Poems

INTROSPECTION

LILLA ELLEN BOWLEY.

I stood reflective at the gate of day—What is the record of thy heart, my friend,And whither doth its deepest purpose tend?

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WHEN under bright'ning morning skiesTo its day's work the city wakes,And men to all their problems rise,Yet know the Love that ever makesLife's burdens light and strength supplies,There sounds o'er many a busy streetAnd all the human toil above,The chime of bells whose music sweetA message brings of peace and love.

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THANKSGIVING

AGNES V. SINZ.

TODAY I lift my heart in praise,A song of thanks to Thee I raise,For blessings that have crowned the year,For vict'ry over many a fear.

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THE MOTHER CHURCH

FLORIA A. MOCATTA.

SEEN in the twilight of an autumn day,With golden lights appearing from within,The pure pale opalescence of its symmetryLooms like some palace of a poet's dreamAgainst the firmament.

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LOVE EVER NEAR

GEORGE W. COLE.

My child, I give thee life and health,Thou art My constant care;I fill thy days with treasured wealth,With thee, My goodness share.

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ONE FOLD AND SHEPHERD

MAUDE J. SULLIVAN.

O ye who abide in the fold's cheery shelter,Protected and fed, snug and safe from the cold,List ye to the sweet loving voice of the shepherd:"And others I have, which are not of this fold.

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MESSAGE OF THE BELLS

ELIZABETH EARL JONES.

Night is gone, and with the dawning,Filtering through the mists of gray,Sound these heralds of the morning,Ringing blessings on the day:"Rise, give thanks," resounds the warning;"Praise the Lord!" they seem to say.

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LOVE IS ALL

CHARLES C. SANDELIN.

Take courage, thou that failest; Love ne'er fails!In the extremity, Love's hand avails.

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THE PRIZE

STELLA E. SAXTON.

I know it waits for me,Exquisite thing;High, high I climb,My steps ne'er faltering,So dear the prize,Hid in a crevice there,A pale, soft star,Dropped from the Alpine skies—Fair bloom of edelweiss!