut grace to endure; A sorrow— 5i<^ joy to insure; A sin — hut a Christ to make pure. Heart-Helps Thy Soul ShaU Not Die. How oft have we heard the poet's refrain — ^^All things loill dief^ How oft has he changed his rhyming again — '-^Nothing will die!''^ Which is right — '''•nothing^^ or alVf This I get From God's Book : All things will change at last, yet Thy sold shall not die! Let rivers cease flowing just when they choose; Let winds tomorrow their blowing refuse; Let clouds no more return to their fleeting; Let man's heart tire of ev'ryday beating; This much is true: All things must change In life's wide range — Yes, even you. Whether you clasp this philosophy old — ^^All things will die!'''' Or if in your heart this dogma you hold — ^^ Nothing will die!'''' Whate'er be your faith — let this truth remain (If e'er you hope life eternal to gain) Thy sold shall not die! Heart-Helps The Prayer Hour. There is an hour in every day (More sweet than tongue can tell) The hour when heads are bowed to pray, When sick souls are made well; The hour when sorrows melt away When Satan sits in hell, Close list'ning to the words souls say (On mountain or in dell) To Him who is the Truths the Way, In whom these same souls dwell, Who makes their hearts, in coming, gay With songs heaven's choir swell, Who is, in all of life, their stay. Who speaks life's storm to quell For youth and for the aged gray — When rings the curfew bell. There is an hour in every day — More sweet than tongue can tell; It is the hour when good folks pray To Him in whom they dwell. Anon. Complaining soul- -why rent The air with cries thai chill the dark-filled night And throw a gloom-cloud over day's best bright? With all things be content. Heait-Hclps Gifts for the King. What shall the children bring, On Christmas Day, To Christ, the children's King, On Christmas Day? Hands never raised to fight. Feet that walk in the light, Hearts that are pure and white — On Christmas Day. What shall the children bring. On Christmas Day, To Christ, the children's King, On Christmas Day? Lips free from words that blight. Tongues that no truth will slight, Thoughts that make all things bright — On Christmas Day. What shall the children bring, On Christmas Day, To Christ, the children's King, On Christmas Day? Love far above all height, Deeds that are always right, Lives that keep Christ in sight — On Christmas Day. Note.— Written for and affectionately dedicated to the tiny tots of the Children's Church of the Great I'onewago Presbyterian Chnrcli of Hunterstown, (near Gettysburg) Pa., December 4th,'l904, and sung by them at their Christmas celebration Tune:— St. Nicholas. Heart-Helps Cycle Old. Tired frames, Wearied minds; Sleeping comes— Welcome finds. Morning breaks! Mind refreshed, Body wakes. Work begins — Working ends. Darknes comes— Prayer ascends. Tired frames, Wearied minds; Sleeping comes— Welcome finds. ->5- * * Life's repeat- Cycle old. Story sweet, Daily told. Changed. How fruitless seems the labor of my days! I grow discouraged. To pray, to sing, I cease, Work's weary ways increase. Lo! Christ, my King of Love, appears! I pray! I work! I dry my tears! I am encouraged. Life's music wakes : it sings love-labor's praise. Heatt-Helps The Old Sweet Song. When the Christmas bells are sweetly ringing, Then my tho'ts go back to olden times, And I hear the angel voices singing To the music of high heaven's chimes. Far above the dust and din of this earth. Not too far to catch the shepherds' ears. Singing of the wondrous Baby King's birth, Quieting the shepherds' in-felt fears: "On earth good will And peace among all men," Thus they sing Of the King, And sing it o'er again; Now softly, Now loft'ly, ' 'To God all the glory In heavens' highest be. " Then all is still. Which? Sowing life's seeds In daily deeds, Death o'er us creeps — Who is it reaps. Who but our souls— Where time e'er rolls! Bliss or despair- How shall you fare? Heart-Helps The Day of Resolutions. The Day of Resolutions is at hand When good and bad folk take decided stand 'Gainst many things which they themselves abhor And vow a vow to do such things no more. But scarcely has another day begun Before these solemn vows their course have run — So weak men are, so feeble and so frail. Search where you will — it is the same old tale. The four