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CONTE NTS
A Nov embe r M e ssage
M izpah
S ecurity
The First Robin
S unset
The Rose '
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A Christ m
as C fie rin g
M y Ship
T he Son g
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Glen B rook
Through S t o rm
M il k w e ed
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T he B i rthday
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B efore the S prin gtim e
Gr ee tin g
N i gh t Fal l
A Son g
N asturtiums
A Ch ristmas Son g
CO NTENTS
As Seen from My Dutch Chai r
Isabelle
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New Year s Eve
The Shadow of a Dream
The H an gin g of the Cur t ains
The Pasqu e Flower
An Easter Son g
To M y M other
Un ited
At Fo rty
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The Teacher s Warran t
WH EN '
The Sp ring comes so ftly up amon g the h ills
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The patien t earth l ies waitin g neath the snow ;
Then comes a stir the pulse of new l i fe th rills
The sn ow wreaths fade warmly th e south winds
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An d at their kiss the swam ps flush rosy red
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O er all th e trees upon the hillside steep
A t en der mist of l ivin g green is sp read
Wh ile in the hol lows tiny violets peep
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And with a note as swee t as water s fall
A blue bird tells of comin g j oy an d l igh t ;
Gayly the robins to each other call
And over all the sun sh ines warm an d brig ht
An d then we start an d c ry Win t er has flown
But when the Sp rin g cam e back is still to us um
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A N O'E M B ER M E S SAGE
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Al l day lon g o e r fi e l d an d mountai n dull gray
cl ouds came d ri ftin g d rif t in g
And the dead leav es floated down ward through the
stil l ai r sof t an d slow
Al l th e earth l ay silen t w ai t in g in t he hush of win
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And the ve ry winds we re qu iet too subdued an d sad
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S udd en ly a blue bird s w hist l e bre aks th e d reary
ho pe less s ilence
An d its th robbin g j oyous music bears this m e ssa ge
th rou gh the a i r
H e who gives the birds their p o rt ion has the wh ole
ea rth in his keep in g
After col d an d storm an d struggle H e will send
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So dear he art t hou gh tho u art waitin g in th e chill
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of pain s dark win ter
And the dea d leaves of thy hop es come floatin g
down ward th ick an d f ast
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Yet thy Fathe r s love surrounds thee and H is hand
W ill surely send thee
The sweet s p rin g o f j oy an d bl essin g when thy time
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M I 'P A H
To on e mos t dear t o m e
Towards whom I stre t ch ou t lovin g eage r h ands
Thou soon wil t toss upon the restless sea
Wh il e I wai t he re al one upon t h e sands
Tempests may swe ep ac ross t he heavin g d ee p
Th ick mists across my lonely path may creep
M ay H e who gove rns both the sea an d land
S till guid e ou r paths by H is all lovin g h an d
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watch t wi x t th e e an d me
shelte r th ee
At sea
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S E CU RITY
I saw a tiny bird the other day
F li tt i n g from bough to bo ugh on j oyous wing
For Oh the sun was bri ght an d earth was gay
An d so it seemed h e coul d not choose but sin g ;
Wh ile all h is l ittl e heart in shee r del ight
H e carol ed forth in music sweet and true
Alas ' I though t
H ow soo n comes darkl ing
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And then what can this hel pless creature do '
When lookin g th rou gh the branch es towards the
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I saw h is nest builded secure an d h igh
And wouldst thou l ive in sunsh ine free f rom fear '
Then thou must build in H eaven thy home and
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Bel ow are pain and doubt and shadows d rear
But there are l ight and stren gth and perfect rest
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TH E FI RST ROB I N
All day the he avy clouds hun g dark an d low
Sullenly brood in g over field and hill ;
And ever an d anon a flake of snow
Cam e d ri ftin g slowly downward cold and s t ill
Slowl y the dayl igh t faded from the sight
