Poems

Immanuel

SAMUEL JOHNSTONE MACDONALD

Yussuf Ben Orem sat one dayWithin the gate where trade held sway,And one, a merchant, came to himAnd spake: "O Master, day grows dim;Withdraw, I pray, with me apart,Far from the buzz of babbling mart,Where I may speak and thou may'st hearWords only meant for thine own ear.

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Art More a Man?

CHARLES C. SANDELIN

Art more a man when thou art lade with rustOf envied wealth and puffed with vaunted power?

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"Awake thou that sleepest"

J. BALFOUR ELLIS

We seek no flashing light that gleameth far away,Piercing the shrouding night with transient ray;Called out of sleep, Father, we pray to TheeThat Truth's unclouded sun may light our way.

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The Guiding Light

MINNA MATHISON

Oh, let not seeming lure usTo leave the charted way;Let wisdom still adjure usWith precepts day by day.

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Pinions

GERTRUDE RING HOMANS

Rest in fullest measure,Wait upon the Lord;Soon 'twill be His pleasureTo fulfil His word;Then will Truth dawn faster.

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Love's Guidance

CHARLES C. SANDELIN

Naught that the erring senses say Can e'er our trusting hearts dismay; Nor should a doubt or fear obscure This thought: In Love we dwell secure.

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Guidance

EDITH L. PERKINS

O guide unfailing, always art Thou here!Though earth's obscuring mists would intervene,Through consciousness uplifted Thou art seen,By Truth revealed in Spirit's atmosphere.

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Gratitude

LOUISE ELIZABETH LITZSINGER

For Truth that has dawned upon error's long night,O'erspanning the cloud with its rainbow of light;For Love ever present, dispelling the gloom,Transforming earth's drought into fresheness and bloom;The balm of the healing Christ ever at hand,Supply all-sufficient for daily demand;For hope growing brighter, calm trust that sustains;For strength in the conflict, sweet peace which remains;For loved ones now walking this same narrow way,Whose fellowship cheers in the heat of the day;—For all the sweet joys which my footsteps attend,I thank Thee, dear Father, redeemer and friend.

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Angel Reapers

ROBERT E. KEY

O Lord of harvest, when the seedIs swaying into ripened grain,Take from its side the stubborn weed,—The sin, disease, and pain;And on the happy harvest morn,When reapers greet the quiet day,Let glory gild the golden cornWith Love's celestial ray.