Chapter X. Inklings Historic

[pg 378]Chapter X. Inklings HistoricAbout the year 1862, while the author of this work [1]was at Dr. Vail's Hydropathic Institute in NewHampshire, this occurred: A patient considered incur-able left that institution, and in a few weeks returnedapparently well, having been healed, as he informed [5]the patients, by one Mr. P. P. Quimby of Portland,Maine.After much consultation among ourselves, and a strugglewith pride, the author, in company with several otherpatients, left the water-cure,en routefor the aforesaid [10]doctor in Portland. He proved to be a magnetic practi-tioner. His treatment seemed at first to relieve her, butsignally failed in healing her case.Having practised homœopathy, it never occurred to theauthor to learn his practice, but she did ask him how [15]manipulation could benefit the sick. He answered kindlyand squarely, in substance,“Because it conveyselectricityto them.”That was the sum of what he taught her ofhis medical profession.The readers of my books cannot fail to see that meta- [20]physical therapeutics, as in Christian Science, are fartherremoved from such thoughts than the nebulous systemis from the earth.[pg 379]After treating his patients, Mr. Quimby would retire [1]to an anteroom and write at his desk. I had a curiosityto know if he indited anything pathological relative tohis patients, and asked if I could see his pennings onmy case. He immediately presented them. I read the [5]copy in his presence, and returned it to him. The com-position was commonplace, mostly descriptive of the gen-eral appearance, height, and complexion of the individual,and the nature of the case: it was not at all metaphysi-cal or scientific; and from his remarks I inferred that [10]his writings usually ran in the vein of thought presentedby these. He was neither a scholar nor a metaphysician.I never heard him say that matter was not as real as Mind,or that electricity was not as potential or remedial, orallude to God as the divine Principle of all healing. He [15]certainly had advanced views of his own, but they com-mingled error with truth, and were not Science. Onhis rare humanity and sympathy one could write asonnet.I had already experimented in medicine beyond the [20]basis ofmateria medica,—up to the highest attenuationin homoeopathy, thence to a mental standpoint not un-derstood and with phenomenally good results;7mean-while assiduously pondering the solution of this greatquestion: Is it matter, or is it Mind, that heals the [25]sick?It was after Mr. Quimby's death that I discovered,in 1866, the momentous facts relating to Mind and itssuperiority over matter, and named my discovery Chris-tian Science. Yet, there remained the difficulty of ad- [30]justing in the scale of Science a metaphysicalpractice,[pg 380]and settling the question, What shall be the outward [1]sign of such a practice: if a divine Principle alone heals,what is the human modus for demonstrating this,—inshort, how can sinful mortals prove that a divine Principleheals the sick, as well as governs the universe, time, [5]space, immortality, man?When contemplating the majesty and magnitude ofthis query, it looked as if centuries of spiritual growthwere requisite to enable me to elucidate or to dem-onstrate what I had discovered: but an unlooked-for, [10]imperative call for help impelled me to begin this stu-pendous work at once, and teach the first student inChristian Science. Even as when an accident, calledfatal to life, had driven me to discover the Science ofLife, I again, in faith, turned to divine help,—and com- [15]menced teaching.My students at first practised in slightly differingforms. AlthoughIcould heal mentally, without a signsave the immediate recovery of the sick, my students'patients, and people generally, called for a sign—a ma- [20]terial evidence wherewith to satisfy the sick that somethingwas being done for them; and I said,“Suffer itto be so now,”for thus saith our Master. Experience,however, taught me the impossibility of demonstratingthe Science of metaphysical healing by any outward form [25]of practice.In April, 1883, a bill in equity was filed in the UnitedStates Circuit Court in Boston, to restrain, by decree andorder of the Court, the unlawful publishing and use of aninfringing pamphlet printed and issued by a student of [30]Christian Science.Answer was filed by the defendant, alleging that the[pg 381]copyrighted works of Mrs. Eddy were not original with [1]her, but had been copied by her, or by her direction,from manuscripts originally composed by Dr. P. P.Quimby.Testimony was taken on the part of Mrs. Eddy, the [5]defendant being present personally and by counsel. Thetime for taking testimony on the part of the defendanthaving nearly expired, he gave notice through his counselthat he should not put in testimony. Later, Mrs.Eddy requested her lawyer to inquire of defendant's [10]counsel why he did not present evidence to support hisclaim that Dr. Quimby was the author of her writings!Accordingly, her counsel asked the defendant's counselthis question, and he replied, in substance,“There isno evidence to present.”[15]The stipulation for a judgment and a decree in favorof Mrs. Eddy was drawn up and signed by counsel.It was ordered that the complainant (Mrs. Eddy)recover of the defendant her cost of suit, taxed at($113.09) one hundred thirteen and 9/100 dollars. [20]A writ of injunction was issued under the seal of thesaid Court, restraining the defendant from directly orindirectly printing, publishing, selling, giving away,distributing, or in any way or manner disposing of,the enjoined pamphlet, on penalty of ten thousand [25]dollars.The infringing books, to the number of thirty-eighthundred or thereabouts, were put under the edge ofthe knife, and their unlawful existence destroyed, inBoston, Massachusetts. [30]It has been written that“nobody can be both founderand discoverer of the same thing.”If this declaration[pg 382]were either a truism or a rule, my experience would [1]contradict it and prove an exception.No works on the subject of Christian Science existed,prior to my discovery of this Science. Before the publi-cation of my first work on this doctrine, a few manu- [5]scripts of mine were in circulation. The discovery andfounding of Christian Science has cost more than thirtyyears of unremitting toil and unrest; but, comparing thosewith the joy of knowing that the sinner and the sick arehelped thereby, that time and eternity bear witness to [10]this gift of God to the race, I am the debtor.In the latter half of the nineteenth century I discov-ered the Science of Christianity, and restored the firstpatient healed in this age by Christian Science. I taughtthe first student in Christian Science Mind-healing; was [15]author and publisher of the first books on this subject;obtained the first charter for the first Christian Sciencechurch, originated its form of government, and was itsfirst pastor. I donated to this church the land on whichin 1894 was erected the first church edifice of this denomination [20]in Boston; obtained the first and only charterfor a metaphysical medical college,—was its first andonly president; was editor and proprietor of the firstChristian Science periodical; organized the first ChristianScientist Association, wrote its constitution and by- [25]laws,—as also the constitution and by-laws of theNational Christian Science Association; and gave itThe Christian Science Journal; inaugurated our denom-inational form of Sunday services, Sunday School, andso the entire system of teaching and practising Christian [30]Science.In 1895 I ordained that the Bible, and“Science and[pg 383]Health with Key to the Scriptures,”the Christian Science [1]textbook, be the pastor, on this planet, of all the churchesof the Christian Science denomination. This ordinancetook effect the same year, and met with the universal ap-proval and support of Christian Scientists. Whenever [5]and wherever a church of Christian Science is established,its pastor is the Bible and my book.In 1896 it goes without saying, preeminent over igno-rance or envy, that Christian Scienceis founded by itsdiscoverer, and built upon the rock of Christ. The el- [10]ements of earth beat in vain against the immortal parapetsof this Science. Erect and eternal, it will go on with theages, go down the dim posterns of time unharmed, andon every battle-field rise higher in the estimation ofthinkers and in the hearts of Christians. [15][pg 384]Chapter XI. PoemsCome ThouCome, in the minstrel's lay; [2]When two hearts meet,And true hearts greet,And all is morn and May. [5]Come Thou! and now, anew,To thought and deedGive sober speed,Thy will to know, and do.Stay! till the storms are o'er— [10]The cold blasts done,The reign of heaven begun,And Love, the evermore.Be patient, waiting heart:Light, Love divine [15]Is here, and thine;You therefore cannot part.“The seasons come and go:Love, like the sea,Rolls on with thee,— [20]But knows no ebb and flow.[pg 385]“Faith, hope, and tears, triune,[1]Above the sodFind peace in God,And one eternal noon.”Oh, Thou hast heard my prayer; [5]And I am blest!This is Thy high behest:Thou, here andeverywhere.Meeting Of My Departed Mother And Husband“Joy for thee, happy friend! thy bark is past[10]The dangerous sea, and safely moored at last—Beyond rough foam.Soft gales celestial, in sweet music bore—Spirit emancipate for this far shore—Thee to thy home. [15]“You've travelled long, and far from mortal joys,To Soul's diviner sense, that spurns such toys,Brave wrestler, lone.Now see thy ever-self; Life never fled;Man is not mortal, never of the dead: [20]The dark unknown.“When hope soared high, and joy was eagle-plumed,Thy pinions drooped; the flesh was weak, and doomedTo pass away.But faith triumphant round thy death-couch shed [25]Majestic forms; and radiant glory spedThe dawning day.[pg 386]“Intensely grand and glorious life's sphere,—[1]Beyond the shadow, infinite appearLife, Love divine,—Where mortal yearnings come not, sighs are stilled,And home and peace and hearts are found and filled, [5]Thine, ever thine.“Bearest thou no tidings from our loved on earth,The toiler tireless for Truth's new birthAll-unbeguiled?Our joy is gathered from her parting sigh: [10]This hour looks on her heart with pitying eye,—What of my child?”“When, severed by death's dream, I woke to Life,She deemed I died, and could not know the strifeAt first to fill [15]That waking with a love that steady turnsTo God; a hope that ever upward yearns,Bowed to His will.“Years had passed o'er thy broken household band,When angels beckoned me to this bright land, [20]With thee to meet.She that has wept o'er thee, kissed my cold brow,Rears the sad marble to our memory now,In lone retreat.“By the remembrance of her loyal life,[25]And parting prayer, I only know my wife,Thy child, shall come—Where farewells cloud not o'er our ransomed rest—Hither to reap, with all the crowned and blest,Of bliss the sum. [30][pg 387]“When Love's rapt sense the heart-strings gently sweep,[1]With joy divinely fair, the high and deep,To call her home,She shall mount upward unto purer skies;We shall be waiting, in what glad surprise, [5]Our spirits' own!”LoveBrood o'er us with Thy shelt'ring wing,'Neath which our spirits blendLike brother birds, that soar and sing, [10]And on the same branch bend.The arrow that doth wound the doveDarts not from those who watch and love.If thou the bending reed wouldst breakBy thought or word unkind, [15]Pray that his spirit you partake,Who loved and healed mankind:Seek holy thoughts and heavenly strain,That make men one in love remain.Learn, too, that wisdom's rod is given [20]For faith to kiss, and know;That greetings glorious from high heaven,Whence joys supernal flow,Come from that Love, divinely near,Which chastens pride and earth-born fear, [25][pg 388]Through God, who gave that word of might [1]Which swelled creation's lay:“Let there be light, and there was light.”What chased the clouds away?'Twas Love whose finger traced aloud [5]A bow of promise on the cloud.Thou to whose power our hope we give,Free us from human strife.Fed by Thy love divine we live, [10]For Love alone is Life;And life most sweet, as heart to heartSpeaks kindly when we meet and part.Woman's RightsGrave on her monumental pile:She won from vice, by virtue's smile, [15]Her dazzling crown, her sceptred throne,Affection's wreath, a happy home;The right to worship deep and pure,To bless the orphan, feed the poor;Last at the cross to mourn her Lord, [20]First at the tomb to hear his word:To fold an angel's wings below;And hover o'er the couch of woe;To nurse the Bethlehem babe so sweet,The right to sit at Jesus' feet; [25][pg 389]To form the bud for bursting bloom, [1]The hoary head with joy to crown;In short, the right to work and pray,“To point to heaven and lead the way.”The Mother's Evening PrayerO gentle presence, peace and joy and power;O Life divine, that owns each waiting hour,Thou Love that guards the nestling's faltering flight!Keep Thou my child on upward wing to-night.Love is our refuge; only with mine eye [10]Can I behold the snare, the pit, the fall:His habitation high is here, and nigh,His arm encircles me, and mine, and all.O make me glad for every scalding tear,For hope deferred, ingratitude, disdain! [15]Wait, and love more for every hate, and fearNo ill,—since God is good, and loss is gain.Beneath the shadow of His mighty wing;In that sweet secret of the narrow way,Seeking and finding, with the angels sing: [20]“Lo, I am with you alway,”—watch and pray.No snare, no fowler, pestilence or pain;No night drops down upon the troubled breast,When heaven's aftersmile earth's tear-drops gain,And mother finds her home and heavenly rest. [25][pg 390]JuneWhence are thy wooings, gentle June?Thou hast a Naiad's charm;Thy breezes scent the rose's breath;Old Time gives thee her palm. [5]The lark's shrill song doth wake the dawn;The eve-bird's forest fluteGives back some maiden melody,Too pure for aught so mute.The fairy-peopled world of flowers, [10]Enraptured by thy spell,Looks love unto the laughing hours,Through woodland, grove, and dell;And soft thy footstep falls uponThe verdant grass it weaves; [15]To melting murmurs ye have stirredThe timid, trembling leaves.When sunshine beautifies the shower,As smiles through teardrops seen,Ask of its June, the long-hushed heart, [20]What hath the record been?And thou wilt find that harmonies,In which the Soul hath part,Ne'er perish young, like things of earth,In records of the heart. [25][pg 391]Wish And ItemWritten to the Editor of theItem, Lynn, Mass.I hope the heart that's hungryFor things above the floor,Will find within its portals [5]An item rich in store;That melancholy mortalsWill count their mercies o'er,And learn that Truth and wisdomHave many items more; [10]That when a wrong is done us,It stirs no thought of strife;And Love becomes the substance,As item, of our life;That every ragged urchin, [15]With bare feet soiled or sore,Share God's most tender mercies,—Find items at our door.Then if we've done to othersSome good ne'er told before, [20]When angels shall repeat it,'T will be an item more.[pg 392]The Oak On The Mountain's SummitOh, mountain monarch, at whose feet I stand,—Clouds to adorn thy brow, skies clasp thy hand,—Nature divine, in harmony profound,With peaceful presence hath begirt thee round. [5]And thou, majestic oak, from yon high placeGuard'st thou the earth, asleep in night's embrace,—And from thy lofty summit, pouring downThy sheltering shade, her noonday glories crown?Whate'er thy mission, mountain sentinel, [10]To my lone heart thou art a power and spell;A lesson grave, of life, that teacheth meTo love the Hebrew figure of a tree.Faithful and patient be my life as thine;As strong to wrestle with the storms of time; [15]As deeply rooted in a soil of love;As grandly rising to the heavens above.Isle Of WightWritten on receiving a painting of the IsleIsle of beauty, thou art singing [20]To my sense a sweet refrain;To my busy mem'ry bringingScenes that I would see again.[pg 393]Chief, the charm of thy reflecting, [1]Is the moral that it brings;Nature, with the mind connecting,Gives the artist's fancy wings.Soul, sublime 'mid humandébris, [5]Paints the limner's work, I ween,Art and Science, all unweary,Lighting up this mortal dream.Work ill-done within the mistyMine of human thoughts, we see [10]Soon abandoned when the MasterCrowns life's Cliff for such as we.Students wise, he maketh now thusThose who fish in waters deep,When the buried Master hails us [15]From the shores afar, complete.Art hath bathed this isthmus-lordlingIn a beauty strong and meekAs the rock, whose upward tendingPoints the plane of power to seek. [20]Isle of beauty, thou art teachingLessons long and grand, to-night,To my heart that would be bleachingTo thy whiteness, Cliff of Wight.[pg 394]Hope'T is borne on the zephyr at eventide's hour;It falls on the heart like the dew on the flower,—An infinite essence from tropic to pole,The promise, the home, and the heaven of Soul. [5]Hope happifies life, at the altar or bower,And loosens the fetters of pride and of power;It comes through our tears, as the soft summer rain,To beautify, bless, and make joyful again.The harp of the minstrel, the treasure of time; [10]A rainbow of rapture, o'erarching, divine;The God-given mandate that speaks from above,—No place for earth's idols, but hope thou, and love.Rondelet“The flowers of JuneThe gates of memory unbar:The flowers of JuneSuch old-time harmoniesretune,I fain would keep the gates ajar,—So full of sweet enchantment are [20]The flowers of June.”James T. White[pg 395]To Mr. James T. WhiteWho loves not June [2]Is out of tuneWith love and God;The rose his rival reigns, [5]The stars reject his pains,His home the clod!And yet I trow,When sweetrondeauDoth play a part, [10]The curtain drops on June;Veiled is the modest moon—Hushed is the heart.AutumnWritten in childhood, in a maple grove [15]Quickly earth's jewels disappear;The turf, whereon I tread,Ere autumn blanch another year,May rest above my head.Touched by the finger of decay [20]Is every earthly love;For joy, to shun my weary way,Is registered above.The languid brooklets yield their sighs,A requiem o'er the tomb [25]Of sunny days and cloudless skies,Enhancing autumn's gloom.[pg 396]The wild winds mutter, howl, and moan, [1]To scare my woodland walk,And frightened fancy flees, to roamWhere ghosts and goblins stalk.The cricket's sharp, discordant scream [5]Fills mortal sense with dread;More sorrowful it scarce could seem;It voices beauty fled.Yet here, upon this faded sod,—O happy hours and fleet,— [10]When songsters' matin hymns to GodAre poured in strains so sweet,My heart unbidden joins rehearse;I hope it's better made,When mingling with the universe, [15]Beneath the maple's shade.Christ My RefugeO'er waiting harpstrings of the mindThere sweeps a strain,Low, sad, and sweet, whose measures bind [20]The power of pain,And wake a white-winged angel throngOf thoughts, illumedBy faith, and breathed in raptured song,With love perfumed. [25][pg 397]Then His unveiled, sweet mercies show [1]Life's burdens light.I kiss the cross, and wake to knowA world more bright.And o'er earth's troubled, angry sea [5]I see Christ walk,And come to me, and tenderly,Divinely talk.Thus Truth engrounds me on the rock,Upon Life's shore, [10]'Gainst which the winds and waves can shock,Oh, nevermore!From tired joy and grief afar,And nearer Thee,—Father, where Thine own children are, [15]I love to be.My prayer, some daily good to doTo Thine, for Thee;An offering pure of Love, wheretoGod leadeth me. [20]“Feed My Sheep”Shepherd, show me how to goO'er the hillside steep,How to gather, how to sow,—How to feed Thy sheep;[pg 398]I will listen for Thy voice, [1]Lest my footsteps stray;I will follow and rejoiceAll the rugged way.Thou wilt bind the stubborn will, [5]Wound the callous breast,Make self-righteousness be still,Break earth's stupid rest.Strangers on a barren shore,Lab'ring long and lone, [10]We would enter by the door,And Thou know'st Thine own;So, when day grows dark and cold,Tear or triumph harms,Lead Thy lambkins to the fold, [15]Take them in Thine arms;Feed the hungry, heal the heart,Till the morning's beam;White as wool, ere they depart,Shepherd, wash them clean.Communion HymnSaw ye my Saviour? Heard ye the glad sound?Felt ye the power of the Word?'T was the Truth that made us free,And was found by you and me [25]In the life and the love of our Lord.[pg 399]Mourner, it calls you,—“Come to my bosom,[1]Love wipes your tears all away,And will lift the shade of gloom,And for you make radiant roomMidst the glories of one endless day.”[5]Sinner, it calls you,—“Come to this fountain,Cleanse the foul senses within;'Tis the Spirit that makes pure,That exalts thee, and will cureAll thy sorrow and sickness and sin.”[10]Strongest deliverer, friend of the friendless,Life of all being divine:Thou the Christ, and not the creed;Thou the Truth in thought and deed;Thou the water, the bread, and the wine. [15]Laus Deo!Written on laying the corner-stone of The Mother ChurchLaus Deo, it is done!Rolled away from loving heartIs a stone. [20]Lifted higher, we depart,Having one.Laus Deo,—on this rock(Heaven chiselled squarely good)Stands His church,— [25]God is Love, and understoodBy His flock.[pg 400]Laus Deo, night star-lit [1]Slumbers not in God's embrace;Be awake;Like this stone, be in thy place:Stand, not sit. [5]Grave, silent, steadfast stone,Dirge and song and shoutings lowIn thy heartDwell serene,—and sorrow? No,It has none, [10]Laus Deo!A VerseMother's New Year Gift to the Little ChildrenFather-Mother God,Loving me,— [15]Guard me when I sleep;Guide my little feetUp to Thee.To the Big ChildrenFather-Mother good, lovingly [20]Thee I seek,—Patient, meek,In the way Thou hast,—Be it slow or fast,Up to Thee. [25][pg 401]

