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 COPYRIGHT DEPOSrr. 
 
'i'liiis with the yf.ir. 
 
 Seasons return, but not to me returns 
 Oa.N . or the sweet approach of even or morn. 
 Or sipht of ^'ernaI bloom, or summer's rose, 
 Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; 
 
 So much the rather thou. cele.<tial Light. 
 Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers 
 Irradiate; there pl.Tnt eyes; all must from thence 
 Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell 
 Of things invisible to mortal sight. 
 
 JoK.v Milton. 
 (Paradise Lost, Bk. III.) 
 
HIDDEN BEAUTIES 
 
 BY 
 
 HARVEY A. FULLER 
 
 AtTHDU, Poet and Ij:cti'rer 
 
 ('xradiiate of Hillsdale Collese, Hillsdale, Michigan, and former student 
 of New York City Institution for the liliiid 
 
 WITH KORKWURI) nv 
 
 PROF. HARRY S. MYERS, A.M., B.D. 
 
 <'.eneral Secretary <>f the Tnited Society of Free Baptist Yoiini: People 
 AMI AN APPRKCIATION K\ 
 
 DR. KINGSBURY BACHELDER, A.M., L. H. D. 
 
 Greek Department. Hillsdale College 
 IN'TROIirCTIONS BY 
 
 JOSEPH W. MAUCK 
 
 I'rtsiilent of Hillsdale CoUey^e 
 
 MISS FANNY CROSBY 
 
 Author of ■Rescue the Perishint;," "Pass Me Not, (>. Centle Savior,' 
 and many other Gospel .Songs in popular use 
 
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CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Forewords IJ-13 
 
 An Appreciation 14 
 
 Introductions 15-17 
 
 You and I 18-19 
 
 Author's Preface 21-26 
 
 The Beauty of Friendship 27-2S 
 
 The Beauty of Girlhood 29-30 
 
 1 he Beauty of Misdirected Love 3I-J2 
 
 Tlie Beauty of Sympathy 33-34 
 
 The Beauty of a Merry Heart 35-36 
 
 The Beauty of Home Life 37-38 
 
 A Thing of Beauty is a Joy Forever 39-40 
 
 The Beauty of a Quiet Life 41-42 
 
 T he Beauty of Nature 43-44 
 
 The Beauty of Motherhood 45-46 
 
 The Beauty of Benevolence 47-48 
 
 The Beauty of Providence 49-50 
 
 The Beauty of Rural Life 51-S- 
 
 The Beauty of True Eloquence 53-54 
 
 The Beauty of Social Life 55-56 
 
 The Beauty of Giving 57-58 
 
 The Beauty of Doing 59-60 
 
 The Beauty of Old Age 61-62 
 
 7 he Beauty of Good Manners 63-64 
 
 The Beauty of Relationship 65-66 
 
 The Beauty of Abstemiousness 67-68 
 
 The Beauty of Truth 67 
 
 The Beauty of Loving "o 
 
 The Beauty of Song Life 71-72 
 
 The Beauty of Hope 73 
 
 Farewell to the Muse 74-/5 
 
 Eook.s, Songs and Lectures 76-78 
 
FORE WORD. 
 
 !Mr. Harvey A. Fuller was born in Jefferson County, 
 New York, November i. 1834. He went with his father 
 and step-mother into C'hio at tlv.- age of five, and in due 
 time entered the public schools of Akron. He had com- 
 pleted the necessary work to become a rural school- 
 teacher, when an accident caused the loss of his eyes. 
 
 He was soon appointed to the New York City 
 School for the Blind, where he remained for the five 
 years' course of study. Miss Fanny Crosby was one of 
 h.is teachers She celebrated her eiglityfifth birthday 
 March 2.), 1905, and has contributed over eight thou- 
 sand hymns to our Christian literature. 
 
 After completing this course of study, Mr. Fuller 
 entered the regular college course in Hillsdale College, 
 
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Forczi.'ord. 
 
 Hillsdale, Mich. He was graduated in iS6S, having 
 been assisted in his work by the other students, who 
 read to him. 
 
 Since gra(hiation he has lectured, written music, pub- 
 lished books, and written occasional poems for publica- 
 tion in various papers and magazines. 
 
 "Hidden Beauties" is his latest effort. [Much of it was 
 
 composed while he was in bed, suffering from injuries. 
 
 It now goes forth, with the best wishes of his multitude 
 
 of friends. 
 
 Harry .S. AfviiKs, .\. AL, B. D.. Td. B., 
 tleneral Secretary of 
 United Society of Free Baptist 
 
 \'oung People. 
 
JIN APPRECIATION. 
 
 I\]v 1)i:ar ]\Ir. Fuller: 
 
 Your hidden beauties arc not all within this little 
 hook. In your own soul they are, and are too many for 
 so small a volume. They have been unfolding from 
 year to year with.in your life. They are discerned by 
 your friends, and are known to be the substance of poetic 
 life. Your gentleness and patience, cheerfulness and 
 liope, balance of spirit, and kindness of soul, are the 
 real veritus of hidden beauty. 
 
 Your friends now say to this little book, "Go, little 
 book, serve your readers; be useful to them; tell them 
 of the author's kind wishes and genial spirit, his hope 
 and good cheer ; tell them how useful is a gentle friend. 
 and how excellent is the life that lives in open heart 
 and sings with friendly cheer." 
 
 KiNGsnuRY Eaciielder, a. I\I., L. H. D. 
 Greek Department, 
 
 Hillsdale College. 
 
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INTRODUCTION. 
 
 Dear Fkiend Flt.ler: 
 
 For more than thirty years it has been my privilege 
 to grasp your arm on campus and street, and walk in 
 } Liur \va}- iir turn you to mine; to listen to you in your 
 
 _„_, _„„_„ publ'.c lectures; to serve as 
 
 ;■; '1 eyes for fitting copy for 
 
 !::• printers of your books, 
 winch. ha\e Ijroug'ht hope 
 ;"; and inspiratitin to tliou- 
 =:;: sands: and to l)e blessed 
 ;:? with an intimacy which jus- 
 'i;, lifted free salutations by 
 =;:= \our first name. Now comes 
 5;! an irivitation to lay ofif these 
 
 ^kr^>=;";:=;Hr^::^K::w^o:;;:^;:^::^":::i: jo\ous ties, and adopt for a 
 
 time a reserve suitable to the writing uf a formal intro- 
 ductidu to a book. Haljits of mind and heart which 
 have had a grip for a third of a century, are not so 
 easily changed. How could any one of the many friends 
 who have eujoved such intimacy write formally about 
 
 Harvey Fuller? 
 
 IS 
 
Hidden Beauties. 
 
