Poems

Gratitude

I THANK thee, Father! O that I might knowThe meaning of those gracious words, that flowFrom humble hearts up to the eternal fountOf Love; and thence, returning, do anointThe brows of pain with peace, and to the gloomOf earth-bound prisons bring light's balm and bloom!

A Reading from Nature

Drifting in from the moaning sea,Over the beach and the tide-pooled lea,The gray fog shuts down drearilyOn all my world;Till the outer bar is a distant sound,And the children's tent but a misty mound,And the trees dim sentries set around,Their standards furled.

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From Overcoming grief

What death does not do

We go on gaining moment by moment in the understanding that God is the only real Life.

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Sympathy

We watch beside some weary sufferer's bed,And bitter, blinding tears of pity shed.

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Waiting

There sat alone at eventide,Outside a great church door,A ragged outcast of the street,Sin-stained and sick and poor.

Love's Presence

Seems dark and lone the way?

Unmoved

A GIFT of love and joy so bright, so pure,—Roses and heliotrope, gay and demure.

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From Safety

A safe refuge

Trust in God opens the door to a safe refuge, always available and always at hand.

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From Faculties indestructible

MAN'S DIVINE HERITAGE

Man's divine heritage as the son of God is not a promise, but is the present fact; it is one's true state of being.

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"Except ye repent"

How oft upon the fretful voice of oceanHave I not heard the carping, canting quest,How would ye heal by your divine devotionIf ye should fall — as fall perchance the best —And break some bone?

Healing

A sacred hush, a warmth of peace,A vision seen that eyes ne'er knew!Perplexing claims of error cease,Earth fades, — heaven opens to the view!

Heaven

Are there no flowers in heaven, she cried,No streets of shining gold,No angel-songs that rise and fallAs the gates of pearl unfold?

The Hills of God

A child in the valley village,I gazed with rapture awedOn the mountains' crown near the little town,And fancied they brought some blessing downTo those below who must toil and plod,So I called them the hills of God.

Love

Across the gulf of human limitationLove reaches out!Across the seething waves of desolationAnd arid wastes of doubtLove's mighty hands stretch ever,Spanning gulf, desert, river!And our poor groping fingers find and holdHands, strong and kind, and, following wherethey lead,Out of the earth-mists cold,Find heaven indeed!

An Autumn Musing

Each falling leaf proclaims a resurrection;The fading flowers immortal blooms declare;When understood, it is the heart's electionOf higher thought of nature's tints so fair.