Chapter X. Inklings HistoricAbout the year 1862, while the author of this work [1]was at Dr. Vail's Hydropathic Institute in NewHampshire, this occurred: A patient considered incur-able left that institution, and in a few weeks returnedapparently well, having been healed, as he informed [5]the patients, by one Mr. P. P. Quimby of Portland,Maine.After much consultation among ourselves, and a strugglewith pride, the author, in company with several otherpatients, left the water-cure,en routefor the aforesaid [10]doctor in Portland. He proved to be a magnetic practi-tioner. His treatment seemed at first to relieve her, butsignally failed in healing her case.Having practised homœopathy, it never occurred to theauthor to learn his practice, but she did ask him how [15]manipulation could benefit the sick. He answered kindlyand squarely, in substance,“Because it conveyselectricityto them.”That was the sum of what he taught her ofhis medical profession.The readers of my books cannot fail to see that meta- [20]physical therapeutics, as in Christian Science, are fartherremoved from such thoughts than the nebulous systemis from the earth.[pg 379]After treating his patients, Mr. Quimby would retire [1]to an anteroom and write at his desk. I had a curiosityto know if he indited anything pathological relative tohis patients, and asked if I could see his pennings onmy case. He immediately presented them. I read the [5]copy in his presence, and returned it to him. The com-position was commonplace, mostly descriptive of the gen-eral appearance, height, and complexion of the individual,and the nature of the case: it was not at all metaphysi-cal or scientific; and from his remarks I inferred that [10]his writings usually ran in the vein of thought presentedby these. He was neither a scholar nor a metaphysician.I never heard him say that matter was not as real as Mind,or that electricity was not as potential or remedial, orallude to God as the divine Principle of all healing. He [15]certainly had advanced views of his own, but they com-mingled error with truth, and were not Science. Onhis rare humanity and sympathy one could write asonnet.I had already experimented in medicine beyond the [20]basis ofmateria medica,—up to the highest attenuationin homoeopathy, thence to a mental standpoint not un-derstood and with phenomenally good results;7mean-while assiduously pondering the solution of this greatquestion: Is it matter, or is it Mind, that heals the [25]sick?It was after Mr. Quimby's death that I discovered,in 1866, the momentous facts relating to Mind and itssuperiority over matter, and named my discovery Chris-tian Science. Yet, there remained the difficulty of ad- [30]justing in the scale of Science a metaphysicalpractice,[pg 380]and settling the question, What shall be the outward [1]sign of such a practice: if a divine Principle alone heals,what is the human modus for demonstrating this,—inshort, how can sinful mortals prove that a divine Principleheals the sick, as well as governs the universe, time, [5]space, immortality, man?When contemplating the majesty and magnitude ofthis query, it looked as if centuries of spiritual growthwere requisite to enable me to elucidate or to dem-onstrate what I had discovered: but an unlooked-for, [10]imperative call for help impelled me to begin this stu-pendous work at once, and teach the first student inChristian Science. Even as when an accident, calledfatal to life, had driven me to discover the Science ofLife, I again, in faith, turned to divine help,—and com- [15]menced teaching.My students at first practised in slightly differingforms. AlthoughIcould heal mentally, without a signsave the immediate recovery of the sick, my students'patients, and people generally, called for a sign—a ma- [20]terial evidence wherewith to satisfy the sick that somethingwas being done for them; and I said,“Suffer itto be so now,”for thus saith our Master. Experience,however, taught me the impossibility of demonstratingthe Science of metaphysical healing by any outward form [25]of practice.In April, 1883, a bill in equity was filed in the UnitedStates Circuit Court in Boston, to restrain, by decree andorder of the Court, the unlawful publishing and use of aninfringing pamphlet printed and issued by a student of [30]Christian Science.Answer was filed by the defendant, alleging that the[pg 381]copyrighted works of Mrs. Eddy were not original with [1]her, but had been copied by her, or by her direction,from manuscripts originally composed by Dr. P. P.Quimby.Testimony was taken on the part of Mrs. Eddy, the [5]defendant being present personally and by counsel. Thetime for taking testimony on the part of the defendanthaving nearly expired, he gave notice through his counselthat he should not put in testimony. Later, Mrs.Eddy requested her lawyer to inquire of defendant's [10]counsel why he did not present evidence to support hisclaim that Dr. Quimby was the author of her writings!Accordingly, her counsel asked the defendant's counselthis question, and he replied, in substance,“There isno evidence to present.”[15]The stipulation for a judgment and a decree in favorof Mrs. Eddy was drawn up and signed by counsel.It was ordered that the complainant (Mrs. Eddy)recover of the defendant her cost of suit, taxed at($113.09) one hundred thirteen and 9/100 dollars. [20]A writ of injunction was issued under the seal of thesaid Court, restraining the defendant from directly orindirectly printing, publishing, selling, giving away,distributing, or in any way or manner disposing of,the enjoined pamphlet, on penalty of ten thousand [25]dollars.The infringing books, to the number of thirty-eighthundred or thereabouts, were put under the edge ofthe knife, and their unlawful existence destroyed, inBoston, Massachusetts. [30]It has been written that“nobody can be both founderand discoverer of the same thing.”If this declaration[pg 382]were either a truism or a rule, my experience would [1]contradict it and prove an exception.No works on the subject of Christian Science existed,prior to my discovery of this Science. Before the publi-cation of my first work on this doctrine, a few manu- [5]scripts of mine were in circulation. The discovery andfounding of Christian Science has cost more than thirtyyears of unremitting toil and unrest; but, comparing thosewith the joy of knowing that the sinner and the sick arehelped thereby, that time and eternity bear witness to [10]this gift of God to the race, I am the debtor.In the latter half of the nineteenth century I discov-ered the Science of Christianity, and restored the firstpatient healed in this age by Christian Science. I taughtthe first student in Christian Science Mind-healing; was [15]author and publisher of the first books on this subject;obtained the first charter for the first Christian Sciencechurch, originated its form of government, and was itsfirst pastor. I donated to this church the land on whichin 1894 was erected the first church edifice of this denomination [20]in Boston; obtained the first and only charterfor a metaphysical medical college,—was its first andonly president; was editor and proprietor of the firstChristian Science periodical; organized the first ChristianScientist Association, wrote its constitution and by- [25]laws,—as also the constitution and by-laws of theNational Christian Science Association; and gave itThe Christian Science Journal; inaugurated our denom-inational form of Sunday services, Sunday School, andso the entire system of teaching and practising Christian [30]Science.In 1895 I ordained that the Bible, and“Science and[pg 383]Health with Key to the Scriptures,”the Christian Science [1]textbook, be the pastor, on this planet, of all the churchesof the Christian Science denomination. This ordinancetook effect the same year, and met with the universal ap-proval and support of Christian Scientists. Whenever [5]and wherever a church of Christian Science is established,its pastor is the Bible and my book.In 1896 it goes without saying, preeminent over igno-rance or envy, that Christian Scienceis founded by itsdiscoverer, and built upon the rock of Christ. The el- [10]ements of earth beat in vain against the immortal parapetsof this Science. Erect and eternal, it will go on with theages, go down the dim posterns of time unharmed, andon every battle-field rise higher in the estimation ofthinkers and in the hearts of Christians. [15]

About the year 1862, while the author of this work [1]was at Dr. Vail's Hydropathic Institute in NewHampshire, this occurred: A patient considered incur-able left that institution, and in a few weeks returnedapparently well, having been healed, as he informed [5]the patients, by one Mr. P. P. Quimby of Portland,Maine.

