PS 3505 rare rPSsSO S Book .A7V$£l (bpightN , /?//. COPYRIGHT DEPOSIT. Easter Blessings Franklin Pierce Carrigan Lettered by Oswald Cooper Published by W A.Wildp Company Boston and Chicarip Zmu • /477r^3 Copyright, 1911 by W A.Wilde Company CCI.A27S977 Dawn 7 Easter Morning 9 My Gift of Lilies 11 The Divine Call ij Sundown 15 Easter Evening 17 Sunny Days 19 God Bloss'Thee-Dear 21 The Passing On 23 The Aspon Tree 05 Predestination 17 Behold the Man 29 Thp Assumption Lily 31 Nicdit and Morn 33 D awn b»k up to whore tho hills are flushed With dawn's red penciling Look up to whore an andel dpes On silver-flashing v^ngs-, look up to where the lark of morn Is soaring, whilst he sinds. Look up! the eiouds of yesterday Have vanished with the nicjjitv Like some sweet dream that follows toil The present pj-eets the sidht; Look up! the dawn of dawns has come In majesty and midjit. Easter MotnincL The bells in the steeples are sending Glad messages out on the air; For the night is ended forever, And the day breaks everywhere: O night that was long and lonely! O day that will know no care! Above the vibrant bell-music The perfumes of flowers rise — The incense from natures green altars, Ascending like truth to the skies : O incense sweet and prayer-breathing From hearts that adore and are wise! O hearts of the world that are many As stars in the heavens above! Christ wants you, and needs you, and seeks you In charity, pity and love: O hearts of the world He forgives you, And sends you his peace-oearing dove! My Gift of Lilies. I gathered the lilies from hillside and vale, • The beautiful lilies of Christ; And thought of the time when the angel of God Wth theMr^n held holiest tryst — The time in the mystical long ado That is olden and far away, But comes to all with its memoried charm To rijadden the Easter Day. I send you the beautiful lilies of Christ, The lilies of solace and light; And may their white chalices breathe you their peace At morning, at noontime, and night; And sift their sweet anther-dust over your dreams, To steep them in beauty &- shine — I send you the beautiful lilies o^ Christ The messengers of the Divine. The Divine Call I AM the Resurrection and die Life! The bread and water and the truth ye seek; I shall not give denial to thy wants, Nor be unmindful of thy many needs. The wheat and corn and every $owin$ thin&-— Yq&, een a thing so lowly as the $ass- Are part of that sweet food I offer thee: lam the Resurrection and the Life! Come unto me, my children whom I love — Be not afraid that I shall turn fromye; My love is vast, my arms will fold ye tidht, My kiss will cleanse thy being of unrest- I dwelt amongst ye, and I hnowEill well The conflict and the strife that is thy lot, Through all the days, and nights, and years I call. Gome unto me,my children whom How! Sundown I he sunset, like a smouldering forge In deepening shadows gjows, Upon the fields the evening star Its lambent splendor throws, And now the lovely Easter Day Is sinking to repose. The mellow deep-toned andplus Is pealing far away:, Come let us wander hand in hand Out in the dying day: The love that lives within our hearts Will teach us how to pray. 'Tis-justa mile across the hills Unto the Gothic fane, That grandly lifts its spire of faith Above the misted main-- There Vieath the elms the blessed dead Througp toilless years have lain. Easter Evening^ he music of the or£an steals Adown the aisles in mellow peals. The anthem from the choir floats -*- From many silver-fluted throats. 'Twere if a stream went murmuring by And birds were carolling on higfi, Whilst rose leaves floated through the air, And shed their redolence of prayer. The homeward path winds dusk between The wild^thorn hedries buddinri $reen, Then oer the star-bathed fields it £oes, Past orchards white with blossoms snows. W> do not speak — the silence holds A meahind that no speech unfolds: W& merely clasp each other's hand, That heart and neart may understand* O happy days of Eastertide! Wth us forevermore abide, And fill with kindliness and cheer The hearts of those who doubt £/fear. Thou art the sun-bathed, lilied shrine Of faith matured in love divine., The radiant portals open wide — O happy day of Eastertide! Sunny Days The days I spend with thee, dear friend, Are sunny days of pure delight That £leam like mile-stones onthemy, And mark the course of time's swift flight. Their dawns are crimsoned with the flush Of happiness that is to be; Their twilights hold the vanished suns That ray the bri^it futurity. The days I spend with thee, dear