Poems

At Last

M. BETTIE BELL.

At last, I saw the light.

At-One With Thee

BEN. HAWORTH-BOOTH.

AT-ONE with Thee, upon the shore of timeWe stand in silent awe, at-one with Thee!And know Love is in all eternityThe only law sublime.

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I DEEMED, before mine eyes beheld the light,—When life was young, when I believed the storyOf wise incompetence and darkened sight,—That He, the Lord of love, the God of glory,Was even a tyrant, terrible and gory,Eager to hurl His foolish children hence,As rocks by Cyclops off their promontory,Into the foul abyss of hatred, whenceIs no return, no hope, no prayer, no penitence.

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The Little Scientist

GERTRUDE RING.

There are no eyes more beautiful to meThan those that look from out her dear, round face.

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Healing

MARY MC CRARY.

EGYPTIAN darkness,Pharaoh's slave,Hope's star gone down.

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Where'er a noble deed is wrought,...

[The following interesting prophecy by the poet Long-fellow appeared in the first number of the Atlantic Monthly.

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Truth's Coming

MERCY NUTTER DAVIS

In Thy name! O Love transcendent,Cometh one proclaiming goodAs the Life of all—resplendentEverywhere when understood.

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The Unseen Friend

F. A. Owen

My child went forth into my garden fair,Having no wish or will to stay by me;But that I ever followed him out there,He did not see.

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Questions

LAURA E. CARTER.

"WHAT do you think, little thoughtful one,When the firelight flickers low,And shadows o'er the hearth's gray stoneAre flitting to and fro?

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The Dedication to Divine Love

C. A. Buskirk

In the brave city smiling on the shoreWhich, with its tossing tides, th' Atlantic laves;Where fearless freemen, in the days of yore,—A band intrepid, scorning to be slaves,—Daring the utterance that made them free,Tossed in their splendid scorn to the wild wavesThe symbols of a haughty tyranny—In this brave city, after scores of years,The stately sign of a sublime event,The symbol and prophetic monumentOf men's completer liberty, appearsWith dominating dome against the sky,A witness to this morning century.