winds blow our vows just where they will And we remain the same poor weaklings still: The North wind blows — our vows begin to freeze. The West wind harder blows— our oaths to seize. The East wind havoc plays with every blow. The South wind melts our fine resolves like snow. And thus it goes from age to coming age — To know this truth one needs not be a sage. That this is so our hearts should much deplore And seek to stay the tide forevermore. But hov^ shall it be done? we well may ask, For it by no means is an easy task. This is the way : Get man to pay the vow He makes on New Year's Day — and do it now, And keep on doing so throughout the year — Both when the way is hid, and when 'tis clear. Heart-Helps Let man be master of his will — God's gift Which from the brutes of earth doth man uplift. This done — of that same will make Christ the King, Then each returning New Year's Day will bring No need of solemn vows nor firm resolves As long as Mother Earth her course revolves. The Day of Resolutions now is here! Let Christ be King and Pilot — He will steer You safely o'er the fickle sea of life: He knows the road— you need not fear the strife. Living. ' '1(8 life worth living?" Soul, why this distress? Seems all emptiness? A message I bring From life's loving King. He asks thee to bless All those comfortless — Thine own life giving. Thy life in giving Haste! Make no delay — Give thyself today. Of thee Christ hath need Other lives to feed — Child lives and lives gray. Live Christ — thou'lt then say : Life is worth iivins:. Heaft-Helps Leading— Living. God leadeth me — Thrice blessed tho't. Yet for this truth Carest thou aught? For pastures green — Glad is thine heart. For waters still — Grateful thou art. But why i8 it When troubles rise Thine heart grows sad And saddened — sighs? When sorrows come Thy home to blight, Why dost thou thrust God far from sight? Pastures are not Forever green ; The drought may come And change the scene. Waters are not Forever still ; The storm may come, And some time will. Heatt-Helps Yet why should this Thy faith defy? 'Tis God who still Guides with His eye — His eye upon thee While He leads, And leading, brings To bonny meads Thy soul again, Thru storm and drought, To where the Star Of Hope peeps out. And once again Thou seest outstretched The pastures green Thy faith hath sketched ; And once again The waters still Thou stoop'st to drink — To drink thy fill. And yet, perhaps. Not here below May pastures grow Nor waters flow In quiet waj^^; But up above These things shall be- Live on in love. Heart-Helps The Stately, Lasting Mansion. * 'Build thou more stately mansions, O, my soul" — A poet, famed and learned, Once did write. But v)hat to build and how — this Tell to me— What sort of '-'- stately mansion^''' Shall they be? For vastly more important These facts are Than telling me to huild^ and Ending there. His words are beautiful, and Wisely put, And in my heart I ponder What he says And bless God for the message To my soul. But while beneath the surface Mine eyes read The meaning that his verses Well convey, I ask myself this question O'er and o'er — Heart-Helps When shall I build (r/iat, and hoiof' Then I hear A voice from God's own white throne High above: "Thou, from day to day, shalt build This alone (Than which there be no mansions Statlier — Wisely building faithfully) CHARACTER." And straightway lifting up mine Eager eyes To where God's voice had pierced the Blue-lit skies, I waited patiently for His next words. And with a tenderness so Fatherly, He said: "And thou shalt build this Mansion well If thou wilt take as thine own Architect — Jesus, My well-beloved Son, the Christ." And then it was that I learned, And learned well. Heart-Helps What sort of "stately mansions" — How and when — The Father God of earth-born Human kind Would have His own dear children Always build. * * -x- O, may the blessed Spirit Ever aid Earth's sons and daughters thus to Daily build The stately, lasting mansion CHARACTER. A Prayer. (litre 17 :21.) Rule in my heart, Thou King Divine- Govern alone. And give me strength Throughout life's length Each day to make For Thy Name's Sake That inward Kingdom, Master mine— Thine own. Thine own. Amen. Heart-Helps Dawn. A lone star glows In a far-away sky; A lone cock crows In a farm yard close