Poems

PROMISE

ANNIE DINSMORE MC CLURE

A gust of March came eddying through my doorFrom greening fields and orchards, where it toreThis little rosy petal—one alone,A syllable of spring, unfriendly blownFrom parent tree in parallels unknown.

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THE WINNER

Lilla Elizabeth Kelley

When the battle waxes fiercest,When the blows fall thick and fast,With full courage, reinspired,We shall gain the height at last.

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THE SHEPHERD

BEN. HAWORTH-BOOTH

Ah , gentle shepherd of the moor and hill,Though cold the comfort of the wintry wold,Though frozen be the fountain and the rill,And wolves await the wanderer from the fold,—We hear thy mountain horn and fearful hearts growbold.

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WORSHIP

MARY MC D. SANTLEY

Our Father, God, unchanging Love,We lift our thought to Thee;All grace Thou art—below, above—All power and majesty.

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HEAVEN IS WITHIN

HAROLD SUSMAN

The weary world has gone to sleep,Is lulled at last in slumbers deep,And ever dreams of sin;It dreams that evil here must stay,That goodness is far, far away,—But heaven is within!

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TRUST

JEANNETTE A. BECKER

Fear thou not, my little one,Tho' out upon the wold;Thy Father's hand is near thee,Thy trustful hand to hold.

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HUMILITY

KATHARINE J. SMITH.

Love, redolent with unselfishness, bathes all in beauty and light.

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THE MORNING LIGHT

DAISY E. TRANTY.

Methought I saw a hill and heavy cross,And error crying, "Crucify!"Then on that cross the "perfect man" was nailed,While all the earth was black and heaven wailed.

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"THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN."

BEN. HAWORTH-BOOTH

It gleams as lightning in the lurid shade;'Tis like the leaven that the housewife laidUnseen among the meal, till all was made;Like fisher's net, filled from the weltering deepWith bad and good, to cast aside or keep;It comes in silence, thief-like, while we sleep;Like the small mustard-seed, uncared, that fellAnd grew the mightiest of the herbs, untilThe birds of heaven upon her branches dwell;'Tis like the king who for his marriage-feastCalled rich and poor, the peasant and the priest;But all men made excuse, the greatest as the least.

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AFTER ALL

HON. CLARENCE A. BUSKIRK

Our sobs and our laughter may follow each otherAs swift as our heart-throbs, many's the time;Our smiles and our tears may neighbor each otherBehind our quick eyelids, many's the time;Hide-and-seek may be played by the clouds and the sunlightAcross the blue spaces forever above us;Yet we know, after all, there is always the sunlight,And we know God is Love and is ever above us.