About the year 1862, while the author of this work [1]

was at Dr. Vail's Hydropathic Institute in New

Hampshire, this occurred: A patient considered incur-

able left that institution, and in a few weeks returned

apparently well, having been healed, as he informed [5]

the patients, by one Mr. P. P. Quimby of Portland,

Maine.

After much consultation among ourselves, and a strugglewith pride, the author, in company with several otherpatients, left the water-cure,en routefor the aforesaid [10]doctor in Portland. He proved to be a magnetic practi-tioner. His treatment seemed at first to relieve her, butsignally failed in healing her case.

After much consultation among ourselves, and a struggle

with pride, the author, in company with several other

patients, left the water-cure,en routefor the aforesaid [10]

doctor in Portland. He proved to be a magnetic practi-

tioner. His treatment seemed at first to relieve her, but

signally failed in healing her case.

Having practised homœopathy, it never occurred to theauthor to learn his practice, but she did ask him how [15]manipulation could benefit the sick. He answered kindlyand squarely, in substance,“Because it conveyselectricityto them.”That was the sum of what he taught her ofhis medical profession.

Having practised homœopathy, it never occurred to the

author to learn his practice, but she did ask him how [15]

manipulation could benefit the sick. He answered kindly

and squarely, in substance,“Because it conveyselectricity

to them.”That was the sum of what he taught her of

his medical profession.

The readers of my books cannot fail to see that meta- [20]physical therapeutics, as in Christian Science, are fartherremoved from such thoughts than the nebulous systemis from the earth.

The readers of my books cannot fail to see that meta- [20]

physical therapeutics, as in Christian Science, are farther

removed from such thoughts than the nebulous system

is from the earth.

After treating his patients, Mr. Quimby would retire [1]to an anteroom and write at his desk. I had a curiosityto know if he indited anything pathological relative tohis patients, and asked if I could see his pennings onmy case. He immediately presented them. I read the [5]copy in his presence, and returned it to him. The com-position was commonplace, mostly descriptive of the gen-eral appearance, height, and complexion of the individual,and the nature of the case: it was not at all metaphysi-cal or scientific; and from his remarks I inferred that [10]his writings usually ran in the vein of thought presentedby these. He was neither a scholar nor a metaphysician.I never heard him say that matter was not as real as Mind,or that electricity was not as potential or remedial, orallude to God as the divine Principle of all healing. He [15]certainly had advanced views of his own, but they com-mingled error with truth, and were not Science. Onhis rare humanity and sympathy one could write asonnet.

After treating his patients, Mr. Quimby would retire [1]

to an anteroom and write at his desk. I had a curiosity

to know if he indited anything pathological relative to

his patients, and asked if I could see his pennings on

my case. He immediately presented them. I read the [5]

copy in his presence, and returned it to him. The com-

position was commonplace, mostly descriptive of the gen-

eral appearance, height, and complexion of the individual,

and the nature of the case: it was not at all metaphysi-

cal or scientific; and from his remarks I inferred that [10]

his writings usually ran in the vein of thought presented

by these. He was neither a scholar nor a metaphysician.

I never heard him say that matter was not as real as Mind,

or that electricity was not as potential or remedial, or

allude to God as the divine Principle of all healing. He [15]

certainly had advanced views of his own, but they com-

mingled error with truth, and were not Science. On

his rare humanity and sympathy one could write a

sonnet.

I had already experimented in medicine beyond the [20]basis ofmateria medica,—up to the highest attenuationin homoeopathy, thence to a mental standpoint not un-derstood and with phenomenally good results;7mean-while assiduously pondering the solution of this greatquestion: Is it matter, or is it Mind, that heals the [25]sick?

I had already experimented in medicine beyond the [20]

basis ofmateria medica,—up to the highest attenuation

in homoeopathy, thence to a mental standpoint not un-

derstood and with phenomenally good results;7mean-

while assiduously pondering the solution of this great

question: Is it matter, or is it Mind, that heals the [25]

sick?

It was after Mr. Quimby's death that I discovered,in 1866, the momentous facts relating to Mind and itssuperiority over matter, and named my discovery Chris-tian Science. Yet, there remained the difficulty of ad- [30]justing in the scale of Science a metaphysicalpractice,

It was after Mr. Quimby's death that I discovered,

in 1866, the momentous facts relating to Mind and its

superiority over matter, and named my discovery Chris-

tian Science. Yet, there remained the difficulty of ad- [30]

justing in the scale of Science a metaphysicalpractice,

and settling the question, What shall be the outward [1]sign of such a practice: if a divine Principle alone heals,what is the human modus for demonstrating this,—inshort, how can sinful mortals prove that a divine Principleheals the sick, as well as governs the universe, time, [5]space, immortality, man?

and settling the question, What shall be the outward [1]

sign of such a practice: if a divine Principle alone heals,

what is the human modus for demonstrating this,—in

short, how can sinful mortals prove that a divine Principle

heals the sick, as well as governs the universe, time, [5]

space, immortality, man?

When contemplating the majesty and magnitude ofthis query, it looked as if centuries of spiritual growthwere requisite to enable me to elucidate or to dem-onstrate what I had discovered: but an unlooked-for, [10]imperative call for help impelled me to begin this stu-pendous work at once, and teach the first student inChristian Science. Even as when an accident, calledfatal to life, had driven me to discover the Science ofLife, I again, in faith, turned to divine help,—and com- [15]menced teaching.

When contemplating the majesty and magnitude of

this query, it looked as if centuries of spiritual growth

were requisite to enable me to elucidate or to dem-

onstrate what I had discovered: but an unlooked-for, [10]

imperative call for help impelled me to begin this stu-

pendous work at once, and teach the first student in

Christian Science. Even as when an accident, called

fatal to life, had driven me to discover the Science of

Life, I again, in faith, turned to divine help,—and com- [15]

menced teaching.

My students at first practised in slightly differingforms. AlthoughIcould heal mentally, without a signsave the immediate recovery of the sick, my students'patients, and people generally, called for a sign—a ma- [20]terial evidence wherewith to satisfy the sick that somethingwas being done for them; and I said,“Suffer itto be so now,”for thus saith our Master. Experience,however, taught me the impossibility of demonstratingthe Science of metaphysical healing by any outward form [25]of practice.

My students at first practised in slightly differing

forms. AlthoughIcould heal mentally, without a sign

save the immediate recovery of the sick, my students'

patients, and people generally, called for a sign—a ma- [20]

terial evidence wherewith to satisfy the sick that something

was being done for them; and I said,“Suffer it

to be so now,”for thus saith our Master. Experience,

however, taught me the impossibility of demonstrating

the Science of metaphysical healing by any outward form [25]

of practice.

In April, 1883, a bill in equity was filed in the UnitedStates Circuit Court in Boston, to restrain, by decree andorder of the Court, the unlawful publishing and use of aninfringing pamphlet printed and issued by a student of [30]Christian Science.

In April, 1883, a bill in equity was filed in the United

States Circuit Court in Boston, to restrain, by decree and

order of the Court, the unlawful publishing and use of an

infringing pamphlet printed and issued by a student of [30]

Christian Science.

Answer was filed by the defendant, alleging that the

copyrighted works of Mrs. Eddy were not original with [1]her, but had been copied by her, or by her direction,from manuscripts originally composed by Dr. P. P.Quimby.

copyrighted works of Mrs. Eddy were not original with [1]

her, but had been copied by her, or by her direction,

from manuscripts originally composed by Dr. P. P.

Quimby.

Testimony was taken on the part of Mrs. Eddy, the [5]defendant being present personally and by counsel. Thetime for taking testimony on the part of the defendanthaving nearly expired, he gave notice through his counselthat he should not put in testimony. Later, Mrs.Eddy requested her lawyer to inquire of defendant's [10]counsel why he did not present evidence to support hisclaim that Dr. Quimby was the author of her writings!Accordingly, her counsel asked the defendant's counselthis question, and he replied, in substance,“There isno evidence to present.”[15]

Testimony was taken on the part of Mrs. Eddy, the [5]

defendant being present personally and by counsel. The

time for taking testimony on the part of the defendant

having nearly expired, he gave notice through his counsel

that he should not put in testimony. Later, Mrs.

Eddy requested her lawyer to inquire of defendant's [10]

counsel why he did not present evidence to support his

claim that Dr. Quimby was the author of her writings!

Accordingly, her counsel asked the defendant's counsel

this question, and he replied, in substance,“There is

no evidence to present.”[15]

The stipulation for a judgment and a decree in favorof Mrs. Eddy was drawn up and signed by counsel.It was ordered that the complainant (Mrs. Eddy)recover of the defendant her cost of suit, taxed at($113.09) one hundred thirteen and 9/100 dollars. [20]

The stipulation for a judgment and a decree in favor

of Mrs. Eddy was drawn up and signed by counsel.

It was ordered that the complainant (Mrs. Eddy)

recover of the defendant her cost of suit, taxed at

($113.09) one hundred thirteen and 9/100 dollars. [20]

A writ of injunction was issued under the seal of thesaid Court, restraining the defendant from directly orindirectly printing, publishing, selling, giving away,distributing, or in any way or manner disposing of,the enjoined pamphlet, on penalty of ten thousand [25]dollars.

A writ of injunction was issued under the seal of the

said Court, restraining the defendant from directly or

indirectly printing, publishing, selling, giving away,

distributing, or in any way or manner disposing of,

the enjoined pamphlet, on penalty of ten thousand [25]

dollars.

The infringing books, to the number of thirty-eighthundred or thereabouts, were put under the edge ofthe knife, and their unlawful existence destroyed, inBoston, Massachusetts. [30]

The infringing books, to the number of thirty-eight

hundred or thereabouts, were put under the edge of

the knife, and their unlawful existence destroyed, in

Boston, Massachusetts. [30]

It has been written that“nobody can be both founderand discoverer of the same thing.”If this declaration

It has been written that“nobody can be both founder

and discoverer of the same thing.”If this declaration

were either a truism or a rule, my experience would [1]contradict it and prove an exception.

were either a truism or a rule, my experience would [1]

contradict it and prove an exception.

No works on the subject of Christian Science existed,prior to my discovery of this Science. Before the publi-cation of my first work on this doctrine, a few manu- [5]scripts of mine were in circulation. The discovery andfounding of Christian Science has cost more than thirtyyears of unremitting toil and unrest; but, comparing thosewith the joy of knowing that the sinner and the sick arehelped thereby, that time and eternity bear witness to [10]this gift of God to the race, I am the debtor.

No works on the subject of Christian Science existed,

prior to my discovery of this Science. Before the publi-

cation of my first work on this doctrine, a few manu- [5]

scripts of mine were in circulation. The discovery and

founding of Christian Science has cost more than thirty

years of unremitting toil and unrest; but, comparing those

with the joy of knowing that the sinner and the sick are

helped thereby, that time and eternity bear witness to [10]

this gift of God to the race, I am the debtor.

In the latter half of the nineteenth century I discov-ered the Science of Christianity, and restored the firstpatient healed in this age by Christian Science. I taughtthe first student in Christian Science Mind-healing; was [15]author and publisher of the first books on this subject;obtained the first charter for the first Christian Sciencechurch, originated its form of government, and was itsfirst pastor. I donated to this church the land on whichin 1894 was erected the first church edifice of this denomination [20]in Boston; obtained the first and only charterfor a metaphysical medical college,—was its first andonly president; was editor and proprietor of the firstChristian Science periodical; organized the first ChristianScientist Association, wrote its constitution and by- [25]laws,—as also the constitution and by-laws of theNational Christian Science Association; and gave itThe Christian Science Journal; inaugurated our denom-inational form of Sunday services, Sunday School, andso the entire system of teaching and practising Christian [30]Science.