by, While Dame Nature awakes — And daylight breaks. Day has begun; And the warm, welcome glow Of rising sun Seems all eager to throw A joyous thrill Over valley and hill. The world's at work: And the toil of the day (Which none should shirk) Bids night-thoughts flee away- For life's bread must be won Ere day is done. The toil of day, Be the task hard or light, Should make us gay — If our toiling be right. Greet the first ray Of awakening day! Heart-Helps Cap and Bells. All lands are filled with tragedy today! This very moment deadly deeds are done 'Neath blinking stars, neath life bestowing sun— In places here--in places far away; Life's problems grimly peer : and human eyes Beholding, backward start in mute surprise. Men will not fight — they'd rather run and play. But runnmg will not rid of anything. If so, much of all tragedy would cease And human kind would smile serene in life. Run faster? Closer, harder, surer cling The problems — which in turn do but increase. Men, tired growing, fool-like flee stern life. And now the end ! The mood to cut life's cord comes on. At bay— the cap and bells men don. All things attend To breathe a cheap solution in the ear — And wearied with life's problems, weaklings hear, The chance for cheap escape they grasp And to their bosoms fondly clasp The hovrgeois method for complete release. Struck is the hour! The mood has won! Decease! Heart-Helps Amused, the sea has nodded — "Come!" The strand of hemp, the ball of lead, The on-turned gas, the poison cup, The glittering blade of steel — Whatsoever doth appeal — Is firmly grasped, is taken up ! The thirst for one's own blood is fed ! Unloosed — a soul has found its home. Good God ! Help us, who Thine own image bear, To don the garment of plain duty fair, (Be it of silk, or made of camel's hair,) And every day with grace that garment wear ! O, keep us from the wild'ring, blinding glare Of cheap solutions of our earth's-day care. Real heroes help us to be in life's warfare — When quiet rules, when herald trumpets blare. Up — brother Man — 'tis courage tells ! Fight well — and win. To kill is Sin. Pull from thy head the cap and bells. Queer Quest. We search out the good with zest- Then turn from our quest to rest. O fools — and slow of heart! The good is but a part — Seek not the good, but the best ! Heatt-Helps ANNIVERSARY HYMN. 1731-1906. This is a day of thought, Of praise, of prayer, of tears. What wondrous things our God hath wrought For us, thru by-gone years ! 'Tis well to stand and think On this historic height And stretch our hands out o'er the brink Toward Him who is our Light. To some — the past is sad. For memories run deep : Yet even then for all 'tis glad Since God the past doth keep, Blest be the sainted dead, Praised be the God of love Whose guiding hand our fathers led From glory heights above. The present fills with joy Drawn from the years now fled What is there dares this joy alloy? March on — with faithful tread ! For God, then do and dare — He fights with him who fights ! Let songs of vict'ry rend the air — Ascend the frowning heights. Heart-Helps Hope rings thru future days- Keep pressing on and up. Why fear the hid, why dread the maze? God's love o'erflows the cup. Lift high the hoary head, Look up — not back nor down. Fight, work and pray — time soon is sped. And then will come the crown. This, this will not be long — So soon the years do fly. When we are gone our children's throng Shall float the banner high. And He who loves His fold, Whate'er their name or clime. Will guard and guide, defend and hold Our church through years of time. Note. — Written for and used at the celebration of the 175th An- niversary of the Walnut Street Presbyterian Church, Bath, Pa., Sept. 14, 1906. Contentment. I do not understand all things That life from somewhere daily brings; I would not — if compelled! I'm glad Christ hath withheld So many things from me (So merciful is He) And this is why my glad soul sings. Heart-Helps Discontent, Go slower Time — When pleasures rise To grace the feast And scatter sighs ; When business deals Our minds engage, You are too quick To turn the page, When tasks o'erwhelm Too big for hours — Go slower Time — Let these be ours. Go faster, Time — When pain we feel Too great for skill Of man to heal ; When sorrows shed Their cruel rays