Poems

MY SHIP

MARY EMILY MUIR.

Midnight, and the angry, storm-rocked sea;The mad, wild pageantry of dashing waves.

TRUE SEEKING

J. E. BREED.

To Him who stays the waste of winds and waves,Who shapes the tender forms of flowers and leaves,And in the glow of sky at dawn and nightReflects the vision of a lovelier light,I make my prayer.

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DAY BY DAY

HAROLD SUSMAN.

As you go upon your way,On your duties day by day,Be you grave or be you gay,—Speak a kindly word!

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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.