In the latter half of the nineteenth century I discov-

ered the Science of Christianity, and restored the first

patient healed in this age by Christian Science. I taught

the first student in Christian Science Mind-healing; was [15]

author and publisher of the first books on this subject;

obtained the first charter for the first Christian Science

church, originated its form of government, and was its

first pastor. I donated to this church the land on which

in 1894 was erected the first church edifice of this denomination [20]

in Boston; obtained the first and only charter

for a metaphysical medical college,—was its first and

only president; was editor and proprietor of the first

Christian Science periodical; organized the first Christian

Scientist Association, wrote its constitution and by- [25]

laws,—as also the constitution and by-laws of the

National Christian Science Association; and gave it

The Christian Science Journal; inaugurated our denom-

inational form of Sunday services, Sunday School, and

so the entire system of teaching and practising Christian [30]

Science.

In 1895 I ordained that the Bible, and“Science and

Health with Key to the Scriptures,”the Christian Science [1]textbook, be the pastor, on this planet, of all the churchesof the Christian Science denomination. This ordinancetook effect the same year, and met with the universal ap-proval and support of Christian Scientists. Whenever [5]and wherever a church of Christian Science is established,its pastor is the Bible and my book.

Health with Key to the Scriptures,”the Christian Science [1]

textbook, be the pastor, on this planet, of all the churches

of the Christian Science denomination. This ordinance

took effect the same year, and met with the universal ap-

proval and support of Christian Scientists. Whenever [5]

and wherever a church of Christian Science is established,

its pastor is the Bible and my book.

In 1896 it goes without saying, preeminent over igno-rance or envy, that Christian Scienceis founded by itsdiscoverer, and built upon the rock of Christ. The el- [10]ements of earth beat in vain against the immortal parapetsof this Science. Erect and eternal, it will go on with theages, go down the dim posterns of time unharmed, andon every battle-field rise higher in the estimation ofthinkers and in the hearts of Christians. [15]

In 1896 it goes without saying, preeminent over igno-

rance or envy, that Christian Scienceis founded by its

discoverer, and built upon the rock of Christ. The el- [10]

ements of earth beat in vain against the immortal parapets

of this Science. Erect and eternal, it will go on with the

ages, go down the dim posterns of time unharmed, and

on every battle-field rise higher in the estimation of

thinkers and in the hearts of Christians. [15]

Chapter XI. PoemsCome ThouCome, in the minstrel's lay; [2]When two hearts meet,And true hearts greet,And all is morn and May. [5]Come Thou! and now, anew,To thought and deedGive sober speed,Thy will to know, and do.Stay! till the storms are o'er— [10]The cold blasts done,The reign of heaven begun,And Love, the evermore.Be patient, waiting heart:Light, Love divine [15]Is here, and thine;You therefore cannot part.“The seasons come and go:Love, like the sea,Rolls on with thee,— [20]But knows no ebb and flow.[pg 385]“Faith, hope, and tears, triune,[1]Above the sodFind peace in God,And one eternal noon.”Oh, Thou hast heard my prayer; [5]And I am blest!This is Thy high behest:Thou, here andeverywhere.Meeting Of My Departed Mother And Husband“Joy for thee, happy friend! thy bark is past[10]The dangerous sea, and safely moored at last—Beyond rough foam.Soft gales celestial, in sweet music bore—Spirit emancipate for this far shore—Thee to thy home. [15]“You've travelled long, and far from mortal joys,To Soul's diviner sense, that spurns such toys,Brave wrestler, lone.Now see thy ever-self; Life never fled;Man is not mortal, never of the dead: [20]The dark unknown.“When hope soared high, and joy was eagle-plumed,Thy pinions drooped; the flesh was weak, and doomedTo pass away.But faith triumphant round thy death-couch shed [25]Majestic forms; and radiant glory spedThe dawning day.[pg 386]“Intensely grand and glorious life's sphere,—[1]Beyond the shadow, infinite appearLife, Love divine,—Where mortal yearnings come not, sighs are stilled,And home and peace and hearts are found and filled, [5]Thine, ever thine.“Bearest thou no tidings from our loved on earth,The toiler tireless for Truth's new birthAll-unbeguiled?Our joy is gathered from her parting sigh: [10]This hour looks on her heart with pitying eye,—What of my child?”“When, severed by death's dream, I woke to Life,She deemed I died, and could not know the strifeAt first to fill [15]That waking with a love that steady turnsTo God; a hope that ever upward yearns,Bowed to His will.“Years had passed o'er thy broken household band,When angels beckoned me to this bright land, [20]With thee to meet.She that has wept o'er thee, kissed my cold brow,Rears the sad marble to our memory now,In lone retreat.“By the remembrance of her loyal life,[25]And parting prayer, I only know my wife,Thy child, shall come—Where farewells cloud not o'er our ransomed rest—Hither to reap, with all the crowned and blest,Of bliss the sum. [30][pg 387]“When Love's rapt sense the heart-strings gently sweep,[1]With joy divinely fair, the high and deep,To call her home,She shall mount upward unto purer skies;We shall be waiting, in what glad surprise, [5]Our spirits' own!”LoveBrood o'er us with Thy shelt'ring wing,'Neath which our spirits blendLike brother birds, that soar and sing, [10]And on the same branch bend.The arrow that doth wound the doveDarts not from those who watch and love.If thou the bending reed wouldst breakBy thought or word unkind, [15]Pray that his spirit you partake,Who loved and healed mankind:Seek holy thoughts and heavenly strain,That make men one in love remain.Learn, too, that wisdom's rod is given [20]For faith to kiss, and know;That greetings glorious from high heaven,Whence joys supernal flow,Come from that Love, divinely near,Which chastens pride and earth-born fear, [25][pg 388]Through God, who gave that word of might [1]Which swelled creation's lay:“Let there be light, and there was light.”What chased the clouds away?'Twas Love whose finger traced aloud [5]A bow of promise on the cloud.Thou to whose power our hope we give,Free us from human strife.Fed by Thy love divine we live, [10]For Love alone is Life;And life most sweet, as heart to heartSpeaks kindly when we meet and part.Woman's RightsGrave on her monumental pile:She won from vice, by virtue's smile, [15]Her dazzling crown, her sceptred throne,Affection's wreath, a happy home;The right to worship deep and pure,To bless the orphan, feed the poor;Last at the cross to mourn her Lord, [20]First at the tomb to hear his word:To fold an angel's wings below;And hover o'er the couch of woe;To nurse the Bethlehem babe so sweet,The right to sit at Jesus' feet; [25][pg 389]To form the bud for bursting bloom, [1]The hoary head with joy to crown;In short, the right to work and pray,“To point to heaven and lead the way.”The Mother's Evening PrayerO gentle presence, peace and joy and power;O Life divine, that owns each waiting hour,Thou Love that guards the nestling's faltering flight!Keep Thou my child on upward wing to-night.Love is our refuge; only with mine eye [10]Can I behold the snare, the pit, the fall:His habitation high is here, and nigh,His arm encircles me, and mine, and all.O make me glad for every scalding tear,For hope deferred, ingratitude, disdain! [15]Wait, and love more for every hate, and fearNo ill,—since God is good, and loss is gain.Beneath the shadow of His mighty wing;In that sweet secret of the narrow way,Seeking and finding, with the angels sing: [20]“Lo, I am with you alway,”—watch and pray.No snare, no fowler, pestilence or pain;No night drops down upon the troubled breast,When heaven's aftersmile earth's tear-drops gain,And mother finds her home and heavenly rest. [25][pg 390]JuneWhence are thy wooings, gentle June?Thou hast a Naiad's charm;Thy breezes scent the rose's breath;Old Time gives thee her palm. [5]The lark's shrill song doth wake the dawn;The eve-bird's forest fluteGives back some maiden melody,Too pure for aught so mute.The fairy-peopled world of flowers, [10]Enraptured by thy spell,Looks love unto the laughing hours,Through woodland, grove, and dell;And soft thy footstep falls uponThe verdant grass it weaves; [15]To melting murmurs ye have stirredThe timid, trembling leaves.When sunshine beautifies the shower,As smiles through teardrops seen,Ask of its June, the long-hushed heart, [20]What hath the record been?And thou wilt find that harmonies,In which the Soul hath part,Ne'er perish young, like things of earth,In records of the heart. [25][pg 391]Wish And ItemWritten to the Editor of theItem, Lynn, Mass.I hope the heart that's hungryFor things above the floor,Will find within its portals [5]An item rich in store;That melancholy mortalsWill count their mercies o'er,And learn that Truth and wisdomHave many items more; [10]That when a wrong is done us,It stirs no thought of strife;And Love becomes the substance,As item, of our life;That every ragged urchin, [15]With bare feet soiled or sore,Share God's most tender mercies,—Find items at our door.Then if we've done to othersSome good ne'er told before, [20]When angels shall repeat it,'T will be an item more.[pg 392]The Oak On The Mountain's SummitOh, mountain monarch, at whose feet I stand,—Clouds to adorn thy brow, skies clasp thy hand,—Nature divine, in harmony profound,With peaceful presence hath begirt thee round. [5]And thou, majestic oak, from yon high placeGuard'st thou the earth, asleep in night's embrace,—And from thy lofty summit, pouring downThy sheltering shade, her noonday glories crown?Whate'er thy mission, mountain sentinel, [10]To my lone heart thou art a power and spell;A lesson grave, of life, that teacheth meTo love the Hebrew figure of a tree.Faithful and patient be my life as thine;As strong to wrestle with the storms of time; [15]As deeply rooted in a soil of love;As grandly rising to the heavens above.Isle Of WightWritten on receiving a painting of the IsleIsle of beauty, thou art singing [20]To my sense a sweet refrain;To my busy mem'ry bringingScenes that I would see again.[pg 393]Chief, the charm of thy reflecting, [1]Is the moral that it brings;Nature, with the mind connecting,Gives the artist's fancy wings.Soul, sublime 'mid humandébris, [5]Paints the limner's work, I ween,Art and Science, all unweary,Lighting up this mortal dream.Work ill-done within the mistyMine of human thoughts, we see [10]Soon abandoned when the MasterCrowns life's Cliff for such as we.Students wise, he maketh now thusThose who fish in waters deep,When the buried Master hails us [15]From the shores afar, complete.Art hath bathed this isthmus-lordlingIn a beauty strong and meekAs the rock, whose upward tendingPoints the plane of power to seek. [20]Isle of beauty, thou art teachingLessons long and grand, to-night,To my heart that would be bleachingTo thy whiteness, Cliff of Wight.[pg 394]Hope'T is borne on the zephyr at eventide's hour;It falls on the heart like the dew on the flower,—An infinite essence from tropic to pole,The promise, the home, and the heaven of Soul. [5]Hope happifies life, at the altar or bower,And loosens the fetters of pride and of power;It comes through our tears, as the soft summer rain,To beautify, bless, and make joyful again.The harp of the minstrel, the treasure of time; [10]A rainbow of rapture, o'erarching, divine;The God-given mandate that speaks from above,—No place for earth's idols, but hope thou, and love.Rondelet“The flowers of JuneThe gates of memory unbar:The flowers of JuneSuch old-time harmoniesretune,I fain would keep the gates ajar,—So full of sweet enchantment are [20]The flowers of June.”James T. White[pg 395]To Mr. James T. WhiteWho loves not June [2]Is out of tuneWith love and God;The rose his rival reigns, [5]The stars reject his pains,His home the clod!And yet I trow,When sweetrondeauDoth play a part, [10]The curtain drops on June;Veiled is the modest moon—Hushed is the heart.AutumnWritten in childhood, in a maple grove [15]Quickly earth's jewels disappear;The turf, whereon I tread,Ere autumn blanch another year,May rest above my head.Touched by the finger of decay [20]Is every earthly love;For joy, to shun my weary way,Is registered above.The languid brooklets yield their sighs,A requiem o'er the tomb [25]Of sunny days and cloudless skies,Enhancing autumn's gloom.[pg 396]The wild winds mutter, howl, and moan, [1]To scare my woodland walk,And frightened fancy flees, to roamWhere ghosts and goblins stalk.The cricket's sharp, discordant scream [5]Fills mortal sense with dread;More sorrowful it scarce could seem;It voices beauty fled.Yet here, upon this faded sod,—O happy hours and fleet,— [10]When songsters' matin hymns to GodAre poured in strains so sweet,My heart unbidden joins rehearse;I hope it's better made,When mingling with the universe, [15]Beneath the maple's shade.Christ My RefugeO'er waiting harpstrings of the mindThere sweeps a strain,Low, sad, and sweet, whose measures bind [20]The power of pain,And wake a white-winged angel throngOf thoughts, illumedBy faith, and breathed in raptured song,With love perfumed. [25][pg 397]Then His unveiled, sweet mercies show [1]Life's burdens light.I kiss the cross, and wake to knowA world more bright.And o'er earth's troubled, angry sea [5]I see Christ walk,And come to me, and tenderly,Divinely talk.Thus Truth engrounds me on the rock,Upon Life's shore, [10]'Gainst which the winds and waves can shock,Oh, nevermore!From tired joy and grief afar,And nearer Thee,—Father, where Thine own children are, [15]I love to be.My prayer, some daily good to doTo Thine, for Thee;An offering pure of Love, wheretoGod leadeth me. [20]“Feed My Sheep”Shepherd, show me how to goO'er the hillside steep,How to gather, how to sow,—How to feed Thy sheep;[pg 398]I will listen for Thy voice, [1]Lest my footsteps stray;I will follow and rejoiceAll the rugged way.Thou wilt bind the stubborn will, [5]Wound the callous breast,Make self-righteousness be still,Break earth's stupid rest.Strangers on a barren shore,Lab'ring long and lone, [10]We would enter by the door,And Thou know'st Thine own;So, when day grows dark and cold,Tear or triumph harms,Lead Thy lambkins to the fold, [15]Take them in Thine arms;Feed the hungry, heal the heart,Till the morning's beam;White as wool, ere they depart,Shepherd, wash them clean.Communion HymnSaw ye my Saviour? Heard ye the glad sound?Felt ye the power of the Word?'T was the Truth that made us free,And was found by you and me [25]In the life and the love of our Lord.[pg 399]Mourner, it calls you,—“Come to my bosom,[1]Love wipes your tears all away,And will lift the shade of gloom,And for you make radiant roomMidst the glories of one endless day.”[5]Sinner, it calls you,—“Come to this fountain,Cleanse the foul senses within;'Tis the Spirit that makes pure,That exalts thee, and will cureAll thy sorrow and sickness and sin.”[10]Strongest deliverer, friend of the friendless,Life of all being divine:Thou the Christ, and not the creed;Thou the Truth in thought and deed;Thou the water, the bread, and the wine. [15]Laus Deo!Written on laying the corner-stone of The Mother ChurchLaus Deo, it is done!Rolled away from loving heartIs a stone. [20]Lifted higher, we depart,Having one.Laus Deo,—on this rock(Heaven chiselled squarely good)Stands His church,— [25]God is Love, and understoodBy His flock.[pg 400]Laus Deo, night star-lit [1]Slumbers not in God's embrace;Be awake;Like this stone, be in thy place:Stand, not sit. [5]Grave, silent, steadfast stone,Dirge and song and shoutings lowIn thy heartDwell serene,—and sorrow? No,It has none, [10]Laus Deo!A VerseMother's New Year Gift to the Little ChildrenFather-Mother God,Loving me,— [15]Guard me when I sleep;Guide my little feetUp to Thee.To the Big ChildrenFather-Mother good, lovingly [20]Thee I seek,—Patient, meek,In the way Thou hast,—Be it slow or fast,Up to Thee. [25]