To blight the life Thru length of days ; When scenes perplex The mind and heart — Go faster, Time — Till these depart. Heart-Helps THEN. Out of the deeps of a heart born to grief, I sighed . Forth cried a yearning for relief. "God sleeps"— I said aloud. Quick from far cloud— a Voice, surpass- ing kind and clear, spake out : "Why doubt? My child— why sigh? Why fear? Be glad ! Rejoice ! " NOW. Out of the deeps of a heart born to joy, I sang. Forth rang a song void of alloy. "God keeps"---I cried aloud. Quick from far cloud — God spake : "Well pleased am I with thee, good friend. Depend on Me contin- ually— I ne'er forsake." The Only Life. The simplest life a man can live. The highest life that God can give, The sweetest, best, most dutiful. The bravest, the moet beautiful. Is the hidden life with Christ. Heart-Helps The Better Part. One day, while slowly strolling here and there (That day had bro't a burden hard to bear) Amid the flowers in my garden fair — Upon the quiet of the evening air There rose and fell a fragrance wondrous rare. And from my heart up sprang this joyous prayer- *'0 Saviour, make my life a fragrant flower ! " The sun had scarcely risen one fine morn When, as I listened, to mine ears were borne (In tones as sweet as Alpine shepherd's horn) From bush and tree, as tho' by nature torn. The songs of birds — songs by world-taints un- shorn. Then burst a prayer from my heart long f orlorn- <'0 Saviour, make my life a song-filled bird !" It chanced that on the holy Sabbath Day My feet (by habit driven) went to pray Up to the House of God, my tho'ts astray- Filled with the strains of life's cold, weary way- I heard the children singing blithe and gay. Ashamed, my heart took courage then to say — ^'O, Saviour, make my life a gladsome hymn ! ' Heart-Helps Onward ! There's Much to Do. Onward, ye friends of Jesus- Fight, watch and pray alway ! Float high His royal standard Its progress must not stay. From vict'ry unto vict'ry Press onward, one and all, Till each proclaims Him Master When he has heard His call. Onward ! Let nothing halt us ! Onward ! Step fast and strong- Conquering and to conquer. Singing the victor's song. Do something now for Jesus- Think what He did for you! List ! 'tis our Captain's war-cry — '•'■Onvmrd! There's much to do! Onward ! Our Lord is with us — He fights with those who fight ; He is our mighty Captain Our King of Love and Light. He gives us strength for conflict And grace for each day's work ; They are but churls who falter — 'Tis only cowards shirk. Heart-Helps Great Captain of Salvation, Hear ! 'Tis our pledge to Thee : We give our whole endeavor To fight most valiantly. Help us to plan our work well- Help us to viork our ^;>^an. Oh, keep us close to Thee, Lord— Thou Leader of the Van ! Note.— Written for and dedicated to the Union Y. P. S. C. E of Bath, Pa., and used for the first time at their Fourteenth Annual Cele- bration, February 3rd, 1907. Tune:— 20th Century Ecumenical Hymn of Missions. WHY? We eat, we drink ; We sleep, we wake ; We work, we play — And why? To keep the laws of health, To lay up priceless wealth, To taste of life's keen zest, To serve our fellows best. To act the man or whelp — To hinder or to help? We work, we play; We sleep, we wake; We eat, we drink- Now why? Heaft-Helps Desideratum. God, from the great deep of Himself, Pours forth His life In mother-love : So unforsaking, changeless He, Yet just and righteous, When we sin He feels it, And His hand is felt In firm correction laid Upon our straying souls— His voice is heard To call us back Into the narrow way that leads to perfect light And we find shelter in His mother-heart of love. O, wondrous God ! So unforgetting, kind— So glad to lead Thy child Back to Thyself ! How can we be so senseless Ever To leave Thy side? 