When sudd en ly the dull clouds in the wes t
Parted an d th rough the rift a sunbeam bri gh t
Shot gladden in g all t hin gs with its radiance blest
An d straight way through the stil l air loud and
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Roused by the b righ tness ran g a robin s son g
Gon e is the pa l l of stillness dense an d d rear
B roken the yoke o f death and darkn ess stron g
Rouse the e 0 Earth and turn thee to the light ;
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Conquered is winter s reign an d en ded is thy ni ght
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S UN S ET
The h ush o f Autu mn res t s upon t he hills
Dreamy an d warm the m el low sunbe ams l ie ;
A go l d en vapo r eve ry vall ey fills
And so ft wh ite clouds d rift t h rough t h e dee p b l ue
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Gay glowing maples al l t he wo ods adorn ;
While crimson leav es strew eve ry quiet pa t h
I n the brown fi el ds s t and shocks of rus t lin g corn
An d in their she lt er gold en pum pk ins l augh
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Now l on g deep shadows cross th e meadow fair
And t he grea t sun d rops down be hind t h e hill
A hin t of co min g f rost is in t he ai r
And all t he wh ispe rin g wi n ds are h ush ed an d s t ill
The eve n in g s t ar bu rns i n t h e gl owin g w e st
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ALM ED A
S of tl y th e rosy d awn with gen tle hand
Open the golden ga t e o f morn do t h swin g
An d far an d wide he r flashin g sunbe ams fl ing
As on the shin in g t hreshol d she doth s t and
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As a t her gl ad ap pro a ch o er sky an d l an d
A flush of pleasu re sp reads ; birds wake and sing
Rousin g sweet echoes w i t h thei r carol in g
An d flowe r bells rin g by gen tle breez es fann e d
Even so my love when t hou dost come to me
I bl ush to feel my own unwo rthin ess
Ye t blush again with pl e as ure when I se e
Thou hast such po wer to gladden an d to bless
Fo r thy swee t p resence l ike to sunshin e f air
B rin geth b ri gh t flow e rs o f j oy an d m us ic ev e ry
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TH E RO S E JAR
Som e one has said Sweet th in gs are bo rn to d ie
We trust tha t sweetest thin gs shall las t alway
See how th es e leav es t hough brow n an d d ried t hey
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S til l ho l d t he p erfume o f a summer s day
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A CH RI ST M AS OFFERI N G
Glo ry t o Go d the angels sing
Sweetly the linge rin g p rais es ri n g
Th roughou t th e echo in g sky
An d shal l not we more bl es t t han
Wi th an gel choi rs our tribute pay
Un to ou r God most high '
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Unmarred by sin the angels songs ;
To us a sadder no t e be lon gs
Deepened with pain an d stri f e
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Ye t t h rough earth s m irror fain t an d
We t oo woul d o ffer p raise t o H im
Who d ied to b rin g us l i fe
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Earth s gi f t s be lon g t o Thee alone
We have no treasu re of ou r own
To lay before Thy sh rin e
B u t o f ou r pov e rt y we b ri n g
Ou r wills a Chris t mas o ff e rin g
Tak e them and make t h e m Thine
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MY SH IP
Wh e n my ship comes in I said and sm iled
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As I loo ke d far ou t o er t h e sunny sea
For a l l my d reams since a l ittle ch ild
And all my hopes an d visions w ild
Were mean t by t hose few shor t wo rds to me
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And surely t h e re never sailed a ay
A fairer craft from the harbo r old
The waves roun d he r p row seem ed to dance and
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An d t he tender l igh t o f the ri sin g day
M ade her white sails fairer than burnished gol d
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The beau t i f u l ship i n t h e harbo r old '
Wel l m igh t t h e sun on he r wh ite sails shine
Sh e wil l come bac k l aden with rich es an d gold
With hope s f u l filled and with weal th un to l d
An d this t r easu re is al l f or me an d mine
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My ship ' My sh ip ' B u t t emp es t s ri se
An d t h e d ancin g waves can dash an d roar
And s to rm clouds cove r th e an gry ski es
Whil e we swe ep the b road ocean with strain ing eyes
Bu t wha t can w e do who wai t o n t he shore '