Come ThouCome, in the minstrel's lay; [2]When two hearts meet,And true hearts greet,And all is morn and May. [5]Come Thou! and now, anew,To thought and deedGive sober speed,Thy will to know, and do.Stay! till the storms are o'er— [10]The cold blasts done,The reign of heaven begun,And Love, the evermore.Be patient, waiting heart:Light, Love divine [15]Is here, and thine;You therefore cannot part.“The seasons come and go:Love, like the sea,Rolls on with thee,— [20]But knows no ebb and flow.[pg 385]“Faith, hope, and tears, triune,[1]Above the sodFind peace in God,And one eternal noon.”Oh, Thou hast heard my prayer; [5]And I am blest!This is Thy high behest:Thou, here andeverywhere.

Come, in the minstrel's lay; [2]When two hearts meet,And true hearts greet,And all is morn and May. [5]Come Thou! and now, anew,To thought and deedGive sober speed,Thy will to know, and do.Stay! till the storms are o'er— [10]The cold blasts done,The reign of heaven begun,And Love, the evermore.Be patient, waiting heart:Light, Love divine [15]Is here, and thine;You therefore cannot part.“The seasons come and go:Love, like the sea,Rolls on with thee,— [20]But knows no ebb and flow.

Come, in the minstrel's lay; [2]When two hearts meet,And true hearts greet,And all is morn and May. [5]

Come, in the minstrel's lay; [2]

When two hearts meet,

And true hearts greet,

And all is morn and May. [5]

Come Thou! and now, anew,To thought and deedGive sober speed,Thy will to know, and do.

Come Thou! and now, anew,

To thought and deed

Give sober speed,

Thy will to know, and do.

Stay! till the storms are o'er— [10]The cold blasts done,The reign of heaven begun,And Love, the evermore.

Stay! till the storms are o'er— [10]

The cold blasts done,

The reign of heaven begun,

And Love, the evermore.

Be patient, waiting heart:Light, Love divine [15]Is here, and thine;You therefore cannot part.

Be patient, waiting heart:

Light, Love divine [15]

Is here, and thine;

You therefore cannot part.

“The seasons come and go:Love, like the sea,Rolls on with thee,— [20]But knows no ebb and flow.

“The seasons come and go:

Love, like the sea,

Rolls on with thee,— [20]

But knows no ebb and flow.

“Faith, hope, and tears, triune,[1]Above the sodFind peace in God,And one eternal noon.”Oh, Thou hast heard my prayer; [5]And I am blest!This is Thy high behest:Thou, here andeverywhere.

“Faith, hope, and tears, triune,[1]Above the sodFind peace in God,And one eternal noon.”

“Faith, hope, and tears, triune,[1]

Above the sod

Find peace in God,

And one eternal noon.”

Oh, Thou hast heard my prayer; [5]And I am blest!This is Thy high behest:Thou, here andeverywhere.

Oh, Thou hast heard my prayer; [5]

And I am blest!

This is Thy high behest:

Thou, here andeverywhere.

Meeting Of My Departed Mother And Husband“Joy for thee, happy friend! thy bark is past[10]The dangerous sea, and safely moored at last—Beyond rough foam.Soft gales celestial, in sweet music bore—Spirit emancipate for this far shore—Thee to thy home. [15]“You've travelled long, and far from mortal joys,To Soul's diviner sense, that spurns such toys,Brave wrestler, lone.Now see thy ever-self; Life never fled;Man is not mortal, never of the dead: [20]The dark unknown.“When hope soared high, and joy was eagle-plumed,Thy pinions drooped; the flesh was weak, and doomedTo pass away.But faith triumphant round thy death-couch shed [25]Majestic forms; and radiant glory spedThe dawning day.[pg 386]“Intensely grand and glorious life's sphere,—[1]Beyond the shadow, infinite appearLife, Love divine,—Where mortal yearnings come not, sighs are stilled,And home and peace and hearts are found and filled, [5]Thine, ever thine.“Bearest thou no tidings from our loved on earth,The toiler tireless for Truth's new birthAll-unbeguiled?Our joy is gathered from her parting sigh: [10]This hour looks on her heart with pitying eye,—What of my child?”“When, severed by death's dream, I woke to Life,She deemed I died, and could not know the strifeAt first to fill [15]That waking with a love that steady turnsTo God; a hope that ever upward yearns,Bowed to His will.“Years had passed o'er thy broken household band,When angels beckoned me to this bright land, [20]With thee to meet.She that has wept o'er thee, kissed my cold brow,Rears the sad marble to our memory now,In lone retreat.“By the remembrance of her loyal life,[25]And parting prayer, I only know my wife,Thy child, shall come—Where farewells cloud not o'er our ransomed rest—Hither to reap, with all the crowned and blest,Of bliss the sum. [30][pg 387]“When Love's rapt sense the heart-strings gently sweep,[1]With joy divinely fair, the high and deep,To call her home,She shall mount upward unto purer skies;We shall be waiting, in what glad surprise, [5]Our spirits' own!”

“Joy for thee, happy friend! thy bark is past[10]The dangerous sea, and safely moored at last—Beyond rough foam.Soft gales celestial, in sweet music bore—Spirit emancipate for this far shore—Thee to thy home. [15]“You've travelled long, and far from mortal joys,To Soul's diviner sense, that spurns such toys,Brave wrestler, lone.Now see thy ever-self; Life never fled;Man is not mortal, never of the dead: [20]The dark unknown.“When hope soared high, and joy was eagle-plumed,Thy pinions drooped; the flesh was weak, and doomedTo pass away.But faith triumphant round thy death-couch shed [25]Majestic forms; and radiant glory spedThe dawning day.

“Joy for thee, happy friend! thy bark is past[10]

The dangerous sea, and safely moored at last—

Beyond rough foam.

Soft gales celestial, in sweet music bore—

Spirit emancipate for this far shore—

Thee to thy home. [15]

“You've travelled long, and far from mortal joys,To Soul's diviner sense, that spurns such toys,Brave wrestler, lone.Now see thy ever-self; Life never fled;Man is not mortal, never of the dead: [20]The dark unknown.

“You've travelled long, and far from mortal joys,

To Soul's diviner sense, that spurns such toys,

Brave wrestler, lone.

Now see thy ever-self; Life never fled;

Man is not mortal, never of the dead: [20]

The dark unknown.

“When hope soared high, and joy was eagle-plumed,Thy pinions drooped; the flesh was weak, and doomedTo pass away.But faith triumphant round thy death-couch shed [25]Majestic forms; and radiant glory spedThe dawning day.

“When hope soared high, and joy was eagle-plumed,

Thy pinions drooped; the flesh was weak, and doomed

To pass away.

But faith triumphant round thy death-couch shed [25]

Majestic forms; and radiant glory sped

The dawning day.

“Intensely grand and glorious life's sphere,—[1]Beyond the shadow, infinite appearLife, Love divine,—Where mortal yearnings come not, sighs are stilled,And home and peace and hearts are found and filled, [5]Thine, ever thine.“Bearest thou no tidings from our loved on earth,The toiler tireless for Truth's new birthAll-unbeguiled?Our joy is gathered from her parting sigh: [10]This hour looks on her heart with pitying eye,—What of my child?”“When, severed by death's dream, I woke to Life,She deemed I died, and could not know the strifeAt first to fill [15]That waking with a love that steady turnsTo God; a hope that ever upward yearns,Bowed to His will.“Years had passed o'er thy broken household band,When angels beckoned me to this bright land, [20]With thee to meet.She that has wept o'er thee, kissed my cold brow,Rears the sad marble to our memory now,In lone retreat.“By the remembrance of her loyal life,[25]And parting prayer, I only know my wife,Thy child, shall come—Where farewells cloud not o'er our ransomed rest—Hither to reap, with all the crowned and blest,Of bliss the sum. [30]

“Intensely grand and glorious life's sphere,—[1]

Beyond the shadow, infinite appear

Life, Love divine,—

Where mortal yearnings come not, sighs are stilled,

And home and peace and hearts are found and filled, [5]

Thine, ever thine.

“Bearest thou no tidings from our loved on earth,The toiler tireless for Truth's new birthAll-unbeguiled?Our joy is gathered from her parting sigh: [10]This hour looks on her heart with pitying eye,—What of my child?”

“Bearest thou no tidings from our loved on earth,

The toiler tireless for Truth's new birth

All-unbeguiled?

Our joy is gathered from her parting sigh: [10]

This hour looks on her heart with pitying eye,—

What of my child?”

“When, severed by death's dream, I woke to Life,She deemed I died, and could not know the strifeAt first to fill [15]That waking with a love that steady turnsTo God; a hope that ever upward yearns,Bowed to His will.

“When, severed by death's dream, I woke to Life,

She deemed I died, and could not know the strife

At first to fill [15]

That waking with a love that steady turns

To God; a hope that ever upward yearns,

Bowed to His will.

“Years had passed o'er thy broken household band,When angels beckoned me to this bright land, [20]With thee to meet.She that has wept o'er thee, kissed my cold brow,Rears the sad marble to our memory now,In lone retreat.

“Years had passed o'er thy broken household band,

When angels beckoned me to this bright land, [20]

With thee to meet.

She that has wept o'er thee, kissed my cold brow,

Rears the sad marble to our memory now,

In lone retreat.

“By the remembrance of her loyal life,[25]And parting prayer, I only know my wife,Thy child, shall come—Where farewells cloud not o'er our ransomed rest—Hither to reap, with all the crowned and blest,Of bliss the sum. [30]

“By the remembrance of her loyal life,[25]

And parting prayer, I only know my wife,

Thy child, shall come—

Where farewells cloud not o'er our ransomed rest—

Hither to reap, with all the crowned and blest,

Of bliss the sum. [30]

“When Love's rapt sense the heart-strings gently sweep,[1]With joy divinely fair, the high and deep,To call her home,She shall mount upward unto purer skies;We shall be waiting, in what glad surprise, [5]Our spirits' own!”

“When Love's rapt sense the heart-strings gently sweep,[1]

With joy divinely fair, the high and deep,

To call her home,

She shall mount upward unto purer skies;

We shall be waiting, in what glad surprise, [5]

Our spirits' own!”

LoveBrood o'er us with Thy shelt'ring wing,'Neath which our spirits blendLike brother birds, that soar and sing, [10]And on the same branch bend.The arrow that doth wound the doveDarts not from those who watch and love.If thou the bending reed wouldst breakBy thought or word unkind, [15]Pray that his spirit you partake,Who loved and healed mankind:Seek holy thoughts and heavenly strain,That make men one in love remain.Learn, too, that wisdom's rod is given [20]For faith to kiss, and know;That greetings glorious from high heaven,Whence joys supernal flow,Come from that Love, divinely near,Which chastens pride and earth-born fear, [25][pg 388]Through God, who gave that word of might [1]Which swelled creation's lay:“Let there be light, and there was light.”What chased the clouds away?'Twas Love whose finger traced aloud [5]A bow of promise on the cloud.Thou to whose power our hope we give,Free us from human strife.Fed by Thy love divine we live, [10]For Love alone is Life;And life most sweet, as heart to heartSpeaks kindly when we meet and part.

