Poems

PRAISE

R. E. KEY.

When the soft falling wind has ceased to stirThe tendrils of a thousand restless trees,When the slow humming-bee has ceased to lieCaressingly within the clustering leaves,When the gray twilight falls—a silver sign—Upon the path the woodland torrent cleaves:Then, 'twixt the parting of reluctant dayAnd gentle advent of approaching night,I bow a humble head in thankful prayerFor blessings infinite.

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LOVING AND LIVING

RUTH INGRAHAM

As the window, clear and bright,Letteth in the warmth and light,Bringing gladness to the sight,

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"WITH THY LIKENESS."

LAWRENCE BRAINERD.

When I awake in that glad morning light,And find myself in harmony with God,—Freed from earth sense, and one with good,—I shallExultant rise to walk on holy sod.

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FRET NOT THYSELF!

E. W. SMITH.

Fret not thyself! Be patient, strive to proveThe depth and vastness of our Father's love;When waves break high and winds blow fierce and chill,Our God who rules the storm cries, "Peace, be still.

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THE CALL OF THE MOUNTAINS

ADA J. MILLER

The mountains call! Their heights in azure bathedSpeak of a broader view, of peace, of rest;But as we climb, sometimes, confronting usIs rock,—sheer, dark,—across the narrow way;And, looking back, the valley seems a heaven.

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THE VICTOR

MARY J. ELMENDORF.

He lifts his lyre on highIn the heavy stillness around;He lifts his lyre on highAnd smites it in fervent emotion,Singing with sweetness new-found.

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THE UNSPOKEN PRAYER

CASSIUS M. LOOMIS.

There is a prayer of thanks no child of earthCan voice in words.

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RECOMPENSE

MARY J. ELMENDORF,

My hands that were reaching so eagerly outHave closed on the hilt of a star;My eyes that were scanning the waters of doubtHave visioned the harbor afar.

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TIME AND ETERNITY

STELLA E. SAXTON.

Out of the darkness flames the light—A lark takes wing.

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JESUS—CHRIST

LAURA GERAHTY.

O Master , thou with the patient eyesAnd the brow that bore and strove;With the voice that ne'er a word conveyedBut was born of infinite Love;Men say, as they pass on their way today,Bending low neath the weight of care,Could they touch thy hem that their silent griefWould melt in the saintly air.