'Tis all so strange and sinful. Father — We plead Thy love That forth forever flows — Make us as unforsaking As Thou art. Heart-Helps Then we shall better know The mystery Of Calvary — And live our lives more nearly As we ought. Does God Care? Does God care? Is He my friend? When cares upon me shower, When evil storm-clouds lower, When in temptation's hour. When fighting Satan's power, When fades life's fairest flower- Will He defend? Does God care? God does care ! He is my friend ! His care both day and night. Bends o'er the sparrow's flight. And shields the lily white. Of more worth in His sight, His child He will not slight. He will defend ! God does care 1 Heart-Helps Sic Passim. Sometime to everyone, Treading life's road, The cross one has to bear Seems a great load. Such is the lot of earth — No soul goes free, To-day somewhere some cross Drags heavily. Even God's Son — our Lord — Knew what this meant, As on to Calvary Weary He went. Simon — Gyrene's son — Christ's cross must share. So must we every one Other's cross bear. But if alone compelled Our cross to drag — Let not our faith grow dim, Nor courage flag. Light may our crosses be — Lighter each day — Till in the Land of Crowns We come to stay. Heatt-Helps E'en tho' some heavy feel, Think of that place Where Cross gives way to Crown, There turn thy face. A Prayer. Gentle Jesus — gently lead Thy wee lamb By the crystal waters calm — Shield and feed. Gentle Jesus — gently guide Thine old sheep Thru death's waters dark and deep Calm and hide. Morning' Supplication. Lord, as to-day I follow the trace — Lord, as to-day THE WAY'S foes I face- Faint is my soul — Take Thou control! Walking or fighting— clothe me with grace. Lord, as to-day life's pathway I tread — Lord, as to-day by Thee I am fed — My faith increase — Bid doubting cease! Walking or feeding — Thy light overspread. Heart-Helps The Path to Fame. Think not that by thy wild endless dreaming Of noblest deeds of largest ambition They will appear before thy dreaming eyes A finished product dropped from yonder skies As if by magic, whilst past thee sitting Dreaming, golden hours silent flitting. Mock at thy vision In fond derision, Not by such pastime Upward wilt thou climb. 'Tis by thine own brow-sweat's constant streaming That such things find their only fruition. Work! Hustle! Labor! Grind! A ceaseless round — By these things, not by dreams, true fame is found. The Way of the Cross. Dawn, noon, dusk — and day is done ! Dusk, night, dawn — and day's begun ! The months go by — Years multiply ! Days, months, years— life's race is run ! But we go on to glory or to gloom — To endless death — to life in fullest bloom. O soul of mine, heed well thy journey's end! Cling to the Cross — to glory is its trend! Hcatt-Hclps Modes and Tenses. The sky hangs dull (grim scene!) So dull and gray Up over head — My spirit-life, So blithe and gay, Within seems dead. The sky above is blue, So blue and clear, And then, ah! then My spirit-life is gay, So gay (how queer!) And blithe again. Love and Light. *'God is Light"— *'God is Love"— Wondrous thought! Thus John taught From above — Endless height. Message true — Love and Light ; Love unceasing, Light increasing Do not slight — 'Tis for you. Heart-Helps Transformed. The Son of God became the Son of Man— And over earth a glory trail was trod. All life took on new meaning by His walk, All problems found solution by His talk. And as He walked and talked in days of old, One mighty truth His coming did unfold : The Son of God became the Son of Man- Thus sons of men became the sons of God. Experience. Transgression, iniquity and sin; Confession, forgiveness, perfect peace— These tell the story of the fighting soul; II lighting loses; fighting— wins control. Strange warfare! Blessed end! Conquering soul! Transgression, iniquity and sin ; Confession, forgiveness, perfect peace Am Ende. Worn out. with ceaseless, pitiless working. Daily doing all things, nothing shirking. The end draws near; God's voice we hear Caliino- where no earth-born task is lurking. Heatt-Hclps Keeping Guard. Five things I well must guard If I would live aright From dawn to darkest night : The words that I use; The acts of my life; The tho'ts that are rife; The comrades I choose. To watch these four is hard. But if I neglect, In any respect, To watch o'er my heart, I've yet to commence My work of defence, For there I must start. 'Tis from this citadel The issues of life flow, God's Word has told me so. Then guard it and watch well. Life's stronghold defend ! On God's help depend. Thine is a minor part, A minor part to play, Hark ! Hear thy Father say : ' . •TIIK PATH TO FAME."" Omit period at end of sixtli line. 'CONKKSS CHRIST TJ)1{D." J.inc thicc siioiild read ''canH.'' not '■■nuiK.''' fHH ^1 I : «5.'^V '. * •^^^^^ .' ^^0^ <^ ♦•i^ o 4 >-^ . « * • o^ -^^