Brood o'er us with Thy shelt'ring wing,'Neath which our spirits blendLike brother birds, that soar and sing, [10]And on the same branch bend.The arrow that doth wound the doveDarts not from those who watch and love.If thou the bending reed wouldst breakBy thought or word unkind, [15]Pray that his spirit you partake,Who loved and healed mankind:Seek holy thoughts and heavenly strain,That make men one in love remain.Learn, too, that wisdom's rod is given [20]For faith to kiss, and know;That greetings glorious from high heaven,Whence joys supernal flow,Come from that Love, divinely near,Which chastens pride and earth-born fear, [25]

Brood o'er us with Thy shelt'ring wing,

'Neath which our spirits blend

Like brother birds, that soar and sing, [10]

And on the same branch bend.

The arrow that doth wound the dove

Darts not from those who watch and love.

If thou the bending reed wouldst breakBy thought or word unkind, [15]Pray that his spirit you partake,Who loved and healed mankind:Seek holy thoughts and heavenly strain,That make men one in love remain.

If thou the bending reed wouldst break

By thought or word unkind, [15]

Pray that his spirit you partake,

Who loved and healed mankind:

Seek holy thoughts and heavenly strain,

That make men one in love remain.

Learn, too, that wisdom's rod is given [20]For faith to kiss, and know;That greetings glorious from high heaven,Whence joys supernal flow,Come from that Love, divinely near,Which chastens pride and earth-born fear, [25]

Learn, too, that wisdom's rod is given [20]

For faith to kiss, and know;

That greetings glorious from high heaven,

Whence joys supernal flow,

Come from that Love, divinely near,

Which chastens pride and earth-born fear, [25]

Through God, who gave that word of might [1]Which swelled creation's lay:“Let there be light, and there was light.”What chased the clouds away?'Twas Love whose finger traced aloud [5]A bow of promise on the cloud.Thou to whose power our hope we give,Free us from human strife.Fed by Thy love divine we live, [10]For Love alone is Life;And life most sweet, as heart to heartSpeaks kindly when we meet and part.

Through God, who gave that word of might [1]

Which swelled creation's lay:

“Let there be light, and there was light.”

What chased the clouds away?

'Twas Love whose finger traced aloud [5]

A bow of promise on the cloud.

Thou to whose power our hope we give,Free us from human strife.Fed by Thy love divine we live, [10]For Love alone is Life;And life most sweet, as heart to heartSpeaks kindly when we meet and part.

Thou to whose power our hope we give,

Free us from human strife.

Fed by Thy love divine we live, [10]

For Love alone is Life;

And life most sweet, as heart to heart

Speaks kindly when we meet and part.

Woman's RightsGrave on her monumental pile:She won from vice, by virtue's smile, [15]Her dazzling crown, her sceptred throne,Affection's wreath, a happy home;The right to worship deep and pure,To bless the orphan, feed the poor;Last at the cross to mourn her Lord, [20]First at the tomb to hear his word:To fold an angel's wings below;And hover o'er the couch of woe;To nurse the Bethlehem babe so sweet,The right to sit at Jesus' feet; [25][pg 389]To form the bud for bursting bloom, [1]The hoary head with joy to crown;In short, the right to work and pray,“To point to heaven and lead the way.”

Grave on her monumental pile:She won from vice, by virtue's smile, [15]Her dazzling crown, her sceptred throne,Affection's wreath, a happy home;The right to worship deep and pure,To bless the orphan, feed the poor;Last at the cross to mourn her Lord, [20]First at the tomb to hear his word:To fold an angel's wings below;And hover o'er the couch of woe;To nurse the Bethlehem babe so sweet,The right to sit at Jesus' feet; [25]

Grave on her monumental pile:She won from vice, by virtue's smile, [15]Her dazzling crown, her sceptred throne,Affection's wreath, a happy home;

Grave on her monumental pile:

She won from vice, by virtue's smile, [15]

Her dazzling crown, her sceptred throne,

Affection's wreath, a happy home;

The right to worship deep and pure,To bless the orphan, feed the poor;Last at the cross to mourn her Lord, [20]First at the tomb to hear his word:

The right to worship deep and pure,

To bless the orphan, feed the poor;

Last at the cross to mourn her Lord, [20]

First at the tomb to hear his word:

To fold an angel's wings below;And hover o'er the couch of woe;To nurse the Bethlehem babe so sweet,The right to sit at Jesus' feet; [25]

To fold an angel's wings below;

And hover o'er the couch of woe;

To nurse the Bethlehem babe so sweet,

The right to sit at Jesus' feet; [25]

To form the bud for bursting bloom, [1]The hoary head with joy to crown;In short, the right to work and pray,“To point to heaven and lead the way.”

To form the bud for bursting bloom, [1]

The hoary head with joy to crown;

In short, the right to work and pray,

“To point to heaven and lead the way.”

The Mother's Evening PrayerO gentle presence, peace and joy and power;O Life divine, that owns each waiting hour,Thou Love that guards the nestling's faltering flight!Keep Thou my child on upward wing to-night.Love is our refuge; only with mine eye [10]Can I behold the snare, the pit, the fall:His habitation high is here, and nigh,His arm encircles me, and mine, and all.O make me glad for every scalding tear,For hope deferred, ingratitude, disdain! [15]Wait, and love more for every hate, and fearNo ill,—since God is good, and loss is gain.Beneath the shadow of His mighty wing;In that sweet secret of the narrow way,Seeking and finding, with the angels sing: [20]“Lo, I am with you alway,”—watch and pray.No snare, no fowler, pestilence or pain;No night drops down upon the troubled breast,When heaven's aftersmile earth's tear-drops gain,And mother finds her home and heavenly rest. [25][pg 390]

O gentle presence, peace and joy and power;O Life divine, that owns each waiting hour,Thou Love that guards the nestling's faltering flight!Keep Thou my child on upward wing to-night.Love is our refuge; only with mine eye [10]Can I behold the snare, the pit, the fall:His habitation high is here, and nigh,His arm encircles me, and mine, and all.O make me glad for every scalding tear,For hope deferred, ingratitude, disdain! [15]Wait, and love more for every hate, and fearNo ill,—since God is good, and loss is gain.Beneath the shadow of His mighty wing;In that sweet secret of the narrow way,Seeking and finding, with the angels sing: [20]“Lo, I am with you alway,”—watch and pray.No snare, no fowler, pestilence or pain;No night drops down upon the troubled breast,When heaven's aftersmile earth's tear-drops gain,And mother finds her home and heavenly rest. [25]

O gentle presence, peace and joy and power;O Life divine, that owns each waiting hour,Thou Love that guards the nestling's faltering flight!Keep Thou my child on upward wing to-night.

O gentle presence, peace and joy and power;

O Life divine, that owns each waiting hour,

Thou Love that guards the nestling's faltering flight!

Keep Thou my child on upward wing to-night.

Love is our refuge; only with mine eye [10]Can I behold the snare, the pit, the fall:His habitation high is here, and nigh,His arm encircles me, and mine, and all.

Love is our refuge; only with mine eye [10]

Can I behold the snare, the pit, the fall:

His habitation high is here, and nigh,

His arm encircles me, and mine, and all.

O make me glad for every scalding tear,For hope deferred, ingratitude, disdain! [15]Wait, and love more for every hate, and fearNo ill,—since God is good, and loss is gain.

O make me glad for every scalding tear,

For hope deferred, ingratitude, disdain! [15]

Wait, and love more for every hate, and fear

No ill,—since God is good, and loss is gain.

Beneath the shadow of His mighty wing;In that sweet secret of the narrow way,Seeking and finding, with the angels sing: [20]“Lo, I am with you alway,”—watch and pray.

Beneath the shadow of His mighty wing;

In that sweet secret of the narrow way,

Seeking and finding, with the angels sing: [20]

“Lo, I am with you alway,”—watch and pray.

No snare, no fowler, pestilence or pain;No night drops down upon the troubled breast,When heaven's aftersmile earth's tear-drops gain,And mother finds her home and heavenly rest. [25]

No snare, no fowler, pestilence or pain;

No night drops down upon the troubled breast,

When heaven's aftersmile earth's tear-drops gain,

And mother finds her home and heavenly rest. [25]

JuneWhence are thy wooings, gentle June?Thou hast a Naiad's charm;Thy breezes scent the rose's breath;Old Time gives thee her palm. [5]The lark's shrill song doth wake the dawn;The eve-bird's forest fluteGives back some maiden melody,Too pure for aught so mute.The fairy-peopled world of flowers, [10]Enraptured by thy spell,Looks love unto the laughing hours,Through woodland, grove, and dell;And soft thy footstep falls uponThe verdant grass it weaves; [15]To melting murmurs ye have stirredThe timid, trembling leaves.When sunshine beautifies the shower,As smiles through teardrops seen,Ask of its June, the long-hushed heart, [20]What hath the record been?And thou wilt find that harmonies,In which the Soul hath part,Ne'er perish young, like things of earth,In records of the heart. [25][pg 391]

Whence are thy wooings, gentle June?Thou hast a Naiad's charm;Thy breezes scent the rose's breath;Old Time gives thee her palm. [5]The lark's shrill song doth wake the dawn;The eve-bird's forest fluteGives back some maiden melody,Too pure for aught so mute.The fairy-peopled world of flowers, [10]Enraptured by thy spell,Looks love unto the laughing hours,Through woodland, grove, and dell;And soft thy footstep falls uponThe verdant grass it weaves; [15]To melting murmurs ye have stirredThe timid, trembling leaves.When sunshine beautifies the shower,As smiles through teardrops seen,Ask of its June, the long-hushed heart, [20]What hath the record been?And thou wilt find that harmonies,In which the Soul hath part,Ne'er perish young, like things of earth,In records of the heart. [25]

Whence are thy wooings, gentle June?

Thou hast a Naiad's charm;

Thy breezes scent the rose's breath;

Old Time gives thee her palm. [5]

The lark's shrill song doth wake the dawn;

The eve-bird's forest flute

Gives back some maiden melody,

Too pure for aught so mute.

The fairy-peopled world of flowers, [10]Enraptured by thy spell,Looks love unto the laughing hours,Through woodland, grove, and dell;And soft thy footstep falls uponThe verdant grass it weaves; [15]To melting murmurs ye have stirredThe timid, trembling leaves.

The fairy-peopled world of flowers, [10]

Enraptured by thy spell,

Looks love unto the laughing hours,

Through woodland, grove, and dell;

And soft thy footstep falls upon

The verdant grass it weaves; [15]

To melting murmurs ye have stirred

The timid, trembling leaves.

When sunshine beautifies the shower,As smiles through teardrops seen,Ask of its June, the long-hushed heart, [20]What hath the record been?And thou wilt find that harmonies,In which the Soul hath part,Ne'er perish young, like things of earth,In records of the heart. [25]

When sunshine beautifies the shower,

As smiles through teardrops seen,

Ask of its June, the long-hushed heart, [20]

What hath the record been?

And thou wilt find that harmonies,

In which the Soul hath part,

Ne'er perish young, like things of earth,

In records of the heart. [25]

Wish And ItemWritten to the Editor of theItem, Lynn, Mass.I hope the heart that's hungryFor things above the floor,Will find within its portals [5]An item rich in store;That melancholy mortalsWill count their mercies o'er,And learn that Truth and wisdomHave many items more; [10]That when a wrong is done us,It stirs no thought of strife;And Love becomes the substance,As item, of our life;That every ragged urchin, [15]With bare feet soiled or sore,Share God's most tender mercies,—Find items at our door.Then if we've done to othersSome good ne'er told before, [20]When angels shall repeat it,'T will be an item more.[pg 392]

Written to the Editor of theItem, Lynn, Mass.

I hope the heart that's hungryFor things above the floor,Will find within its portals [5]An item rich in store;That melancholy mortalsWill count their mercies o'er,And learn that Truth and wisdomHave many items more; [10]That when a wrong is done us,It stirs no thought of strife;And Love becomes the substance,As item, of our life;That every ragged urchin, [15]With bare feet soiled or sore,Share God's most tender mercies,—Find items at our door.Then if we've done to othersSome good ne'er told before, [20]When angels shall repeat it,'T will be an item more.

I hope the heart that's hungryFor things above the floor,Will find within its portals [5]An item rich in store;

I hope the heart that's hungry

For things above the floor,

Will find within its portals [5]

An item rich in store;

That melancholy mortalsWill count their mercies o'er,And learn that Truth and wisdomHave many items more; [10]

That melancholy mortals

Will count their mercies o'er,

And learn that Truth and wisdom

Have many items more; [10]

That when a wrong is done us,It stirs no thought of strife;And Love becomes the substance,As item, of our life;

That when a wrong is done us,

It stirs no thought of strife;

And Love becomes the substance,

As item, of our life;

That every ragged urchin, [15]With bare feet soiled or sore,Share God's most tender mercies,—Find items at our door.

That every ragged urchin, [15]

With bare feet soiled or sore,

Share God's most tender mercies,—

Find items at our door.