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Ye t my s hi p came in came i n a t l as t
D ri ft in g bac k f rom t he c rue l crue l sea
With up tu rn e d h ul l and brok en mas t
A n d my d reams an d v isi ons al l are past ;
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Fo r tw as on l y a wrec k cam e bac k t o me
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TH E S ONG OF TH E G LEN B ROOK
From forest d ep ths o f moss and fern I trickle
An d so ftly cre ep
Beneath great rocks an d overh an gin g branches
I n shado w de ep
And f rin gin g bl ossoms t remble a t my com in g
Wi th sudden j oy
S t oopin g t o gree t me then in haste withd rawin g
Ti m id an d ooy
An d ove r pebbly be ds I d ance an d ripple
While h igh above
Am on g t h e boughs t h e tiny woo d birds caro l
Of home an d love
And summer days of ful l an d ripe comp l eten ess
Whose com in g s ee ms
To b rin g us p rom ise of t he glad fulfillmen t
O f al l ou r d reams
O n on I dan ce t hrou gh fl i c k e ri n g shade an d sun
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N ow dark now brigh t
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An d fai ry d rago n fl i es s k im swi ft ly o er m e
With win gs o f l igh t
And bright eyed squ irre l s s t oop t o d rin k my wa t ers
M er ry an d flee t
An d al l the gl ad wood crea t ur es se em t o echo
0 li fe is swee t
I n th e gl ad summ er days o f j oy and sunshin e
0 l ife is swe et
Is swee t
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Then deeper grows my path and all about me
Great rocks are strewn
While through th e t rees stran ge winds come down
the moun tain
With fit f ul moan
An d here beneath the shelterin g birch and chestnuts
The youn g folks meet
Scal in g the sl ippery rocks and narrow ledges
With eager fee t
And merry lau ghter breaks t he woodland stillness
While shout and son g
Echo amon g t he deep paths o f the fo rest
S ilen t so lon g
And here b eneath the so f tly whis p erin g branch es
Shy lovers mee t
To fi nd toge t her perfect unders t a nd in g
Tender and sweet
I n the glad summ e r days o f j oy and sunsh i ne
0 love is sweet
Is swee t
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And now dark hemlock t ress c l ose round my pa t h
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While grim an d w ild
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Like broken f ragmen ts of the earth s foundations
Great rocks are p iled
An d swifter n ow I hasten on an d downward
No r can I stay
The mi gh ty wa t er sp iri t stron g resis tl ess
Calls me away
Now swi f t an d whi t e my se et hin g bo i l in g w a
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Swe ep p as t th e shore
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S ile nce an d p eace b rood o e r t he dar ke n i n g m e ado w s
Ful l and compl et e
And afte r n igh t w e trust th e morn in g cometh
An d trust is sweet
Afte r the pass ion an d the sullen sorrow
New hop e God given hO p e
Is sweet
Is swee t
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TH ROUGH S TOR M
O my h ea rt my h ea rt w as he av y
With th e hop in g and t he wa itin g
As the great sun se t tle d s l o wly
Do w n in to the troubled sea
An d lon g t rails o f m ist came crow di n g
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O e r the w eary waste of waters
An d t h e broo din g n i ght san k d a r kl y
With n o l igh t o f h e p e fo r me
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Then far out amids t the dar kn ess
Gl eamed th e wh i t e foam risi ng fal lin g
And the tide cam e sweepin g land w ard
Wi th a d ull incr eas ing roar
And the tide of my de ep sorrow
Rose an d t ossed m e in its bil l o ws
As with re stl ess fo rce the break e rs
Toss t h e se a wee d on t h e shore
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Suddenly the sweep i n g t empest
B roke with wild resistless fu ry
Blackly yawned the awful billo ws
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I n th e sudde n l ightn in g s glar e
Blacker still agai n the darkn ess
Close d u p on the f earful confl ic t
An d the w inds rus hed m adly on w a rd
With th e frenzy o f des p air
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But the d r ead f ul n ight is over
With i ts fierce un earthly battles
An d t he morn in g sunl ight danc es
On t he sh in i n g quie t se a
Joyously th e bi rds are sin gin g
And a sol emn p eace en folds me
'or I kno w t h ro u gh s t orm an d t em pe s t
Go d will c a re for you an d me
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M I LK WEED
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Come wi t h me dear f o r the shadows a re f al ling