 The great family of Hillsdale College, of which you 
 have been a loved member during the greater part of 
 your three score and ten, will rejoice, as your book goes 
 out on its mission of blessing. Your patience, self-re- 
 liance, extraordinary physical and intellectual industry, 
 and withal your abiding cheerfulness, expressing itself 
 at so many points in sallies of wit, pun, and laughter, 
 have admonished, reproved, inspired, and cheered hosts 
 of men, women and children. Your consciousness that 
 "the light that is in thee" has so widely served your 
 fellows, has in some measure given you a sweet com- 
 pensation for the bitter loss which closed your eyes of 
 the flesh. 
 
 When the white-souled I'anny Crosby, the loving pre- 
 ceptress of your youth, and your faithful friend, said to 
 us a few months ago : "I would not give the light which 
 IS in my soul, for the brightest pair of eyes before me," 
 she added force to the lesson of love to the Father 
 which your life has consistently pressed upon your 
 friends. The spirit which you have manifested in your 
 latest affliction has signally exalted the lesson. Resolved 
 up.Hi the publication of another book to entertain and 
 edify others, and so to render full value for the contribu- 
 butions to your private fortune, you were so absorbed in 
 the composition of one of the poems now in the press, 
 
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JiilrcJiiiiuiu. 
 
 that yuu inuvittint;lv wanck-rcil horn vom- familiar 
 haunts, and suffered that cruel fall whicli lias iiuposcd 
 heavy physical intirnuties h n- your remaining- vcars. The 
 t'rst acute pain had \u>t passed, when, with surprising- 
 fortitude, facing a tedidus cnnfinement to vour hed, you 
 resumed literary work and business plans for the h.mk 
 —so repeating with emphasis your old example of self- 
 I chance, Inioyancy. manly industry, and Christian faith. 
 "^ on gave new prnnf — though none was needed — that 
 you richly merit the cordial and ajjpreciative patronage 
 of the reading public. No one can fail of a Messing 
 from reading wliat lias Ix'cn written under such tr\ing 
 conditions, in a joy.jiis spirit wliii h in the closing lines 
 to the ^luse, spontaneously broke out in a jest. 
 
 It is •■respectfully submitted" that a formal introduc- 
 tion could not add to the Interest aiiij value of these 
 "Hidden Ik-auties." Tlu> author and the i.rofound in- 
 finences of his life are the most fitting introduction. 
 
 Fraternally ^'ours, Joski'ii W. AfAn k. 
 
 Hills.lale. :\[ich. 
 
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Hidden Beauties. 
 
 YOU JIND I. 
 
 To Harvey A. Fuller, My Treasured Schoolmate: 
 
 W't were sitting in the twilight 
 
 Of a day that lingers yet ; 
 Autumn leaves around us faUing 
 
 Left a shadow of regret ; 
 
 I'Vir a ])icture rose before us, 
 
 \\'hile the l)ree;^e came stealing by, 
 
 Of tile years when we were schoolmates, 
 Happy schooiniates, you and I. 
 
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Hidden Bcanlics. 
 
 Oh, the music, love and friendship. 
 
 In that rural home of ours, 
 \\ here we chmhed the hill of science, 
 
 And the path was strewn with flowers ! 
 And the I\luse from old Parnassus 
 
 On her [linions bade us tf y : 
 And at eve we sang together 
 
 Song's of gladness, you and 1. 
 
 Life has brought us many changes — 
 
 \\"e have passed through waters deep: 
 ]'>ut the voice of our Creator 
 
 Lulled the stormy waves to sleej). 
 On the clouds we read His promise. 
 
 In the Ixiw that spanned the skv ; 
 In that promise we are trusting. 
 
 Firmly trusting, you and 1. 
 
 Brother Harvey, treasured sch 
 
 just a word before I close: 
 i\lay your precious little volume 
 
 ."sunshine Ijring where'ei it goes 
 And at last when all is over, 
 
 \\ hen to earth we say Good-bve 
 "In the Christian's home in glnrx 
 
 -May We gather, \ on and I. 
 
 mate, 
 
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Hidden Beauties. 
 
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JiUTHOHS PREFMCE. 
 
 The niiiiislratinii of tlu- Hiililcn llcauties is fmni its 
 very natuiT iiliciionieiial in its actinn. and bv its imcx- 
 l)cctecliu-ss translates us at once into the reahii of ec- 
 stacy. It is like a traveller un the beaten highway 
 when he catches a \'ie\v cif snme lli>\ver\' vale C)r daisy- 
 fleckeil meailnw. i>v an urchard cif i^dlden fruits, where 
 art combines with nature to sralif\- bv its varied gifts 
 the eye and heart nf the enraptured beholder. 
 
 We all know that the \'ery duorways of life are liunsr 
 re tuid witii !l(iwer\- eiulilenis of trntii and beautv that 
 vie in theii- l(i\cliuess with those that graced the c:ar(.len 
 bowers of the lir.■^t parents <if our race, and that those 
 also liloom ;diin^ the liuman path\\a\-, unseen because 
 of the stn])idit\' nf mankind, or because uf a stronsjer 
 view of the sitnatiiiii which i ivershad' iws them. 
 
 For instance, it is iicit a very imcDinmim |iheuomenon, 
 that a ]x-rsim sin add stand q-azino- at a passing; \ehiclc 
 and never '"ealize its presence. 1'his shows not only 
 that nian\- thinos escape attention; but it shows also 
 
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lliihicu Beauties. 
 
 that tile ri-al x-ision is not in llic cxtiTnal or ph'.sical eye, 
 nor even in tlie nerve whieh connects that beautiful 
 cro'an with tiie brain. Ijut in tlie mind itseU'. or tlie spirit 
 
 ■■SOML FLOWKRY VAl.E OR DAISY-FLECKED 
 MEADOW." 
 
 of uinlerstanilinu;- which is "the ]iower behind the 
 tlirone" and the most wonderful of all the Hidden Beau- 
 ties as well. 
 
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.'liiliior's Preface 
 
 And so it transpires that tlie l)!in(l sec. m >t\\ itli^tand- 
 in;;- the trite i)lil jest, "I see", said the lihiid man, "1 see 
 clearly", with which thoughtless people annise them- 
 seh'es ; and tin- blind <i!d \\ooilsa\v\er, who. when cum- 
 piainin- 'A his ilull saw, had a right to saw "* 'f all the 
 saws I ever saw >iiw, 1 never saw a saw s;iw as this s;iw 
 saws.'' 
 