Then if we've done to othersSome good ne'er told before, [20]When angels shall repeat it,'T will be an item more.

Then if we've done to others

Some good ne'er told before, [20]

When angels shall repeat it,

'T will be an item more.

The Oak On The Mountain's SummitOh, mountain monarch, at whose feet I stand,—Clouds to adorn thy brow, skies clasp thy hand,—Nature divine, in harmony profound,With peaceful presence hath begirt thee round. [5]And thou, majestic oak, from yon high placeGuard'st thou the earth, asleep in night's embrace,—And from thy lofty summit, pouring downThy sheltering shade, her noonday glories crown?Whate'er thy mission, mountain sentinel, [10]To my lone heart thou art a power and spell;A lesson grave, of life, that teacheth meTo love the Hebrew figure of a tree.Faithful and patient be my life as thine;As strong to wrestle with the storms of time; [15]As deeply rooted in a soil of love;As grandly rising to the heavens above.

Oh, mountain monarch, at whose feet I stand,—Clouds to adorn thy brow, skies clasp thy hand,—Nature divine, in harmony profound,With peaceful presence hath begirt thee round. [5]And thou, majestic oak, from yon high placeGuard'st thou the earth, asleep in night's embrace,—And from thy lofty summit, pouring downThy sheltering shade, her noonday glories crown?Whate'er thy mission, mountain sentinel, [10]To my lone heart thou art a power and spell;A lesson grave, of life, that teacheth meTo love the Hebrew figure of a tree.Faithful and patient be my life as thine;As strong to wrestle with the storms of time; [15]As deeply rooted in a soil of love;As grandly rising to the heavens above.

Oh, mountain monarch, at whose feet I stand,—Clouds to adorn thy brow, skies clasp thy hand,—Nature divine, in harmony profound,With peaceful presence hath begirt thee round. [5]

Oh, mountain monarch, at whose feet I stand,—

Clouds to adorn thy brow, skies clasp thy hand,—

Nature divine, in harmony profound,

With peaceful presence hath begirt thee round. [5]

And thou, majestic oak, from yon high placeGuard'st thou the earth, asleep in night's embrace,—And from thy lofty summit, pouring downThy sheltering shade, her noonday glories crown?

And thou, majestic oak, from yon high place

Guard'st thou the earth, asleep in night's embrace,—

And from thy lofty summit, pouring down

Thy sheltering shade, her noonday glories crown?

Whate'er thy mission, mountain sentinel, [10]To my lone heart thou art a power and spell;A lesson grave, of life, that teacheth meTo love the Hebrew figure of a tree.

Whate'er thy mission, mountain sentinel, [10]

To my lone heart thou art a power and spell;

A lesson grave, of life, that teacheth me

To love the Hebrew figure of a tree.

Faithful and patient be my life as thine;As strong to wrestle with the storms of time; [15]As deeply rooted in a soil of love;As grandly rising to the heavens above.

Faithful and patient be my life as thine;

As strong to wrestle with the storms of time; [15]

As deeply rooted in a soil of love;

As grandly rising to the heavens above.

Isle Of WightWritten on receiving a painting of the IsleIsle of beauty, thou art singing [20]To my sense a sweet refrain;To my busy mem'ry bringingScenes that I would see again.[pg 393]Chief, the charm of thy reflecting, [1]Is the moral that it brings;Nature, with the mind connecting,Gives the artist's fancy wings.Soul, sublime 'mid humandébris, [5]Paints the limner's work, I ween,Art and Science, all unweary,Lighting up this mortal dream.Work ill-done within the mistyMine of human thoughts, we see [10]Soon abandoned when the MasterCrowns life's Cliff for such as we.Students wise, he maketh now thusThose who fish in waters deep,When the buried Master hails us [15]From the shores afar, complete.Art hath bathed this isthmus-lordlingIn a beauty strong and meekAs the rock, whose upward tendingPoints the plane of power to seek. [20]Isle of beauty, thou art teachingLessons long and grand, to-night,To my heart that would be bleachingTo thy whiteness, Cliff of Wight.[pg 394]

Written on receiving a painting of the Isle

Isle of beauty, thou art singing [20]To my sense a sweet refrain;To my busy mem'ry bringingScenes that I would see again.

Isle of beauty, thou art singing [20]

To my sense a sweet refrain;

To my busy mem'ry bringing

Scenes that I would see again.

Chief, the charm of thy reflecting, [1]Is the moral that it brings;Nature, with the mind connecting,Gives the artist's fancy wings.Soul, sublime 'mid humandébris, [5]Paints the limner's work, I ween,Art and Science, all unweary,Lighting up this mortal dream.Work ill-done within the mistyMine of human thoughts, we see [10]Soon abandoned when the MasterCrowns life's Cliff for such as we.Students wise, he maketh now thusThose who fish in waters deep,When the buried Master hails us [15]From the shores afar, complete.Art hath bathed this isthmus-lordlingIn a beauty strong and meekAs the rock, whose upward tendingPoints the plane of power to seek. [20]Isle of beauty, thou art teachingLessons long and grand, to-night,To my heart that would be bleachingTo thy whiteness, Cliff of Wight.

Chief, the charm of thy reflecting, [1]Is the moral that it brings;Nature, with the mind connecting,Gives the artist's fancy wings.

Chief, the charm of thy reflecting, [1]

Is the moral that it brings;

Nature, with the mind connecting,

Gives the artist's fancy wings.

Soul, sublime 'mid humandébris, [5]Paints the limner's work, I ween,Art and Science, all unweary,Lighting up this mortal dream.

Soul, sublime 'mid humandébris, [5]

Paints the limner's work, I ween,

Art and Science, all unweary,

Lighting up this mortal dream.

Work ill-done within the mistyMine of human thoughts, we see [10]Soon abandoned when the MasterCrowns life's Cliff for such as we.

Work ill-done within the misty

Mine of human thoughts, we see [10]

Soon abandoned when the Master

Crowns life's Cliff for such as we.

Students wise, he maketh now thusThose who fish in waters deep,When the buried Master hails us [15]From the shores afar, complete.

Students wise, he maketh now thus

Those who fish in waters deep,

When the buried Master hails us [15]

From the shores afar, complete.

Art hath bathed this isthmus-lordlingIn a beauty strong and meekAs the rock, whose upward tendingPoints the plane of power to seek. [20]

Art hath bathed this isthmus-lordling

In a beauty strong and meek

As the rock, whose upward tending

Points the plane of power to seek. [20]

Isle of beauty, thou art teachingLessons long and grand, to-night,To my heart that would be bleachingTo thy whiteness, Cliff of Wight.

Isle of beauty, thou art teaching

Lessons long and grand, to-night,

To my heart that would be bleaching

To thy whiteness, Cliff of Wight.

Hope'T is borne on the zephyr at eventide's hour;It falls on the heart like the dew on the flower,—An infinite essence from tropic to pole,The promise, the home, and the heaven of Soul. [5]Hope happifies life, at the altar or bower,And loosens the fetters of pride and of power;It comes through our tears, as the soft summer rain,To beautify, bless, and make joyful again.The harp of the minstrel, the treasure of time; [10]A rainbow of rapture, o'erarching, divine;The God-given mandate that speaks from above,—No place for earth's idols, but hope thou, and love.

'T is borne on the zephyr at eventide's hour;It falls on the heart like the dew on the flower,—An infinite essence from tropic to pole,The promise, the home, and the heaven of Soul. [5]Hope happifies life, at the altar or bower,And loosens the fetters of pride and of power;It comes through our tears, as the soft summer rain,To beautify, bless, and make joyful again.The harp of the minstrel, the treasure of time; [10]A rainbow of rapture, o'erarching, divine;The God-given mandate that speaks from above,—No place for earth's idols, but hope thou, and love.

'T is borne on the zephyr at eventide's hour;It falls on the heart like the dew on the flower,—An infinite essence from tropic to pole,The promise, the home, and the heaven of Soul. [5]

'T is borne on the zephyr at eventide's hour;

It falls on the heart like the dew on the flower,—

An infinite essence from tropic to pole,

The promise, the home, and the heaven of Soul. [5]

Hope happifies life, at the altar or bower,And loosens the fetters of pride and of power;It comes through our tears, as the soft summer rain,To beautify, bless, and make joyful again.

Hope happifies life, at the altar or bower,

And loosens the fetters of pride and of power;

It comes through our tears, as the soft summer rain,

To beautify, bless, and make joyful again.

The harp of the minstrel, the treasure of time; [10]A rainbow of rapture, o'erarching, divine;The God-given mandate that speaks from above,—No place for earth's idols, but hope thou, and love.

The harp of the minstrel, the treasure of time; [10]

A rainbow of rapture, o'erarching, divine;

The God-given mandate that speaks from above,—

No place for earth's idols, but hope thou, and love.

Rondelet“The flowers of JuneThe gates of memory unbar:The flowers of JuneSuch old-time harmoniesretune,I fain would keep the gates ajar,—So full of sweet enchantment are [20]The flowers of June.”James T. White[pg 395]

“The flowers of JuneThe gates of memory unbar:The flowers of JuneSuch old-time harmoniesretune,I fain would keep the gates ajar,—So full of sweet enchantment are [20]The flowers of June.”James T. White

“The flowers of June

The gates of memory unbar:

The flowers of June

Such old-time harmoniesretune,

I fain would keep the gates ajar,—

So full of sweet enchantment are [20]

The flowers of June.”

James T. White

To Mr. James T. WhiteWho loves not June [2]Is out of tuneWith love and God;The rose his rival reigns, [5]The stars reject his pains,His home the clod!And yet I trow,When sweetrondeauDoth play a part, [10]The curtain drops on June;Veiled is the modest moon—Hushed is the heart.

Who loves not June [2]Is out of tuneWith love and God;The rose his rival reigns, [5]The stars reject his pains,His home the clod!And yet I trow,When sweetrondeauDoth play a part, [10]The curtain drops on June;Veiled is the modest moon—Hushed is the heart.

Who loves not June [2]Is out of tuneWith love and God;The rose his rival reigns, [5]The stars reject his pains,His home the clod!

Who loves not June [2]

Is out of tune

With love and God;

The rose his rival reigns, [5]

The stars reject his pains,

His home the clod!

And yet I trow,When sweetrondeauDoth play a part, [10]The curtain drops on June;Veiled is the modest moon—Hushed is the heart.

And yet I trow,

When sweetrondeau

Doth play a part, [10]

The curtain drops on June;

Veiled is the modest moon—

Hushed is the heart.

AutumnWritten in childhood, in a maple grove [15]Quickly earth's jewels disappear;The turf, whereon I tread,Ere autumn blanch another year,May rest above my head.Touched by the finger of decay [20]Is every earthly love;For joy, to shun my weary way,Is registered above.The languid brooklets yield their sighs,A requiem o'er the tomb [25]Of sunny days and cloudless skies,Enhancing autumn's gloom.[pg 396]The wild winds mutter, howl, and moan, [1]To scare my woodland walk,And frightened fancy flees, to roamWhere ghosts and goblins stalk.The cricket's sharp, discordant scream [5]Fills mortal sense with dread;More sorrowful it scarce could seem;It voices beauty fled.Yet here, upon this faded sod,—O happy hours and fleet,— [10]When songsters' matin hymns to GodAre poured in strains so sweet,My heart unbidden joins rehearse;I hope it's better made,When mingling with the universe, [15]Beneath the maple's shade.

Written in childhood, in a maple grove [15]Quickly earth's jewels disappear;The turf, whereon I tread,Ere autumn blanch another year,May rest above my head.Touched by the finger of decay [20]Is every earthly love;For joy, to shun my weary way,Is registered above.The languid brooklets yield their sighs,A requiem o'er the tomb [25]Of sunny days and cloudless skies,Enhancing autumn's gloom.

Written in childhood, in a maple grove [15]

Quickly earth's jewels disappear;The turf, whereon I tread,Ere autumn blanch another year,May rest above my head.

Quickly earth's jewels disappear;

The turf, whereon I tread,

Ere autumn blanch another year,

May rest above my head.

Touched by the finger of decay [20]Is every earthly love;For joy, to shun my weary way,Is registered above.

Touched by the finger of decay [20]

Is every earthly love;

For joy, to shun my weary way,

Is registered above.

The languid brooklets yield their sighs,A requiem o'er the tomb [25]Of sunny days and cloudless skies,Enhancing autumn's gloom.

The languid brooklets yield their sighs,

A requiem o'er the tomb [25]

Of sunny days and cloudless skies,

Enhancing autumn's gloom.

The wild winds mutter, howl, and moan, [1]To scare my woodland walk,And frightened fancy flees, to roamWhere ghosts and goblins stalk.The cricket's sharp, discordant scream [5]Fills mortal sense with dread;More sorrowful it scarce could seem;It voices beauty fled.Yet here, upon this faded sod,—O happy hours and fleet,— [10]When songsters' matin hymns to GodAre poured in strains so sweet,My heart unbidden joins rehearse;I hope it's better made,When mingling with the universe, [15]Beneath the maple's shade.

The wild winds mutter, howl, and moan, [1]To scare my woodland walk,And frightened fancy flees, to roamWhere ghosts and goblins stalk.

