Poems

If we Knew

J. EDWARD SMITH.

If I knew that a word of mine,A word not kind and true,     Might leave its trace     On a loved one's face,I'd never speak harshly, would you?

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The Treasure House

MARY J. ELMENDORF.

There stands a wondrous Treasure-House,Beside a peace-enfolded sea,Wherein are riches fairer farThan pearls of Ind or Araby.

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"Son, all that I have is Thine."

ALICE J. TILDEN.

I SEARCHED long hours for ease from pain,For health and strength to work again,And struggled, too, for ease of mind,A hearty joy in being kind,For love of all that's good and pure,For wealth of thoughts that aye endure,That self might be effaced in me,And all my thoughts for others be,Then quick this promise came, Divine,"All that I have, my son, is thine.

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The Tempest

BERT POOLE.

"Be still," dear mortal, tossed and triedAll night by self-inflicted woesUpon life's Galilean sea.

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The New Year

JULIETTE M. MINK.

Farewell , old year, farewell!Go on thy way, and tellTo high and low,With rhythmic flow,That all is well.

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Christian Love

FLORENCE RICHMOND.

True love of man and woman,The God-inspired and human,Athrob with wakened fiery beatTo smooth the paths of weary feet;Like pulses of the mobile airThou art a life-fount everywhere.

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The Awakening

MARGUERITE BOUVET.

WHAT matters where my body dwellsIf but my thoughts are high?

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Cheer Up

Anon

Cheer up! The sky is bluerThan it was a year ago;The very smiles are gladderAnd have a richer glow;The raining and the sunshineAre helping you and me—The world is growing betterThan it ever used to be.

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A Song of Thanksgiving

GEORGE AMBROSE DENNISON.

New-winged with truth, as never winged before—The Master's truth, reborn these latter days—Thanksgiving anthems ring from shore to shoreAround the pendant world, with joy and praise.