 In regar<l tri this iioint of obstructiveness nf visir,p.. 
 anil the want of discernment uf the object clearh in 
 \'iew. tlie great t h.arlcs Dickens incidentalU- writes, his 
 cl'.aracter being a blind man addressing a widow : "There 
 is the cnnmibi.il blmdness, ma'am, which |.ierhaps Mm 
 may ha'.e oliscrwd in the course of your own e.xjieri- 
 ence, anrl which is a kind of willful auil self-liamlagiug 
 blindness. I'liere is the blindness of ])artv, ma'.am, and 
 of public men, which is the blindness of a mad bull in the 
 midst eif a reg'Uii'nt of soldiers clothed in reil. There 
 is the blind confidence of youth, which is the blindness 
 of kittens, whose e\es have not yet been opened on the 
 world. And there i< that |iliysical Idinilness, ma'aiu, of 
 which I am, contrary to mv desire, a most illustrious 
 exairtple. A.diled to these, nia'ani, is th.al blindness of 
 the intellect, of which we ha\e a specimen in \otn" iti- 
 teresting son." 
 
 Alter all. there may be wrappcil up in this \;iriet\- of 
 
Hidden Bcai'tics. 
 
 5j •■g.WK Mi\\ AM) 'I'HKX SDMIC G.NAKLY OAK." 
 
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Aiitlioj-'s Preface. 
 
 visiini. the Hidden Beautv of social convenience: which 
 to some of us would be a blessing untlisguised. As the 
 old Indian said, if everybody saw alike, all the Indians 
 would be after his squaw. Surely that would be a red- 
 letter dav for the redskins. 
 
 With all this, to the best perception, the view itself 
 is as changeful as the individual moods which have been 
 cited. 
 
 When the King of Dav rides forth in his golden chariot 
 of the skies, his glowing presence gives life and tone to 
 every subject of his vast domain, save now and then 
 some gnarly oak or croaking man. whose heart is never 
 touched, "though wanton summer tempt it ne'er so 
 nuich." Yet while Grim Darkness flees before the all- 
 pervading light, the joyous sunshine drives into exile 
 the fair Queen of Xight and her virgin train: and it i-^ 
 cnly when Ili> Alajesty, the Sun, sinks behind the west- 
 ern hills, that the stars of evening creep from their 
 hiding-places to assume their role in the brilliant ciironet 
 that decks the brow of heaven. "Orion wears his shin- 
 ing belt l)y day als(.i. but night alcne reveals it." 
 
 Thus we see that the rarest of nature's Hidden T.eau- 
 ties are brought to view only through the power of ilark- 
 ness and the shadow of the earth. May not it suggest 
 to us that the shadows of human life contain in their 
 
tUddcii Beauties. 
 
 sombre folds tlie revelation of a purer, brighter and 
 loftier sphere of existenee than the sunshme of pros- 
 perity alone ean produce? And the mind, being of all 
 the Hidden IJcauties the richest and best, why not be- 
 stow more care on its culture, and pay less attention to 
 the sorrows antl ills of jihysical life ? 
 
 As the ancient iiliiloso])her t()!d the celebrated blind 
 teacher of Alexandria, as a reproof, when he bemoanecl 
 his loss of sight. "Let it n(5t tr(juble thee that thou art 
 in want of eyes, with which even llies and gnats can 
 see, but rejoice that thou hast the eyes with which 
 angels sec; l>y which, too, God is beheld and His light 
 received." 
 
 The things we behold through the natural eye shall 
 melt away, but the Hidden Beauties of sjjiritual dis- 
 cernment are fadeless and eternal, for "beauty is in the 
 seeing," as Emerson says. 
 
 Alas that selfishness and pride should blind mankind 
 to its sacred relationsliips, and that so many gems of 
 trutli and beauty lie imdiscovered, in the mad haste for 
 that worldly prosperity- which gliitcrs on the surface of 
 things! 
 
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HIDDEN BEAUTIES 
 
 THE r.EAl'TV ()!■" FKIEXDSHIP. 
 
 Friendship is the only thing in the world concerning the 
 usefuhicss of which all niaid'iind are agreed." — Cicero. 
 
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 -'"^y^ 
 
 (Dedicated to Chief-Jusf ce J. !'.. M 'ore, of Michigan State 
 Supreme Court.) 
 
 There is a pciwer that some possess 
 To haiiish deioons of (hstress. 
 To H!.;ht IjHikI eyes, to warm tlie heart 
 And Ijid hfe's common ills depart. 
 
Hidden Beauties. 
 
 A Wdiidroiis gift from nature given, 
 Born of earth, yet owned of heaven, 
 To speak the words and do the deeds 
 Through which alone the charm succeeds. 
 
 To cHmb above environments 
 That oft distrust one's best intents, 
 And stil! persist in spreading cheer, 
 AV'ould seem true frien(Ishi|)'s mission licrc. 
 
 In poor return for many a rift, 
 
 ]n shadowy skies I dedicate 
 These hues, dear judge: 'tis not the gift, 
 
 Dut motive, you will estimate. 
 
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Hiiltliii Beauties. 
 
 THE r.EA'JTV OF GIRLHOOD. 
 
 "Ill a garden there lived a beaut'ful maid, 
 
 As fair as the Howers of mora; 
 She was made a wife the first day uf her life 
 And died before slie was born." 
 
 — Our Gr.wdmother Eve. 
 
 M-y iimrninL; ilreani of beauty, Ruth, 
 I-,s of :i inaiilen fresh and fair, 
 S-uch a.s the: cheruhs love in truth, 
 S-ave whi.-n they envy gifts so rare. 
 
 R-uth, an acrostic would I write 
 U-pon your name, were I but sure 
 T-bat \-ou would CiHuit it some delii^bt, 
 H-nrdlv mv pen can ! e'lidure. 
 
 M-uch wotild I like to sing- your praise, 
 A-n angel's lyre would suit my theme. 
 U-nseen )-our spirit's genial ravs 
 C-ommand rich pleasures where vou fleeni. 
 K-ind Heaven i)less thv girlhood davs! 
 
Hidden Beauties. 
 
 
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Hidden Bcdillics. 
 
 THE BEAUTY OF .MISDIRECTEU LU\E. 
 
 "Come into the garden, Mand. 
 
 i'lT the bhiek bat. niglit. has tlown; 
 Come into the garden, Maud. 
 
 I am here at the gate alone; 
 And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, 
 And the musk of the roses blown." 
 
 — Alfred Ti%\nvson. 
 
 Dear I\()licrt, thiiuch 1 iiia\ not ImKl 
 '^'diif iialiv sister Lrrnwn sei old. 
 
Hidden Beauties. 
 
 I'll hcild lu-r kind attention long, 
 And you shall sing the baby-song. 
 
 Perchance^ she'll lo\-e me just as well 
 As little girls do: \\'ho can tell? 
 I am a fa\-orite, 1 know. 
 With girls who liaven't anv Ijean. 
 
 And it this scheme should prove a fraud, 
 I'll get a dolly, name it ]\Iaud, 
 And rock and cutldle it to sleep, 
 And o'er it sweetest vigils keep. 
 
 Why shotdd we mourn departed years, 
 Or grown-up babies? Cradle-dears 
 Are sweet indeed, xtt sometimes sweeter 
 Our girls. Tell Maud I'd 'ike to meet her. 
 