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N i gh t gl ides o er th e mo un t ain stately an d slo w
Through the d ewi laden m eadows the cri ckets are
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And high m id th e t ree to p s th e so ft n ight winds
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The last gl e ams o f day i n the west now are dyin g
An d in the deep sky th e golden stars glow
One l in gerin g bird to its warm n est is flyin g
And the hum o f th e n igh t moth sounds d reamy an d
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Come wi th m e d e a r
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I think that th e yello w haired daisies are d reamin g
Fo r I see t hei r brigh t h eads softly nod to an d fro
But t he m il k weed still wak es for its pal e stars
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As i f w ith some t hou gh t more than mor t als can
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Come with m e de ar
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The n com e w ith m e clear t ha t j us t w e two t o
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M ay live ove r those brigh t days now lon g lon g ago
When we strayed hand in ha n d in the sweet sum
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Ou t over t he h ill in th e sunset s red glow
Come wi t h m e de a r
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Ah dear th e summer has vanished forever
Th rough the cold leafl ess branches the wind
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To t he ol d nests the rob ins wil l come aga i n never
The meadows ar e barren t he air d im an d chill
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But thou gh daisies are gone an d black c l ouds are
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The milk weed no w sends you its message o f ch ee r
The fl ower dies for the seed j oy comes after
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And after death s n ight H eaven s morn in g sh ines
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And ou r home is there dear
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TH E B I RTH DAY O ' A KIN G
The bi rthday of a Kin g 0 wond rous s ight '
T he Kin g of kin gs to earth has no w descended
LO in a man ge r l ies the Lord of l ight
Behold what maj esty an d meekness blended
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Ah see t his lo wl y stabl e col d an d bare
S ee on th e st raw th is helpless in fan t sle ep in g
An d th en behold the n i ghts the days of care
The comin g years f or t h is youn g child are keeping
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Behol d H im poo r tha t w e migh t r i ch es fin d
A man of gri ef that H e m ight bri n g us gladness ;
Pa rtakin g o f the natu re of mankin d
Bearin g ou r sickn ess sharin g all our sadness
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Behol d H e gives H is l ife for man s salvation
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H e b ears sin s punishm en t in sinne rs place
That we migh t l ive t o Go d H is new creation
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The birthday o f a Kin g Kneel an d adore
With reveren t feet app roach this stabl e lowly
Com e se ek th e in fant Kin g crowned evermore
Thy King thy Ri ghteousnes s thy Saviour holy
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L ET THY PEACE RULE
Let Thy peace rul e
Weary with f rui t less s t ru ggle
B roken d efeated in the stri fe wi th wron g
Restless dissat isfi ed in d arkn ess grop in g
With will still unsubd ued an d passions stron g
To Thee within whos e presence tem pests cease
I come for pe ac e
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Le t Thy peac e rule
Am ids t va gu e shadows stru ggl in g
B ewildered with the mystery o f l ife
Fearful and tempted stumbl in g o ft an d fall ing
Knowin g mysel f unequal to the stri fe
I come t o Th ee who stren gt h an d p ity art
Rule Thou my h e art
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Let Thy pe ace ru l e
'uiet this restl ess turmoi l
And let a sol emn hush my sp irit fi l l
That in the st illness I may hear Thee speakin g
And l isten in g learn to know an d love Thy w ill
0 Prince of pea ce en te r and claim Th ine own
Rul e m e alon e
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B EFORE TH E S PRI N GTI M E
And so you are wea ry to day dear heart
An d you think the wo rld gone awry
And it se ems that the sun will never shine
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You th ink that the sprin g will never come b ack
