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Calmly I turned and looked into \)Our face 
 
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 ■HOPE,- 
 
 BY HAROLD SPEAKMAN 
 
 DECORATIONS 
 6y i/ie AUThOR 
 
 THOMAS Y. CROWtLL COMPANY 
 
 NEW YORK 
 

 Copyright. 1917, by 
 THOMAS Y. CROWELL COMPANY 
 
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 JUL -9 1917 
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 TO LOIS WAKEFIELD 
 
The author thanks the publishers 
 of The Churchman, Greenwich 
 Village, The Christian Herald, 
 The Comet and Christian Work 
 for their courteous permission to 
 reprint the following verses. 
 
CONTENTS 
 
 Grieve Not 9 
 
 Toward Freedom / / 
 
 Truth 13 
 
 To a Garden 15 
 
 Sight 19 
 
 I Look l^nto the Hills 21 
 
 To Pain 23 
 
 Rhythm 24 
 
 The Lamps of God 25 
 
 Man-o'-War 29 
 
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 J GRIEVE NOT 
 
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 • Grieve not that thou must play the 
 I minor part 
 
 • Onl\) to follow, where thou couldst 
 J have led 
 
 I With all the skill of him whose 
 
 J crystal notes 
 
 I Shrill forth so brilliantly — so 
 
 { brilliantly — 
 
 I // thou art weary and a wistful 
 
 I tear 
 
 ! Rests gentl}) on th\) cheek — ^<^ "o' 
 
 I ashamed, 
 
 • For in thy heart is naught of 
 ! bitterness 
 
 I And all is Well ; play thou but on 
 
 t and on 
 
 I Until some time, when bending 
 
 I low th\) head 
 
 I In reverence and in humility, 
 
 I Thou seest about thee in the 
 
 I Silences 
 
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Rapt, list' ning faces where before 
 
 were none ; 
 Not men — ah no, but more — the 
 
 Souls of Men. 
 
TOWARD FREEDOM 
 
 Swift from the stagnant doubts 
 
 that cling 
 About us, chill and crystalline 
 Rise up, O silent Heart, and fling 
 Your song on high, far-echoing ; 
 " This day — this day is yours, 
 
 and mine ' ' ! 
 
 Beyond the weary visioning 
 
 Of baseless fears that clutch and 
 
 twine 
 Rise up, O splendid Heart — and 
 
 sing— 
 
What matter if the wild rain 
 
 sting ? 
 It is a wholesome anodyne 
 To heal you from the prisoning — 
 Rise up, and make the glad cr\) 
 
 ring : 
 "Each day — each da^ is yours 
 
 and mine ' ' ! 
 
TRUTH 
 
 We looked upon the veiled face 
 
 of Truth 
 Intently, you and I, then spohc at 
 
 last 
 With all the swift impulsiveness 
 
 of youth 
 And told what we had seen. 
 
 Each stood aghast 
 Because the space between us 
 
 seemed so vast. 
 Awhile we paused, then with a 
 
 waking smile 
 Truth flamed before us, radiant 
 
 as the sun — 
 
 / came, half-blindly groping for 
 ^our hand 
 
With tear-dimmed e\)es, to mal^e 
 
 you understand 
 That now — / k^ew your Truth 
 
 and mine. Were one. 
 
TO A GARDEN 
 
 Gethsemane — Gethsemane — 
 How like a soft breeze o'er the 
 
 sea 
 Your name comes gently back 
 
 to me. 
 
 Back from the hills of Galilee, 
 Back through the red years' 
 
 panoply, 
 Through Faith you sing of Peace 
 
 to be, 
 Gethsemane — 
 
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Down from the hills of Galilee 
 
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SIGHT 
 
 My soul is young, its vision strange 
 and new, 
 
 Things of the present, tower 
 giantesque 
 
 About me, and each shadow shape 
 that falls 
 
 Upon the path ahead, gaps like 
 a pit 
 
 Until I pass its cool, mysterious 
 shade 
 
 And come with clearer vision to- 
 ward the day. 
 
 Beyond /np close horizon there 
 
 may lie 
 Calm, peaceful plains, or savage, 
 
 unknown ways, 
 But let me hasten on — for this I 
 
 know : 
 
" Through joy, and sorrow, and 
 
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 the blessed light 
 
 
 That follows sorrow, shall I learn 
 
 
 to see. " 
 
 
 
 
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I LOOK UNTO THE 
 HILLS 
 
 Oft I have seen a little child at 
 
 play 
 Upon an upland path where 
 
 flowers grew 
 Braving the brambles and the 
 
 early dew 
 To pick, ihe fairest flower of the 
 
 day 
 Which as he grasped it, seemed 
 
 not half as ga^ 
 As one beyond his reach, in size 
 
 and hue 
 Till gaining that, he soon forgot 
 
 it too 
 In striving for another 'cross the 
 
 way. 
 
 So let me live, that when at length 
 I see 
 
Within my hand each garland I 
 
 have sought 
 I may not rest content where last 
 
 I trod. 
 But looking toward the summit 
 
 eagerly 
 Drop all my faded blossoms down 
 
 as naught, 
 Finding the path leads up and 
 
 up — to God. 
 
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TO PAIN 
 
 You came to me with solemn, 
 
 swathed brow 
 Brooding above me, till the day 
 
 and night 
 Whirled into one, beneath the 
 
 bitter blight 
 Of your pale garment and I l^new 
 
 not how 
 To suffer more. Then, from the 
 
 torture place — 
 As one who fears no sterner, 
 
 harsher end — 
 Calmly I turned, and looked into 
 
 ^our face 
 And l^new \>ou then — Interpreter 
 
 and Friend. 
 
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 I RHYTHM 
 
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 4 Oh, I he chant of a wind-swung 
 
 I tree 
 
 § And the great voice of the sea 
 
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 And the rhythmic beat of march- 
 ing feet 
 
 I Bring joy to the heart of me. 
 
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 / I^now the song of the rain 
 And the call of the wood and the 
 plain 
 
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 I Teach me that symphony of foys 
 
 I and Fears 
 
 I The thund'ring Rhythm of the 
 
 I passing Years. 
 
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THE LAMPS OF GOD 
 
 Out in the silent vastness of the 
 night 
 
 Foot-free I wander, musing on 
 the wide 
 
 Star-studded portals and the time- 
 less light 
 
 Of stars, which in the gates of 
 Heaven, tide 
 
 The mighty shock, of each 
 
 millennium 
 With steadfast glow, and light the 
 
 age to come. 
 
 Shine on — thou Lamps of God 
 
 that bring to me 
 Unceasing promise of eternity. 
 
Out in the silent Vastness of the night 
 
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 MAN-O'-WAR 
 
 
 The tossing \^ears have swept me 
 
 
 far astray. 
 
 
 Bleached out the Colours and 
 
 
 ejffaced m\) name. 
 
 
 Lost me in mist, seared me in 
 
 
 battle flame, 
 
 
 But now I fear not, thou I feel 
 
 
 the blame — 
 
 
 For I have learned to pra^. 
 
 
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