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Hidilcn Beauties. 
 
 'W^ 
 
 THE ];!■:. \l'TV OF SY-AfPATHY. 
 
 What gem hatli dropp'd and sparkles o'er his clia'U? 
 The tear most sacred, shed for others' pain. 
 That starts at once bright pure from pity's mine, 
 rtlicsdy polished by the Hand Divine. — Byrox. 
 
 Oil, wliere is the man that can live without friends? 
 
 "i'ou may rob one of limb<, yon may blind him of 
 light : 
 If he have but the friendship of God and of man, 
 
 He may revel in i>]easnres of jnirest delight. 
 
 There are hearts, many hearts, that are dark with 
 
 despair; 
 They have no one to love them, no smile for 
 
 cheer. 
 
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Hidden Bcaidics. 
 
 Earth yields them no cluirnis, and the heaven above 
 Is a frown and a menace^ a desert most drear. 
 
 O for the soft touch of a warm loving hand ! 
 
 O for the sweet smile that is buckler and shield ! 
 Ah ! never, no never, will man understand 
 
 The full rapture ar.il triumph true friendsliip niay 
 vield. 
 
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Huhlrii Beauties. 
 
 THE I'.EAUTY OF A .MERRY HEART. 
 
 Dedicated to Editor O. F. Rake^traw. of the Steid.en Re 
 publican, Ang.ila. Indiana. 
 
 Blest be those feasts with s'liipk- plenty cr..\vii'd, 
 
 Where all the ruddy family around 
 
 Laugh at the jest or pranks, that never fail, 
 
 Or s'gh with pity at some mournful tale. 
 
 Or press the bashful stranger to his food. 
 
 And learn the luxury of doing good.— Goldsmith. 
 
 A merry lieart, a merry home, 
 A [jjace where angels giarllv cnme. 
 Contrasted with the -rumhler's hearth, 
 The \ery meanest spot on eartli, 
 Seems like John Miite)n"s jjarailise, 
 (Jr haven ne.xt to that which lies 
 Beyond life's sea by God's great shore 
 Where welcome ships need sail no more. 
 
 Such the retreat you call your own, 
 Where common sense sits on the throne. 
 And fancy weaves her merrv wreaths 
 
 To crown each festal board and scene, 
 And ivom each heart good feeling breathes: 
 
 And makes for home a magic screen. 
 Admitting good and barring ill, 
 And frames its code to heaven's will. 
 
 To your good home, with merry tread, 
 My wandering footsteps oft are led: 
 
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Hidden Bcaiilics. 
 
 And never have I come amisj 
 
 To catcli the welcome words of bhss- 
 
 That loving ecstacy of joy 
 
 \Miich heaven inspires without allov. 
 
 
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Iluhlcii Bcauhcs. ' ' 
 
 THE IlEAL'TV ( )F H( )ME LIFE. 
 
 ForZtcf .Tr'^ ■ r''"^^''''"§- ^^'^---h without a brain. 
 tool. tecl. and which e en wise men can't explain 
 Planted n, man. to Ivnd him to tliat earlh 
 in dearest ties, trom whence he drew his birth. 
 
 — ClIiRi TIILU 
 
 T\vo preat I:)niin.s, bear and forbear. 
 ^^ ill pay their keepiiio- anvwhere. 
 Before the fainil\- increase. 
 Get these two l,ears to kc.^p the peace. 
 
 Despite tlie joys lionie lite max hrin.sr, 
 And all that poets sav or sine. 
 Home must be -uanled with K'ood sense. 
 And lots of casli to pay expense. 
 
 Let poverty, with meag-re pate. 
 
 Just browse in front of home's sweet c^ate. 
 
 Or even lift its form to si.trht— 
 
 Love quickly i)lumes her win.c^s for flisht. 
 
 Not always so: one wife was true, 
 -As finest crold carlli ever knew. 
 
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Hidden Beauties. 
 
 She dreamed of heaven, yet would not share 
 ]ts hliss, were 1 not going there. 
 
 This Ktta said, and went awa_\-. 
 I've mourned her absence many a day ; 
 And heaven will be kintl heaven to me, 
 \Mien I the "loved and lost" shall see. 
 
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Hidden Beauties. 
 
 >^^ '^ili',"/. 
 
 "A THIXr; OF BEAUTY IS A JOY FORE\^ER". 
 
 The very society of joy redoubles \t) so that, whilst it lights 
 upon my friend it rebounds upnn myself, and the brighter his 
 candle burns, the more easily will it light nime. — Southey. 
 
 A joy. oh a joy f(irevtT, 
 
 Is tlie beautiful, true and good ' 
 Whv grasp for the fickle and fleeting? 
 
 They'd elude us if we should. 
 
 We reach for the things nearest to us. 
 
 Like the drowning man clutches the straw: 
 'Tis the mist and siiray on the surface : 
 
 From the depths doth the pearl-diver draw. 
 
 W'e have drank from the cup of life's pleasures 
 In the freshness of youth-time's full joy; 
 
 And we found h\ the thorns of the morrow, 
 That the pleasures were mostly alloy. 
 
 Beware of the beauty that glitters 
 
 Like the serpent's eye charming the bird! 
 
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Hidden Beauties. 
 
 If you tarry too loiip;, all is over, 
 And your cry of escape is not heard. 
 
 The longer you look at true beauty 
 The more like true beauty you'll be — 
 
 'Tis the law of our God-given nature : 
 We are most like the things we most see. 
 
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Hidden Bcaiiliis. 
 
 THE EEAUTV oF A OL-JET LIFE. 
 
 I knew a man of vision keen. 
 
 Of forceful life, but quiet mien ; 
 
 He scorned obstreperousness, and yet 
 
 Uould fling keen sarcasms from his pen, 
 That kept the (uiills of writers wet, 
 To fling rich sallies back again. 
 A nd all was done in merry mood : 
 For he was quiet, bright and q-ood. 
 
 \\'ith moral evils he would cope, 
 Yet never worked without a hope; 
 Concerning ihings he could not change, 
 He gave to grumblers a free range- 
 hi all the years we spent together, 
 I never heard him curse the weather. 
 
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Hidden Beauties. 
 
 One strange thing happened in liis life; 
 
 His course was followed by his wife, 
 
 As quiet as himself could be, 
 
 And so were all the family. 
 
 And why, you ask me, when with such 
 
 Examples, do yon talk so much? 
 
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Il'uhlcn Beauties. 
 
 THE IlliArTV UF NATL'RE. 
 
 To him who in the love of nature holds 
 Communion with her visible forms, she speaks 
 A various language; for his gayer hours 
 She has a voice of gladness, and a smile 
 And eloquence of beauty, and she glides 
 Into his darker musings, with a mild 
 And healing sympathy, that steals away 
 Their sharpness, ere he is aware. — Brv.\nt. 
 
