Poems

"Thou art ever-present"*

LAURA GERAHTY

Out o'er a blood-stained field I wander far,To succor one I love and bring him home,Repeating still, through pain and death and war,"Thy kingdom come.

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Contrast

ALAN ALEXANDER DICK

At Truth's command forth from the tomb again, Whom the last foe had held four long sad days, One came; yet limited in many ways, Through human aid his freedom to attain.

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Only

MINNA MATHISON

It was only a drop of dewThat watered the heart of a rose ;But the rose bloomed out her gracious span,A thing of beauty and praise for man,In her fragrant garden close.

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For the sake of the city that is to be,Keep patient when things go wrong;The very one who displeases theeShall join his breve to the songWhich is swelling into a jubileeFrom the throats of a countless throng.

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Sunset Light

ANNA DEWEY-MC NUTT

Glad of the day! My day!It is not always bright;Not always do my roses bloom,Nor all my songs ring right.

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Understanding

CHARLES C. SANDELIN

O thou that seemest tossed by wind and waveOn error's threatening sea, nor succor nearTo lift thine anxious thought, o'erwhelmed with fear,And from the tempest in thine own heart save!Could thou but know thou art indeed no slave,Nor error real and potent; could appearUnto thy consciousness Truth's wondrous cheer,Unvanquished by aught evil, e'en the grave,—

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Mirage

MARTHA WEBSTER MERRIHEW

Behind a desert storm, the sea before,A heat-dim beach and vibrant air between;I glimpsed, then clear as thrown upon a screenA city, as of smoke, masked yonder shore.

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The Sower

EUGENIA M. FOSBERY

I planted once a seed and went my way.

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The Ego God

ELIZABETH EARL JONES

How golden is the sunshine that coaxes out the flowers! The sky is blue with fleecy clouds, the birds sing in the bowers,While children laugh in pure delight and love the happy hours:Oh, life is blooming everywhere, in gleams and glimpses glad and fair;We see it in its varied sheen, but back of all is Life unseen,And Life itself is God.

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Freedom

DAVID E. ANTHONY

Praise be to God, and blessed be this day When men, released from the despotic sway Of mortal mind and error's thrall, may rise And climb the mount to Truth's own paradise.