That the birds w i ll never sin g
That sorrow must always be your lo t
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I wal ked o er the h ills to day dear heart
And th e trees stood g a unt an d bare
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But down on the groun d mid the withered l eaves
I foun d one violet fair
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I saw on the bou ghs many empty nests
Yet cl ear and sweet an d stron g
Fill ed with new l i fe an d hope an d trust
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I heard a blue bird s son g
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Shall we cl in g to the winter sad '
H e woul d fill our l ives with such bea utiful th ings
Let us take th em and be glad
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I know the lon gin g and pain dear heart
An d yet I think ere lon g
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I f we t rust ou r H eavenly Father s love
Ou r grief shall be turned to a son g
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H ope on th rough the winter of sorrow an d trial
Take courage the clouds wil l b reak ;
God will send us j oy in h is own good t ime
Fo r he knoweth th e way tha t we take
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N I G HT F ALL
The driftin g eas t winds s weep t he meadows wide
Sendin g l on g shiverin g ripples through the gras s
Tossin g the maple bo ughs from side to side
An d sca t terin g showers of d ead leaves as they pass
A clam berin g vine loosed from its forme r stay
S w ays helpl essly a t each recu rrin g blast
Wh ile one fair rose th e p rid e o f yesterday
Now d rops its crimso n pe tals thick and fast
The d rivin g mists blot ou t the d ist a n t h ill
An d sh a dows gather thickly on t he plain
N igh t closes roun d us d reary dark an d ch ill
Then d raw the cu rtai n Love shut out the rain
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An d si t b e side me in the fi re s red ligh t
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Thysel f our home s true sunshin e warm and bright
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A S ON G
My lady fai r awak e
The rosy fi n gered mornin g
Opens her eas te rn ga t e
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An d flas hin g sunbe ams o e r t he earth doth fl in g
Th e d ewy m ead ows sparkl e in the l igh t
The fragil e win d fl ow e rs op e t hei r b l ossoms white
And eve rywhere sweet bi rds are caro l in g
My love my lady wake
Awak e
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My lady fai r good n i ght
Above t he pu rp l e moun t ains
Th e moon is risin g bri ght
An d faint swe et b reath o f l il i es fills t he air
So ft n i gh t winds blow t hy d reamy lu l laby
Whil e s t ead f as t l y from ou t t he qu ie t sky
The s t ars ar e watchin g th e e wi t h lovin g care
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Summer is pas t the Sprin g s fai r flowers are d ead
The garden paths are desolate and bare
The rose is gone the merry birds are fled
An d dried leaves flu t ter th rou gh the chilly air
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Yet d own beneath this gray wal l s shelterin g care
A sudden blaze o f colo r meets the eye
The b rave n as tu rtium blossoms b ri gh t and fair
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H ere tell of sum mer n eath October s sky
Dear gall an t flowe rs wha t thou gh the wi n ter d rear
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Soon wil l destroy you with its freezin g blast
While l ife remains you still will tel l of cheer
An d bravely show you r colors to the las t
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An d when th e w inter s snows heap val e an d hill
True h e arts will keep your courage livin g s t ill
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A C H RI STM AS S O N G
Th e stars are al l ou t in th e stil l arch o f heav en ,
And t he b ri gh t silve r m oon l i k e a shi p on th e se a
Dro ps down t o her moo ri n gs be h i n d th e blu e mo un
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Bu t my heart is aw ak e Lo ve an d t h ink i n g o f
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Th e sn ow cov e re d h il l s g li tte r wh i t e in t h e moo n
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An d t he frost crys t als s p ar kl e on bramb l e an d
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The shadows l ie b l ack on th e ice cover e d rive r
And my h ea rt Love i s wa k in g an d t hin k in g of
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Float on silver moo n o er t hy un ruffl ed se a ;