 Fair iinture in Iht (l;irktr nnjoil. 
 Relieved liv C'yiitliia's silvery light, 
 Seems more with hearts to sympatliize, 
 Where darkness ciirtaiii.s visual sight. 
 
 I said to darkness. "Wnv hctide 
 ■\Iy pathway if with thee I'm wi'd ; 
 Two decades Ijy the stmnv side. 
 My steps have kept and kindlv led !'' 
 
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Hidden Beauties. 
 
 Full darkness reigns, yet like the moon 
 In nature's sky, God's own sweet smile 
 Cheers up my soul, keeps back the dark, 
 And lights the way to Him the while. 
 
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Hidden Beauties. 
 THE L5EAUTV OF AiuTHERHOOD. 
 
 Youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall; 
 A mother's secret hope outlives them all. — Holmes. 
 
 Were I to sing of holy lo\-e 
 Inspired of God, drawn from above, 
 1 wotild nijt wander an_\\\liere 
 Outside of lionie, to tune my lyre. 
 A mother's love and constant care 
 Is fitting theme for angel-choir; 
 Although by mortal pen expressed, 
 The theme might bear God's crucial test. 
 
 From room to room her labors run, 
 Xot ceasing with the setting sun; 
 They reach the short hours of the night ; 
 Fler watchful eye and ear and mind 
 New duties every moment find : 
 Love lifts each Inirden with delight. 
 Her life is one long active prayer 
 For home and all who enter there. 
 
 That toy site always holds to view 
 
 With tender tmich and deep drawn sigh- 
 It seems a worthless thitig tn you; 
 Wh}- is it precious to her eye? 
 , Because it speaks of a sweet child 
 
 Who came to her and could not sta\- ; 
 
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Hidden Bcaiilics. 
 
 Its smile lier every care beguiled ; 
 
 It smiled, and wept, and went away. 
 The baby-fingers clasped that to_\-, 
 And left the impress of their joy ; 
 The heart of beauty love divines, 
 y\nd reaxls the truth between the lines. 
 
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Hlddcif Beauties. 
 
 THE BEAriV UF 1!EXE\ OLEXCE. 
 
 To the St. James' Ten of King? Daughters, of Milwaukee. 
 Wisconsin, who 'In His Name,' are loyally striving to 'Look 
 Forward and not Back — Look Out and not In — Look Up and 
 not Do\ui, and arc ever ready to 'Lend a hand'; this work 
 is gratefully dedicated by the author. — [Taken from Dedica- 
 tion to "Where D.\rk Sh.\dows Play".] 
 
 "A helping hand to one in trouble is often like a switch on 
 a railroad track, but an inch between wreck and smooth-roll- 
 ing prosperity." — Beecher. 
 
 (Lines inspired by the friendship of Frederick ^L Fish.) 
 
 A broken wrist, a broken tliij,'li ; 
 No light of earth in either eye, 
 And bodv bruised beyond amends; 
 At stieh a time, in such a need. 
 I found }ou, Fred, the best of friends, 
 All worthy of the name, itideed. 
 
 The beauty of adversity 
 
 Lies in the thought, it seems to nic. 
 
 That, though it strikes with a baleful hand. 
 
 From its effects we understand 
 
 Onr true relations to mankind, 
 
 Which fortune's favorites never find. 
 
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Hidden Beauties. 
 
 Whoever wrongs the simplest thing, 
 Wrongs man or brute, will always bring 
 A double hint to his own life ; 
 And what is true of war and strife, 
 Is lusl as true of kindly deeds. 
 He who l:)y clever art succeeds 
 r.y word or act, new hope to give, 
 Has taught his own heart how to live. 
 
 To each a star of hope is given, 
 To each a mission born of heaven ; 
 If ever failure seemed to blight 
 A noble life and quench its light, 
 'Twas when deserted by his friends 
 The Son of Man in sorrow bends 
 To direful fate and hears the cry 
 Of Pharisees that doom is nigh. 
 
 While in that hour of strange defeat, 
 ^^'here death and hell in triumph meet, 
 Where trembling earth and darkened sun 
 Proclaim that strife the field has won, 
 Hope, staggering, fled its Brmament 
 \Micn lo ! with power and mercy blent 
 The spirit of the conquering cross 
 Shown forth undinuned by seeming loss. 
 
Hidden Beauties. 
 
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 ^**i-fe; 
 
 
 
 THE BEAUTY UF PROVIDENCE. 
 
 Birds of the air Iiave nest';, but the Son of Man hatli nut 
 where to lay His head. — Lul<e 9:58. 
 
 Birds have their nests. The Lord of Heaven 
 ALidine phice tri all hath given; 
 E'en the wee bird, at His behest 
 i\Iav rest secure, in its sweet nest. 
 
 Blest be the man who needs not roam 
 To find the comforts of "Sweet Home." 
 Yet, He who made the world once said 
 He liad "not where to la_\' His head." 
 
 Christ dwells in all his children here, 
 And guides th.cm to the lirighter sphere; 
 Who gives them home, relieves their deartli, 
 Gives ^\■hat the Piaster lacked on earth. 
 
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Hidden Beauties. 
 
 Press out and onward, "Friends of God", 
 Who bear His name, whose way Christ trod. 
 The scourge, the garden and the cross 
 Are crucibles that leave no dross. 
 
 Perchance a smoother path than He 
 Of Calvary trod, remains to thee. 
 Mayhap His cry of loneliness* 
 Will bring relief to thy distress. 
 
 We mortals share a common state, 
 Commingled joys and sorrows wait 
 Each footstep as it comes to view. 
 Brace up and do thy best. — Adieu. 
 
 *"j\Iy God: Wliy hath Thou forsaken me?" 
 
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Hidden Bcaiitic 
 
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 THE BEAUTY OF RURAL LIFE. 
 
 ' (to a farmer's institute.) 
 
 Oh what a glory doth this world put on, 
 For him with a fervent heart goes forth. 
 Under the bright and glorious skv, and looks 
 On duties well performed and days well spent.* 
 
 — Longfellow. 
 
 Yc sons of toil with hands of l)rawn, 
 Tlie sun nor moon ne'er Ht upon 
 
 More toiLworn men than yc. 
 On closer view, ye have no brawn. 
 Ye have your cufTs and collars on — 
 
 AH dressed like dudes, we see. 
 
 One speaker, subject, "Feedint^ .Sheep,' 
 I urged myself, (juite hard, to keep 
 A sort of sheepish look; 
 
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Hidden Beauties. 
 
 To fill his pockets full of wool, 
 And wear sheep's gray. He called me fool. 
 He would not bide a shepherd's crook. 
 
