Poems

Exultation!

BY E. F. V.

He "maketh the clouds His chariot!"And why should weFrom sorrow fleeIn fear and trepidation?

Oh , give me that seat in the corner,The lowliest, humblest chair:For the blind, the lame, deaf, and weary,Are sure to be lingering there;The hungry, the thirsty, and dying,Will be seeking a kind, helping hand:I will choose that low place in the corner,Where none but the Christian would stand.

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Departure and Call

By KEYES BECKER.

Upon the wings of mystic gloomThe old year drifteth far from sight;The final hours of latest nightOld Century's dying breath consume.

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Satisfied Longings

BY CLIFTON N. HILDUM.

My Father, God, to beNearer and nearer Thee,My only aim.

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Satisfied

BY MARY BAKER G. EDDY

It matters not,What be thy lot,So Love doth guide;For storm or shine—Pure peace is thine—Whate'er betide.

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The Healer

John G. Whittier

So stood of old the holy ChristAmidst the suffering throng;With whom his lightest touch sufficedTo make the weakest strong.

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Coming Day

BY KATE JONES

Heed not that error seems to holdUnbounded sway,—The darkest hour—'tis said of old—Precedes the day.

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The Lash

Martha Gilbert Dickinson

'Tis not the sunshine or the blessedness of life,Nor love, the healer of despair,Nor laurels torn from sullen fields of strife,Nor nightfall's certitude of care—I most thank God for; 'tis the lash!That cuts my faceTo one swift surging consciousness,That I all but betrayed a royal placeAnd pawned my soul for fate's caress.