M ay the pe a ce an d t h e j oy o f t his glad ti m e enwrap
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In the days o f so n g an d s t ory
When the wor l d enj oyed i ts mo rning
An d men t ho ugh t as l i ttl e child ren
To t h e earth a gif t was give n ;
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Twas a stran ge ly wov e n carp et
Only thos e wi th t hou gh t untaint e d
Those with courage never shaken
Thos e whos e truth had n ever wave re d
Coul d be hold its soft d im colors
Coul d en j oy its power supernal
Fo r t o whom t his carpe t float e d
Like a cloud d ropped from the heavens
Came th e power to drift o ff with i t
To whatever cl i me h is fancy
Or his heart or l on gin g d rew him
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But t h e wo rl d grew ol d and dus ty
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And men s thoughts an d t ru th were tarn ished
And t hei r courage grew bravado
S o the mystic wishin g carpet
Was d raw n back again to cloudland
Till th e d ay '
i f tha t day cometh '
When ren ewed in tru t h and courage
Men again are l ittl e ch ildren
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Yet al t hough the magic carp e t
H as depar t ed from ou r dwe l l in gs
S till i ts shadow l in ge rs n ear us ;
An d som e cal l t his shadow Fancy
B ut a few wi th keen er ins t inc t
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S ay I t is H ope s man tl e pass in g
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No t al on e t o men of cou rage
N ay nor even to t h e spo t l ess
Com es this symbol o f pas t gl o ry
Com es this p rom ise of t he fu ture
As t he subs t an ce cam e t o v irtue
So the shadow v i rt ue wantin g
Comes to thos e who s t rive fo r virtue
Or t o those who weary h earted
Need some cheer to help them upward
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O e r l ife s hot and dusty hi ghway
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S uch an on e foo tsor e an d wea ry
Toiled I t h rou gh the bu rn in g noonday
When behold a l ittle arbo r
And with in i t swayin g so f t ly
An illusive mys t ic shadow
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Eagerly I sough t the arbor
S an k to rest beneath th is shadow
From t he azure vault o f h eaven
B l az ed the Au gu st sun in fu ry
All the sky was ho t an d fiery
All the sh imm erin g ai r was burn in g
All t he earth was sco rch ed and gasp in g
Eve ry lea f hun g parched an d wil t ed
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E en t h e l i tt le birds we re silen t
I n a hea t too grea t for sin gin g
From t he still dep ths o f my refuge
Gaz ed I o n a wo rld of summ er
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Then t o m e there came a marve l
Al l my h ill be gi rdled l andscape
Chan ged t o a low fl a t spread coun try
H ere amon g i ts f ert il e m eadows
S t oo d a gray an d cu rious win dm ill
Wi t h b road sails slow slow l y t u rn i n g
H e re a ga in a red roofed co tt ag e
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H igh amon g whos e c l uste rin g chimneys
A lon g legge d stork h ad nested
Gre e n and pleasan t was this land scape
Rich w ith deep and f e rt il e meadows
Gay with b ri ghtly bloom in g gardens
Trim an d t idy tel l in g always
Of a peopl e l abor lovin g
Soft and damp t h e summe r breezes
B l ew across this pleasan t coun t ry
And upon them fain t illusive
Like a strain o f fi t ful music
Came the deep voice o f the ocean
For this land is se a be gi rdled
Eagerly I scanned the d istan t
Lin e where sky an d earth comm ingled
Till I saw a misty sha dow
The gray l ine o f the wide ocean
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Sud den ly withou t my e ff ort
S to od I c l ose beside the water
Gray the sky above me b rooded
Gray t he waters tossed an d troubled
Ros e and fell with ceasel ess moaning
Sorrow seem ed upon the ocean
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Then again a ch an gi ng pic t ure
Blue the azure dome of heaven
B lue t he gayly dancin g wate r
While the breake rs combin g curl in g
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Ran and fro l icked o er the sh in gle
An d the spray n O W w hi te and snowy
Radian t n ow with rainbow colo rs
Touched my face with soft caresses ;
And t he keen s al t breath o f o cean
S eem e d to give new l i fe an d vi go r
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O ut across the gard en m ea dow
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On th e groun d he r p rope r boo ty
Th e great pears full ripe an d mellow