 Like A. C. Coo])er, I fed sheep 
 
 In York State, where the snow is deep; 
 
 I chide him not — I was a fool 
 
 To say he ought to wear raw wool. 
 
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Hidden Ilcautics. 
 
 THE DEArTY OE TRUE ELOQUENCE. 
 
 Preach tlie word; be instant in season, out of season; 
 reprove rebuke, exliort with all long-suffering and doctrine. 
 —II. Timothy, 4:2. 
 
 Tlie lieai'.ty 01 true eloquence 
 Lies larji^elv in the hearer's sense 
 And mental grasp; an angel's voice 
 Would fail to make some hearts rejoice. 
 
 The eloquence that greeted Paul 
 Was Tieavcn-directed, and withal 
 Received by Iiim as most profound ; 
 His fellows heard but empty sound. 
 
 /\n;l tltcre are cases withotit number, 
 Of large assemblies soothed to slumber 
 F'or want of air; the Saints forget 
 Their burdens then, nor feel rerrct. 
 
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Hidden Bcaulics. 
 
 Loncf services oft bring a blight : 
 
 St. Paul once labored half the night, 
 
 Then by a miracle restored 
 
 A young man whom late hours had floored. 
 
 A\'ouId }ou attain true eloquence, 
 First seek the realm of common sense : 
 Then don't start in without fresh air, 
 And don"t be tedious anywhere. 
 
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Hidden Beauties. 
 
 TME l!EAl"rY OF SOCIAL LIFE. 
 
 Jennie kissed me when we met, 
 
 Jumping from the chair she sat in. 
 Time, you thief! who love to get 
 
 Sweets into your list, put that in! 
 Say I'm weary, say I'm sad. 
 
 Say that health and wealth have missed me; 
 Say I'm growing old, but add — 
 
 Jennie kissed me. — Leigh Hunt. 
 
 (Inspired at a rccepti'in given by Editnr W. K. Sheffer to 
 the author and some of his friends.) 
 
 As we surveyed the wondrous fare 
 Of solid foods and dainties rare. 
 That made the talile fairlv j^roan. 
 And us sonie restless, we must own 
 (For fear the table could not stand). 
 We said no lord in all the land 
 Diried as the Sheflers d' i ; "twould shock 
 A IT13I1 of common nerve to see 
 That mighty scheduled Plym<nUh Rock 
 Yield up his life, when he coidil share 
 But a small part of glor\ , there! 
 
 The social side, with l)etter chance, 
 Made conversation fairlv dance. 
 
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Hidden Beauties. 
 
 Sir Sheffer, in his brightest mood, 
 With wife and household all so good 
 At repartee, kept up the jest, 
 While Frank \'anAuken. at his best, 
 And his good wife sailed in as well ; 
 The Rakestraws all were there to tell 
 The fuiMiiest incidents they knew, 
 And, as you say, they were not few. 
 
 The music was divinely given 
 By children, emblems of that heaven 
 ()f which the Saviour did declare : 
 Unlike tlicm none may enter there. 
 
 There was no sentiment or gush ; 
 
 Refinement crowns this royal set. 
 ]\I\- muse has struck, and I must hush ; 
 
 Good night to all ; I'm glad we've met. 
 
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Hidden Beauties. 
 
 THE DEAI'TY OF GIVIXG. 
 
 Posthumous charities are the very essence of selfishness 
 when bequeathed by those who, when alive, would part whh 
 nothing. — Coltox. 
 
 To p^ive, to do. to sacrifice, 
 
 Is more than many realize. 
 
 1'-> gWe from an abundant store, 
 
 That wealth may come or fame may soar. 
 
 Is not the meaning of this gift. 
 
 Instead, we ought to yield our lives, 
 
 To give each cloud a sunny rift. 
 
 Assured b\' this : the more one strives 
 
 The greater will the mastery be. 
 
 And more of beautv will he see. 
 
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Hidden Beauties. 
 
 God's ansjels ministering are sent 
 To those who hear with kind assent, 
 And he who rightly understands 
 The mission of the angel bands, 
 ^\'ill gladly give his heart and life 
 To free the world of wrong and strife. 
 
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Hidden Beauties. 
 
 
 THE BEAUTY OF DOIXG. 
 
 No man is horn intn the world whose work is not born with 
 him. There is always work, and tools to work withal, for 
 those who will; and blessed are the horny hands of toil.^ 
 Lowell. 
 
 Learn to do ; it is casih^ done. 
 
 The habit of doing, when fairly begtui, 
 
 Means practical gettings and practical ends — 
 
 Kealth, wealth and long life ; and it readily sends 
 
 'i'he blues to the bats, where they jtistly belong. 
 
 'Tis the life of true beauty, 'tis the life of true song. 
 
 The forces creative which God has designed 
 
 'J'o strengthen the body and strengthen the mind, 
 
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Hidden Beauties. 
 
 Since first tlie unalterable edict was read, 
 
 "In the sweat of thy brow shalt thou eat thy bread." 
 
 The habit of doing, I will engage, 
 
 May be acquired at any age; 
 
 For age is not a matter of years, 
 
 Ir is more the matter of habit and will. 
 
 So work right along without doubtings or fears. 
 
 Death threatens them most who are aimless and still. 
 
 The world is looking for the people who do; 
 
 It has no use for a lazy man. 
 
 The world holds idle people to view, 
 
 Like the old maid thought, as the story ran : 
 
 She had, she said, a dog that growls, 
 
 A cat that hangs out nights and prowls, 
 
 A parrot that swears as loud as it can; 
 
 And she wonders what need she has of a man. 
 
 On a little reflection, you will doubtless decide 
 To be, like myself, on that proud maiden's side. 
 When some good, busy man shall meander that way. 
 That maiden will never, no, never, sav nay. 
 
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Hidden I^rii'itics. 
 
 THE BEAUTY OF OLD AGE. 
 
 Happily there exists more than one kind of beauty. There 
 i:-, the bi-aiity of infancy, th.e beauty of youtli, the beauty of 
 maturity, and, heheve nie, ladies and genlknien. the beauty of 
 age. — G. A. Sales. 
 
 Jf licauty makes the human soul 
 
 Its chief retreat and dweHiiig-pIacc;, 
 And simply takes a pleasure stroll 
 
 Along the pathways of our race. 
 Lii^hts up the huma^i face divine 
 
 And graces nature everywhere, 
 Its home of homes in human line 
 
 Must he old age. sweet, .'•ainted fair. 
 
 To grow old gracefully, would seem 
 The wisest way to end hfe"s dream: 
 "S'et people mostly hate old age. 
 Despise its emblems, and engr.ge 
 P-y use of hair-dyes and of paints. 
 To ward oft age and its constraints. 
 
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Hidden Beauties. 
 
 A maiden of uncertain years 
 Said, "I am twenty-nine, and, dears, 
 I think that I am rather shy." 
 "Yes," said a fellow in reply, 
 " 'Tis as you say : it just appears 
 That YOU are shy some twenty years." 
 
