Poems

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THE SEAMLESS ROBE

BLANCHE BLOOR SCHLEPPEY

It was my hour of need.

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"THINE IS THE GLORY"

MARY WHEELER.

To Thee alone the praise,O Love divine!I did but know Thy truth,And let it shine.

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THE MORNING

STOKES ANTHONY BENNETT.

I look to Thee, Thou God of right,My refuge, fortress, my delight,Each breaking day.

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THE PRACTITIONER

GERTRUDE RING

He dips, and gives from out the well of TruthA quenching draught, when straightway life and youthQuicken to being, as the springtime shootStirs all a-tremble in some brown old root.

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THE PRAYER OF FAITH

LAURA GERAHTY.

Look, mother dear! see how my feet are firm upon thefloor!And there my little crutches lie, outside the open door.

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THE LISTENING EAR

AMY RUTH WENZEL.

When at dawn the breeze came bringingMusic faint, in olden morns.

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'Tis well to see with holy eyesThe vision on the mountain-height,But now the valley, with its needs,Must know our deeds of holy might:A might made possible by Truth,That comes with garments pure and white,To heal the sick and sinful ones,And lead them to the mountain-height.

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A CALL

MARIE HEDDERWICK BROWNE.

RISE up, O child of God, and know Thou need'st not be nor sad, nor weary; The path by which thou hast to go Love-lighted is, nor dark nor dreary.

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"IN HIM WE LIVE."

MARY I. MESECHRE.

FALLEN, you say?

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HUMILITY

LUCY HOLMAN HINCHCLIFFE.

ALONE! with Thee, O God! O Love divine, so tender, true, and sweet, What, but for Thee, would be my pangs this night! Pangs of regret for that dead past To which we mortals ever cling, Except when, lifted high by truth's fair wing, Soaring amid the ether blue of heaven's own vault, We see the radiant beyond; And know no more the buried past, But to that past our earthly hopes and sorrows fling— Fling as a garment that is worn too long And waxen old and tattered grown.