friend, Are free from turmoil, pain and care — A joy holds thrice its recompense If one we love its pleasure share. Qod made the world so beautiful, Oer-oanopied by heavens blue; And what it many hearts prove felse If one remains forever true? God BlessTTi€>€>,Dear GOD bless thee, dear! this Eastertide, Wherever thou may he; My thoughts $o out across the miles In tenderness to thee. I trust the OneWho rose to-day Will keep thee in His care, And flood thy lire with happiness, And drant thine every prayer. God bless thee, dear! — there are no words More eloquent than these Or friendships crystal pledge ol peace, Tliat knows no bitter lees. Thy kindliness and sympathy Have been a golden stair, That led me up ambition s slope And crowned me victor there. The Passing On I is right mesprinj&imo of the year *• Should claim Christ's passing on To that sweet Spirit-land of peace, That knows no sotting sun. I is right the flowers then should nil with perfume all the air; That tells throughout the world shoula rind Their melodies orprayer. Tis ridjit the soul should lond to tread The path the Saviour trod, Ano reel the cooling breezes steal Across the clovered sod. The thrush will sind so pleasantly Upon its wild-thorn nest, A melody or nope fulfilled — A threnody or rest. /\ spen tree, aspen tree, why So you / \ quiver, JL \ And tremble and whisper sc\ On mountain and hillside, by roadway and river, When never a breeze doth blow? Why So you sigh as if you were weeping, Forsaken and unconsoled, When all of your kindred are happily sleeping Or waking to dayligfits dold? Far back in a time that is vague & olden As a pyramid covered with moss, My wood was axed till its sap dripped dolden, And they fashioned me into a ctoss Whereon the flesh of a King was riven, Whilst loved ones stood weeping by^ ButI feel when the dead of the world arefor&ven, I, too, shall be called on higfi. Predestination I T could not pass, it was to be. The $rief in fair Gethsemane, i \ The scourgjin^and the mocking cries ^Ascending, to the pitying skies, The crown of thorns and dripping blood That stained the cross of aspen wood — It could not pass, it was to be. The adpny on Calvary! It cannot pass, it is to be, Each life must know Gethsemane, And tread alone the narrow way That leads from darkness into day, And wear the crown o^ cruel thorns, And bear the cross at many morns — It cannot pass, it is to be, Each life must bleed on Calvary! It will not pass, it is to be, The city by the sapphire sea. The lilied wand that all will hold lb ope the g^tos of jaspored dold. The greeting and the welcoming. Of myriad angels on the wind — It will not pass, it is to be, GoS s kingdom after Calvary! BeholcLtheMan! Behold the MANI^he world may well repeat-, This truly was a man in word and deed— . In pity, wisdom, majesty and love, True attributes that make the perfect man. "Behold the MAN!" calls out a mystic voice Like bells that peal in cadences of prayer, And Jo! our restless hearts are filled with peace, And reidns eternal love rbrevermore. Each thorn which circles that pale,humid brow Bespeaks the mute reproach of suffering man; Each tear which trembles in those yeamind eyes Has all the pity of a God Divine. No grief was cheater than the ^rief He No pain was sharper than the pain He felt; "Yet fell those words like rain in desert €€ lands: Fathervfordive; they know not what ^ they doP Thp Assumption Lily [ ily bloom, lily bloom, shaped like a chalice, 1 — J Glowing with anthers or gold, White as the marble of temple or palace, Or leaves of forgiveness scrolled. — Why are you veiled with the mystery and glory Of moonbeams &- sun-molded bars? Lily bloom, lily bloom, tell us your story, Wonderful, hidh as the stars. I was brought by fairest andel o^ rieaven To Nazareth lond ago, And unto beautiful Mary was $iven— An emblem of purity s snow. I lay on her breast when Calvary trembled ■ At words of the dyind Christ-, 111 plead for the dead of the world assembled The day of judgment tryst. Ni&ht and Morn I imned in the afterojow Three crosses of aspen rise* JL—> And bleeding &> thorn-crowned The Prince of fordjveness lies; And O the yeamindlove That turns in His dyind eyes! Over the dawn-flushed hills An andel is windmd low, As up the hillside path The sorrowing faithful dp. And by the riven tomb The andel waits in the plow. He Whom ye seek is dpne!" (( The andel of Heaven says — Gone in duise of the flesh, But thine in spirit always.- He Whom ye seek yell find At the endind of earth's days ! " m - 1 ' wfi One copy del. to Cat. Div. JAN T 1911