 The human life, like earth's great sun, 
 I\Iay shine with undiminished light; 
 
 Through its high spheres, the journey done, 
 Sinks golden into arms of night. 
 
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Hidden Beauties. 
 
 THE BEAUTY OF GOOD .MANNERS. 
 
 Good breeding is the result of muck good sense, some good 
 nature, and a little self-denial for the sake of others, and with 
 a view to obtain the same mdulgcnce from others. — Chester- 
 field. 
 
 One may be rigidly polite, 
 
 Observe all niles of etiquette, 
 His voice and gestures most complete. 
 
 And be far from good manners yet. 
 
 •Some, like tlip hypocrite who steals 
 
 God's livery to serve the Devil, 
 And every mo\-e they make for good 
 Brings them in closer touch with evil. 
 
 Good manners mean repressing self, 
 And holding other people dear; 
 
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Hidden Beauties. 
 
 It is all heart-work after all, 
 And gi\c? to all good hearty cheer. 
 
 'Tis common sense which, men complain 
 Is scarce to f.nd beneath the sini ; 
 
 'Tis not for sale, yet best of all, 
 VjV daily practice may be won. 
 
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Hidden /beauties. 
 
 THE RF.AUTV OF RELATIONSHIP. 
 
 He pr.-iyith best who lijvcth best 
 All things both great and small; 
 
 For the great God who loveth us, 
 He made and Inveth all. 
 
 — Samuel Taylor Coleridge. 
 
 To Fred G. Fish : 
 
 Hail, hearty friend of high estate, 
 Of manly niethiKJs, u])-to-date ; 
 I greet yoti with such cheer and dash, 
 As I would men with Httle cash. 
 
 For men are men and hrc.-tliers, all. 
 Subject alike to stand or fall : 
 
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Hidden Bcaiilics. 
 
 All from one God^ tlie great first cause, 
 And judged at length by His just laws. 
 
 I'hen why ignore those who have wealth? 
 All do not get their gains by stealth ; 
 We bring no wealth, take none away, 
 Our deeds alone bring fruits that stay. 
 
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Hidden Dcaiilics. 
 
 
 THE BEAUTY OF ADSTEAIIOUSXESS. 
 
 "Feed nie w.th food convenient for me." — Prov. 30:8. 
 
 (Given by the author at the Ouinquenn'al Reiuuon of Thea- 
 delphic Society, Hillsdale College, June, 1905.) 
 
 'Twas deenied convenient for the cook, 
 To gather up, by hook or crook, 
 Some light refreshments for this feast: 
 "Twould please our pocketbooks at least. 
 
 The Muses, hearing of the plan. 
 Would brook no slight from mortal man : 
 They swore, as Muses always swear. 
 The verse should with the food comijare. 
 
 Tf Theadelphs with untold wealth 
 Could take their banquet as by stealth, 
 They'd let the chicken-eaters know. 
 They, too, economy could show. 
 
 The Theadelphs teach sacrifice. 
 
 And shun,, perforce, rich cakes and pies. 
 
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Hidden Beauties. 
 
 Tlieir food is plain, yet of the best, 
 
 And Sundays tind them quite well dressed. 
 
 A bachelor society, 
 
 All dignified, as you can see: 
 
 Yet single life is not their boon, 
 
 They are married all — or will be, soon. 
 
 These men, off duty, cut their pranks — 
 Ihey sing and dance like other ranks; 
 If pipe and fiddle they have none, 
 The_\- lately bought a graphophone. 
 
 I J ail, hearty friends, from everywhere; 
 \\'e"re rich in numbers, and the fare 
 Is better than at first intended. 
 And lo! the Aluse's mood is mended. 
 
 Clouds contravene, the firmanent 
 Is dark at times with fierce intent ; 
 Still, faith looks up and hope replies: 
 \\'ait, troubled heart, for sunnier skies. 
 
 Dear Angel Hope : Oh ! where is he, 
 \\'hen ships go down midway life's sea ? 
 ^^'hen gloom, despondency, despair, 
 W'rcclc heart and lirain, where is she. where? 
 
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Hidden Bcautii\ 
 
 THE lil':.\UTV Oh' TRUTH. 
 
 You need not tell all the triitli, unk■^s tn those who have 3 
 right to know it; but let all you tell be truth.— Horace M.\nn. 
 
 O \ong live the truth! the wise ancients would say; 
 O lons" hve the truth I we re-ecJK, today. 
 All liars Icive truth — tliat is. \n\v it in others. 
 And tlu'v hate all the liars, thou.^h thenielves are their 
 bri ithers. 
 
 Like a pious old la<ly who called on her friend 
 
 To remind her that e\eninjj was a]i|>iiiiited im praNcr: 
 
 She said, " "Tis nnt ( asv fo- nie to atteml, 
 
 Hut I feel it my duty that you shonld hi' there." 
 
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Hidden Beauties. 
 
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 THF. UEAL'TY OF LOMXG. 
 
 They do not love, that do not show their love. — Shakespeare. 
 
 I like my dog, I likt- my cat, 
 
 I like my toast, and all of that ; 
 
 Yet when it comes to loving, then 
 
 I love my God and fellow men. 
 
 I love my fellow women, too, 
 
 As Deacon Homespun brotight to view 
 
 He said the brethren embraced 
 
 The sisters, too. as he had traced. 
 
 Love, boundless love, is, after all, 
 
 Keadiest to hear an earnest call ; 
 
 Is always near and always far. 
 
 Brightens our ho])e, and is the star 
 
 That guides, and comforts us as well. 
 
 To where eternal beauties dwell. 
 
Hidi'cii Beauties. 
 
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 PHE DEAUTY OF SOXG LIFE. 
 
 "Here's a sigh to those who love me, 
 
 And a smile to those who hate: 
 And, whatever sky's above me. 
 Here's a heart for every fate! 
 
 Though the ocean roar around me, 
 
 Yet it still shall bear me on; 
 Though a desert should surround me, 
 
 It hath springs that may be won." — Byron. 
 
 (Written by the author in grateful rtmembrance of Fanny 
 Crosby's Introduelion to "Hidden Beauties.'') 
 
 I'iich gift to us from Love Divine, 
 
 That tunes the harps of Angel Choirs ; 
 
 W^ould that this answering heart of mine 
 Could sing one strain of its desires. 
 
 Still let me tell in hnnilile plight 
 
 Of those fond years well spent with thee : 
 
 Though da^ed and crazed bv murdered sight, 
 I hated luost life |)romised me. 
 
Hidden Beauties. 
 
 My thanks are due ; thy hues conveyed 
 New hope and joy from God to me; 
 
 And though by darkness here betrayed, 
 A beacon beams o'er life's dark sea. 
 
