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Truth's Coming

MERCY NUTTER DAVIS

In Thy name! O Love transcendent,Cometh one proclaiming goodAs the Life of all—resplendentEverywhere when understood.

The Unseen Friend

F. A. Owen

My child went forth into my garden fair,Having no wish or will to stay by me;But that I ever followed him out there,He did not see.

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Questions

LAURA E. CARTER.

"WHAT do you think, little thoughtful one,When the firelight flickers low,And shadows o'er the hearth's gray stoneAre flitting to and fro?

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In the brave city smiling on the shoreWhich, with its tossing tides, th' Atlantic laves;Where fearless freemen, in the days of yore,—A band intrepid, scorning to be slaves,—Daring the utterance that made them free,Tossed in their splendid scorn to the wild wavesThe symbols of a haughty tyranny—In this brave city, after scores of years,The stately sign of a sublime event,The symbol and prophetic monumentOf men's completer liberty, appearsWith dominating dome against the sky,A witness to this morning century.

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"Father, I thank thee."

AGNES FLORIDA CHALMERS.

"FATHER, I thank Thee.

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The Call

BY KARL SUTTER.

Across the strands, across the lands, across the waste of years,— A Voice called low, a Voice called sweet, a Voice spoke to our fears.

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Enough

ALICE MORGAN HARRISON.

THE thirsting of long years, And now this draught! The darkness of thick tears, And now this shaft Of radiant, beckoning light, Missioned to banish All the old, long night!

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The Doubter

ERNEST S. JAROS

[THE following verses were sent to our Leader, Mrs.

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Overcome Evil with Good

MARY A. NEWMAN

Pilgrim on the upward way, Wrestling with disease and sin, This thy watchword in the fray, Take the cross, the crown to win.

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Growth

GERTRUDE RING.

Do you suppose the tiny, struggling sprout In some bleak spot, some barren, stony waste, Knows inward joy that it gains, day by day, A greener color from the sun's warm ray, Feels gratitude that it makes better haste, Measuring increase by some mark about?