Poems

THE LIVING CHRIST

CHARLES C. SANDELIN.

Dost seek the Christ, that thou may'st humbly kneel,And to his mercy all thy wounds reveal,—With earnest heart beseech the healing balm,And for thy troubled thought crave heavenly calm?

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THE LAW OF SERVICE

WILLIS E. BLOOMFIELD.

The fields are white for harvest,But the laborers are few.

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O heart of mine, keep patience! Looking forth,...

Whittier

O heart of mine, keep patience! Looking forth, As from the mount of vision, I behold, Pure, just, and free, the church of Christ on earth,— The martyr's dream, the golden age foretold! And, found at last, the mystic Grail I see, Brimmed with his blessing, pass from lip to lip In sacred pledge of human fellowship; And over all the songs of angels hear,— Songs of the love that casteth out all fear,— Songs of the gospel of humanity! Lo, in the midst, with the same look he wore, Healing and blessing on Gennesaret's shore, Folding together with the all-tender might Of his great love, the dark hands and the white, Stands the Consoler, soothing every pain, Making all burdens light and breaking every chain.

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A DISCIPLE

AGNES FLORIDA CHALMERS.

DEAR child, what is the prayer that thou hast givenThis morning for thy home which is in heaven?

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FATHER, I THANK THEE!

MARY I. MESECHRE.

Each day of every year my joyous heartKeeps holy day; nor can I set apartA single morn sufficient to expressMy thankfulness.

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PROPHECY

KATHARINE J. SMITH.

Cometh the days when, not from belfry's throat,Shall men be told of Christ to whom they kneel,"For they shall be all taught of God," one wrote,—In Shiloh's peace the Saviour's presence feel;Not ever shall the children lisp the name,Yet beg for answer whence and how he came.

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LOVE'S GLAD MESSAGE

SARAH MC BRIDE.

Thankfulness and praise abounding,Hark the glad hosannas sounding,Earth and heaven their welcome sing,Christ is risen and doth bringHealing to both serf and king.

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A RAY OF LIGHT

AGNES FLORIDA CHALMERS.

Perplexed with problems of a weary day,Condemning all whose words had caused me pain,I turned with lagging step my homeward way,And prayed that I might find the light again.

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IMMANUEL

WILLARD M. GRIMES.

Years had I toiled, yet toiling only seemedTo bring me failure, where I hoped success,Bearing me farther from the prize I sought.

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THOU KNOWEST BEST

EUGENIA BEATRICE MABURY

In other days of other years afar,To all life's vaunting joys I gladly turned,Mine own self-will, my happiness, the quest—And yet in vain! For this I had not learned:Thou knowest best.