 Thou hast the gift of making friends, 
 Or, like myself, the friends win thee ; 
 
 And loving mankind makes amends 
 For many ills that needs must be. 
 
 Sing on, dear friend, sing from the heart, 
 "Rescue the perishing" assured — ■ 
 
 The balm of song hath healing art, 
 
 And Father knows what we've endured. 
 
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Hidden Beauties. 
 
 THE BEAUTY OF HOPE. 
 
 Hope, like the giimmcring tajier's light. 
 
 Adorns and cheers the wnv; 
 And still, as darker grows the night. 
 
 Emits a brighter ray.— (jOi.nsMi th. 
 
 I v.-as down, awav down, in the (U-ptlis of dcspau-. 
 And the demons of darkness not only were there, 
 I'.ut the snakes and the slime, all the deadly an.l dank- 
 Swept into the depths where I banefully sank. 
 A sweet vision of hope, the handmaiden of love, 
 Fresh-plumed from the g-arden of Eden above, 
 Came down to my state like the dove Noah sent ; 
 Where hope and despair had cnnnini^led and blent. 
 Like a fond mother's smile, so did luipe come to me: 
 And the cjrace of her beauty I evermore see. 
 
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Hidden Bcanlics. 
 
 FAREWELL TO THE MUSE. 
 
 Poetry has been to me its own exceeding great reward; it 
 lias given me tlie habit of wishing to discover the good and 
 beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me. — S. T. Coleridge. 
 
 Farewell to the Muse who has kindly inspired me. 
 
 To write these few pages, while flat on my back. 
 No doubt there are some wlio will wish she had fired 
 me 
 
 And given the book-making project a whack. 
 
 ^^'hat boots it if one book more goes to life's 
 battle 
 And fights for existence, as its author has done? 
 Earth is not yet ])ackcd. there is still room to 
 rattle, 
 And each has a mission in life to be won. 
 
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Uiddcii Beauties. 
 
 So I send out inv Imok, kiKjwing some friend will Iniy it 
 Now and then in the journey — no failure, I'm sure; 
 
 Knowincf also we ne\er can tell till \ve try it 
 
 \Mint amount of success a stronc;' push may insure. 
 
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Books by Harvey A. Fuller* 
 
 Trimsharp's Jtccount of Himself." 
 
 Stray Leaves {Twelve thousand sold)." 
 
 Where Dark Shadows Play." 
 
 The Old Settlers." 
 ' Captain Bettes." 
 ' Hidden Beauties." 
 
 The present volume, '"Hidden Beauties," will be sent 
 postpaid to any address for One Dollar per copy. 
 }[. A. Fui.Li-K, Hillsdale, Mich. 
 
 I\Iy 1)i:.\r Fr!f,xd Fuller: — 
 
 So much of pleasure, so much of inspiration, so much 
 '"uplift,"' 1 have found in the pages of ""Where Dark 
 Shadows L'lay." The shadows only emphasize the sun- 
 shine ; there are no morbid tints in their coloring, and 
 thev have given tone and virility to your work and 
 your life. Sincerely your friend, 
 
 Robert J. Burdette. 
 
 Bryn Mawr, Pa., Nov. i, 1897. 
 
 Mr. Fuller's books have also brought him letters of 
 commendation and encouragement from John G. \\ hit- 
 tier, Oliver Wendell Holmes. Chief Justice Fuller, of 
 the I'nited States Supreme Court, Queen Mctoria of 
 England, and many others of note and influence. 
 
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Lectures by Harvey A. Fuller* 
 
 Subjects: — "Undercurrents of Every : Day Life;" 
 "Trials By the Way;" "Elements of True Man = 
 hood;" "The Poetry of Life;" "Criminality of 
 Intoxication;" "The Blossoms of Good Sense," 
 
 Chief Justice Joseph JJ. JNloore, of the Michigan 
 
 Supreme C'ourt, writes : 
 
 "Supreme Court of the State of Michigan. 
 
 Lansing, Dec. S, 1094. 
 "Harvej- A. Fuller, Hillsdale, Mich, My Dear Friend; 
 
 "It is a long time ago that 1 lirst mot you as a sludent in 
 Hillsdale College. Though blind, you with great cheerfulness 
 and courage were pursuing your studies in that institution ot 
 learning. The same cheerfulness and courage, under ver\- un- 
 tow.ird circumstances, have led you to write words of hope 
 and cheerfulness in musical rythm that have encouraged niulti- 
 ti'des to right living. It has also led you to prepare lectures 
 of much more than average ability, and to give them in such 
 an effective way as to entertain as well as instruct your hearers. 
 The value of your example in maknig the most of your oppor- 
 tunities is not to be measured. 
 
 "1 am glad to kncnv of your quick recovery from the serious 
 accident which befell you. Mrs. !Moore joins me in sending 
 best wishes." 
 
 "Your friend, 
 
 (Signed) "Joseph B. Moore." 
 
 Will Carleton, the poet, lecturer and editor, writes: 
 
 "I have known Harvey A. Fuller for a number of years, and 
 Ijave considered him a sound thinker, an interesting writer, 
 oud an effective speaker. His imagination can always be 
 trusted to keep him from being prosaic and his good connnon 
 sense always brings him down safely from the flights of fancy. 
 He is withal a genial and pleasant companion, and imlnied 
 with the gentle courtesies of life." 
 
 Lecture committees desiring- Mr. Fuller's services 
 
 will ])lease address either himself, at Hillsdale, Mich., 
 
 or the Educational Txegister Co., Chicago, I'.oston or 
 
 Cleveland. 
 
 >.. 0'- ,; /7 
 
Songs by Harvey A. Fuller. 
 
 "/ Dreamed One JVight." 
 " Hoiv Sad the Fate." 
 "I Excused Her." 
 " Jill Is Not Lost." 
 
 *This song was referred to editorially by the "Morn- 
 ing Star" of Boston, Oct. ist, 3903. Hon. George F. 
 IMosher, LL.D., the editor, says: 
 
 "The versatility of Mr. Harvey A. Fuller, who pursued a full 
 college course and graduated with honor from Hillsdale Col- 
 lege, although blind, is shown by a piece of sheet music, of 
 \\hich he is the composer, set to the song, 'All is Not Lost', 
 which he also wrote. Mr. Fuller ha,"; composed other music, 
 and has written many songs and poems of real merit. The 
 present production is rich in Mr. Fuller's cheerful and brave 
 spirit, which is well expressed in a line of the song: 
 
 " 'Though I am blind lot me not fear that light has faded from 
 the earth.' " 
 
 The score was arranged by Prof. J. M. Thompson, 
 Supervisor of Afusic in the Joliet (111.) public schools. 
 The price of this sheet is 25 cents, and may be had of 
 Mr. Fuller at Hillsdale, Mich. 
 
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