The wild winds mutter, howl, and moan, [1]

To scare my woodland walk,

And frightened fancy flees, to roam

Where ghosts and goblins stalk.

The cricket's sharp, discordant scream [5]Fills mortal sense with dread;More sorrowful it scarce could seem;It voices beauty fled.

The cricket's sharp, discordant scream [5]

Fills mortal sense with dread;

More sorrowful it scarce could seem;

It voices beauty fled.

Yet here, upon this faded sod,—O happy hours and fleet,— [10]When songsters' matin hymns to GodAre poured in strains so sweet,

Yet here, upon this faded sod,—

O happy hours and fleet,— [10]

When songsters' matin hymns to God

Are poured in strains so sweet,

My heart unbidden joins rehearse;I hope it's better made,When mingling with the universe, [15]Beneath the maple's shade.

My heart unbidden joins rehearse;

I hope it's better made,

When mingling with the universe, [15]

Beneath the maple's shade.

Christ My RefugeO'er waiting harpstrings of the mindThere sweeps a strain,Low, sad, and sweet, whose measures bind [20]The power of pain,And wake a white-winged angel throngOf thoughts, illumedBy faith, and breathed in raptured song,With love perfumed. [25][pg 397]Then His unveiled, sweet mercies show [1]Life's burdens light.I kiss the cross, and wake to knowA world more bright.And o'er earth's troubled, angry sea [5]I see Christ walk,And come to me, and tenderly,Divinely talk.Thus Truth engrounds me on the rock,Upon Life's shore, [10]'Gainst which the winds and waves can shock,Oh, nevermore!From tired joy and grief afar,And nearer Thee,—Father, where Thine own children are, [15]I love to be.My prayer, some daily good to doTo Thine, for Thee;An offering pure of Love, wheretoGod leadeth me. [20]

O'er waiting harpstrings of the mindThere sweeps a strain,Low, sad, and sweet, whose measures bind [20]The power of pain,And wake a white-winged angel throngOf thoughts, illumedBy faith, and breathed in raptured song,With love perfumed. [25]

O'er waiting harpstrings of the mindThere sweeps a strain,Low, sad, and sweet, whose measures bind [20]The power of pain,

O'er waiting harpstrings of the mind

There sweeps a strain,

Low, sad, and sweet, whose measures bind [20]

The power of pain,

And wake a white-winged angel throngOf thoughts, illumedBy faith, and breathed in raptured song,With love perfumed. [25]

And wake a white-winged angel throng

Of thoughts, illumed

By faith, and breathed in raptured song,

With love perfumed. [25]

Then His unveiled, sweet mercies show [1]Life's burdens light.I kiss the cross, and wake to knowA world more bright.And o'er earth's troubled, angry sea [5]I see Christ walk,And come to me, and tenderly,Divinely talk.Thus Truth engrounds me on the rock,Upon Life's shore, [10]'Gainst which the winds and waves can shock,Oh, nevermore!From tired joy and grief afar,And nearer Thee,—Father, where Thine own children are, [15]I love to be.My prayer, some daily good to doTo Thine, for Thee;An offering pure of Love, wheretoGod leadeth me. [20]

Then His unveiled, sweet mercies show [1]Life's burdens light.I kiss the cross, and wake to knowA world more bright.

Then His unveiled, sweet mercies show [1]

Life's burdens light.

I kiss the cross, and wake to know

A world more bright.

And o'er earth's troubled, angry sea [5]I see Christ walk,And come to me, and tenderly,Divinely talk.

And o'er earth's troubled, angry sea [5]

I see Christ walk,

And come to me, and tenderly,

Divinely talk.

Thus Truth engrounds me on the rock,Upon Life's shore, [10]'Gainst which the winds and waves can shock,Oh, nevermore!

Thus Truth engrounds me on the rock,

Upon Life's shore, [10]

'Gainst which the winds and waves can shock,

Oh, nevermore!

From tired joy and grief afar,And nearer Thee,—Father, where Thine own children are, [15]I love to be.

From tired joy and grief afar,

And nearer Thee,—

Father, where Thine own children are, [15]

I love to be.

My prayer, some daily good to doTo Thine, for Thee;An offering pure of Love, wheretoGod leadeth me. [20]

My prayer, some daily good to do

To Thine, for Thee;

An offering pure of Love, whereto

God leadeth me. [20]

“Feed My Sheep”Shepherd, show me how to goO'er the hillside steep,How to gather, how to sow,—How to feed Thy sheep;[pg 398]I will listen for Thy voice, [1]Lest my footsteps stray;I will follow and rejoiceAll the rugged way.Thou wilt bind the stubborn will, [5]Wound the callous breast,Make self-righteousness be still,Break earth's stupid rest.Strangers on a barren shore,Lab'ring long and lone, [10]We would enter by the door,And Thou know'st Thine own;So, when day grows dark and cold,Tear or triumph harms,Lead Thy lambkins to the fold, [15]Take them in Thine arms;Feed the hungry, heal the heart,Till the morning's beam;White as wool, ere they depart,Shepherd, wash them clean.

Shepherd, show me how to goO'er the hillside steep,How to gather, how to sow,—How to feed Thy sheep;

Shepherd, show me how to go

O'er the hillside steep,

How to gather, how to sow,—

How to feed Thy sheep;

I will listen for Thy voice, [1]Lest my footsteps stray;I will follow and rejoiceAll the rugged way.Thou wilt bind the stubborn will, [5]Wound the callous breast,Make self-righteousness be still,Break earth's stupid rest.Strangers on a barren shore,Lab'ring long and lone, [10]We would enter by the door,And Thou know'st Thine own;So, when day grows dark and cold,Tear or triumph harms,Lead Thy lambkins to the fold, [15]Take them in Thine arms;Feed the hungry, heal the heart,Till the morning's beam;White as wool, ere they depart,Shepherd, wash them clean.

I will listen for Thy voice, [1]Lest my footsteps stray;I will follow and rejoiceAll the rugged way.

I will listen for Thy voice, [1]

Lest my footsteps stray;

I will follow and rejoice

All the rugged way.

Thou wilt bind the stubborn will, [5]Wound the callous breast,Make self-righteousness be still,Break earth's stupid rest.Strangers on a barren shore,Lab'ring long and lone, [10]We would enter by the door,And Thou know'st Thine own;

Thou wilt bind the stubborn will, [5]

Wound the callous breast,

Make self-righteousness be still,

Break earth's stupid rest.

Strangers on a barren shore,

Lab'ring long and lone, [10]

We would enter by the door,

And Thou know'st Thine own;

So, when day grows dark and cold,Tear or triumph harms,Lead Thy lambkins to the fold, [15]Take them in Thine arms;Feed the hungry, heal the heart,Till the morning's beam;White as wool, ere they depart,Shepherd, wash them clean.

So, when day grows dark and cold,

Tear or triumph harms,

Lead Thy lambkins to the fold, [15]

Take them in Thine arms;

Feed the hungry, heal the heart,

Till the morning's beam;

White as wool, ere they depart,

Shepherd, wash them clean.

Communion HymnSaw ye my Saviour? Heard ye the glad sound?Felt ye the power of the Word?'T was the Truth that made us free,And was found by you and me [25]In the life and the love of our Lord.[pg 399]Mourner, it calls you,—“Come to my bosom,[1]Love wipes your tears all away,And will lift the shade of gloom,And for you make radiant roomMidst the glories of one endless day.”[5]Sinner, it calls you,—“Come to this fountain,Cleanse the foul senses within;'Tis the Spirit that makes pure,That exalts thee, and will cureAll thy sorrow and sickness and sin.”[10]Strongest deliverer, friend of the friendless,Life of all being divine:Thou the Christ, and not the creed;Thou the Truth in thought and deed;Thou the water, the bread, and the wine. [15]

Saw ye my Saviour? Heard ye the glad sound?Felt ye the power of the Word?'T was the Truth that made us free,And was found by you and me [25]In the life and the love of our Lord.

Saw ye my Saviour? Heard ye the glad sound?

Felt ye the power of the Word?

'T was the Truth that made us free,

And was found by you and me [25]

In the life and the love of our Lord.

Mourner, it calls you,—“Come to my bosom,[1]Love wipes your tears all away,And will lift the shade of gloom,And for you make radiant roomMidst the glories of one endless day.”[5]Sinner, it calls you,—“Come to this fountain,Cleanse the foul senses within;'Tis the Spirit that makes pure,That exalts thee, and will cureAll thy sorrow and sickness and sin.”[10]Strongest deliverer, friend of the friendless,Life of all being divine:Thou the Christ, and not the creed;Thou the Truth in thought and deed;Thou the water, the bread, and the wine. [15]

Mourner, it calls you,—“Come to my bosom,[1]Love wipes your tears all away,And will lift the shade of gloom,And for you make radiant roomMidst the glories of one endless day.”[5]

Mourner, it calls you,—“Come to my bosom,[1]

Love wipes your tears all away,

And will lift the shade of gloom,

And for you make radiant room

Midst the glories of one endless day.”[5]

Sinner, it calls you,—“Come to this fountain,Cleanse the foul senses within;'Tis the Spirit that makes pure,That exalts thee, and will cureAll thy sorrow and sickness and sin.”[10]

Sinner, it calls you,—“Come to this fountain,

Cleanse the foul senses within;

'Tis the Spirit that makes pure,

That exalts thee, and will cure

All thy sorrow and sickness and sin.”[10]

Strongest deliverer, friend of the friendless,Life of all being divine:Thou the Christ, and not the creed;Thou the Truth in thought and deed;Thou the water, the bread, and the wine. [15]

Strongest deliverer, friend of the friendless,

Life of all being divine:

Thou the Christ, and not the creed;

Thou the Truth in thought and deed;

Thou the water, the bread, and the wine. [15]

Laus Deo!Written on laying the corner-stone of The Mother ChurchLaus Deo, it is done!Rolled away from loving heartIs a stone. [20]Lifted higher, we depart,Having one.Laus Deo,—on this rock(Heaven chiselled squarely good)Stands His church,— [25]God is Love, and understoodBy His flock.[pg 400]Laus Deo, night star-lit [1]Slumbers not in God's embrace;Be awake;Like this stone, be in thy place:Stand, not sit. [5]Grave, silent, steadfast stone,Dirge and song and shoutings lowIn thy heartDwell serene,—and sorrow? No,It has none, [10]Laus Deo!

Written on laying the corner-stone of The Mother ChurchLaus Deo, it is done!Rolled away from loving heartIs a stone. [20]Lifted higher, we depart,Having one.Laus Deo,—on this rock(Heaven chiselled squarely good)Stands His church,— [25]God is Love, and understoodBy His flock.

Written on laying the corner-stone of The Mother Church

Laus Deo, it is done!Rolled away from loving heartIs a stone. [20]Lifted higher, we depart,Having one.

Laus Deo, it is done!

Rolled away from loving heart

Is a stone. [20]

Lifted higher, we depart,

Having one.

Laus Deo,—on this rock(Heaven chiselled squarely good)Stands His church,— [25]God is Love, and understoodBy His flock.

Laus Deo,—on this rock

(Heaven chiselled squarely good)

Stands His church,— [25]

God is Love, and understood

By His flock.

Laus Deo, night star-lit [1]Slumbers not in God's embrace;Be awake;Like this stone, be in thy place:Stand, not sit. [5]Grave, silent, steadfast stone,Dirge and song and shoutings lowIn thy heartDwell serene,—and sorrow? No,It has none, [10]Laus Deo!

Laus Deo, night star-lit [1]Slumbers not in God's embrace;Be awake;Like this stone, be in thy place:Stand, not sit. [5]

Laus Deo, night star-lit [1]

Slumbers not in God's embrace;

Be awake;

Like this stone, be in thy place:

Stand, not sit. [5]

Grave, silent, steadfast stone,Dirge and song and shoutings lowIn thy heartDwell serene,—and sorrow? No,It has none, [10]Laus Deo!

Grave, silent, steadfast stone,

Dirge and song and shoutings low

In thy heart

Dwell serene,—and sorrow? No,

It has none, [10]

Laus Deo!

A VerseMother's New Year Gift to the Little ChildrenFather-Mother God,Loving me,— [15]Guard me when I sleep;Guide my little feetUp to Thee.To the Big ChildrenFather-Mother good, lovingly [20]Thee I seek,—Patient, meek,In the way Thou hast,—Be it slow or fast,Up to Thee. [25]

Mother's New Year Gift to the Little ChildrenFather-Mother God,Loving me,— [15]Guard me when I sleep;Guide my little feetUp to Thee.To the Big ChildrenFather-Mother good, lovingly [20]Thee I seek,—Patient, meek,In the way Thou hast,—Be it slow or fast,Up to Thee. [25]

Mother's New Year Gift to the Little Children

Father-Mother God,Loving me,— [15]Guard me when I sleep;Guide my little feetUp to Thee.

Father-Mother God,

Loving me,— [15]

Guard me when I sleep;

Guide my little feet

Up to Thee.

To the Big Children

Father-Mother good, lovingly [20]Thee I seek,—Patient, meek,In the way Thou hast,—Be it slow or fast,Up to Thee. [25]

Father-Mother good, lovingly [20]

Thee I seek,—

Patient, meek,

In the way Thou hast,—

Be it slow or fast,

Up to Thee. [25]

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