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O thrice happy l ittl e mai den '
For not lonely in he r strayin g
I n the garden busy toil in g
Ther e is one t o her its cen ter
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There is on e her l i fe s bri ght sunshin e
Now to h i m she com es with qu estion
M ay I have the pears t h e wind d ropped '
M ay I p ick th e red ros e yonder '
Or sh e com e s with happy w onder
At some m i racl e o f na t ure
See a v iol et in th e au t umn
Or a cl over leaf fou r pe tal led
O th ric e happy l ittl e maid en '
Sh e is al ways sure o f wel come
Sure o f sympathy u ntirin g
Sure o f i nt er es t in each beauty
Fres h a n d eager j oyous always
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For t h e one w ho makes he r sunshine
H as in age th e h eart of childhood
H as a love deep stron g and tender
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Learned not from earth s chan geful teach ing
But f rom H im who l ove creat ed
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Pain must su rely one day fi nd thee
Shad ows gather round thy pathway
Yet n o darkest cloud can rob th e e
O f th e se e arly days o f sunsh i ne
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Emp t y stan ds th e sweet o l d gard en
All the d ew fille d ai r is f ra g rant
B u t the blossoms once so brill iant
N ow gl eam d i mly in th e twil ight
S ilen t stan ds t h e sweet old ga rden
S ave where some sh rill voiced cricket
O r a katy d id makes ou tcry
S ummer days ar e p ast an d over
Al l the ai r is still to listen
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But althou gh the sun has van ished
All the west still th robs an d pulses
Wit h a fl ood of go l den glo ry
As i f to some bet ter coun try
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Wher e n ight s shadows never gather
A great doo r had be en flun g O pen
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Wonderful t ha t path o f sp l endor '
Wistfully I gaz e in to it
Till I almost see be fo re m e
That fai r l an d who se happy i nmate
Knows no ch an ge nor pain no r sorrow
N ee ds no sun nor moo n to li ght h im
And I kn ow that on e belov e d
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Who was here ou r heart s best sunsh in e
Wal ks within that hap py coun t ry
As a son at home f or e ver
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Joyin g in his Fa t he r s p resence
What n ew b eau ty is upon him
Wh at new p ower or grace I know not
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On the Kin g in al l H is b e auty
And so gaz in g so adorin g
H e shall grow t o be most l ike H im
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S til l I gaze i nto t he sunset
Till I alm ost t h ink there gree ts m e
A fain t st rain O f s w eet est mus ic
From that h ap py holy country
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An d my eyes ea rt h d immed an d darken ed
Cannot bear th e heavenly glory
So the d oor t o t ha t f ai r coun try
Softly cl oses as I l in ger
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F i t f ully t h e n i ght wind passes
And the darkn e ss closes round me
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But upon th e n i gh t s stil l darkness
B reak the stars heaven ligh te d tape rs
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Com e to me an d follow closely
I have trod th is way before thee
An d the path to t his fai r coun try
Li es right onward up the highway
Follow me I t is n ot su rely
That thy feet sh al l never stumble ;
But my fe et have w al ked unerrin g
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Tis not that thou shalt accompl ish
Wondrous p ro gress on t h is j ou rn ey ;
But I t ook th is j ourn ey for thee
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I t is not th a t thou can s t conquer
All the evils that may m ee t thee ;
But I conquered evil for th ee
I t is not that thou art holy
Fit to en ter in that country ;
But my hol in ess is pe rfect
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Wearin ess and tribulation
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Toil an d heat and dus t awa i t th ee
Yea and last a cold dark river
Bu t I passed this way before thee
Knew the to il the heat the sorrow
Yea an d since none e lse coul d do
I the S hepherd true and lovin g
Tasted d eath fo r all my people
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D ied to pay thei r debt — sin s wa ges
Rose that they m ight l ive forever
Come to me an d follow clos ely
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I n my shadow haun ted arbor
F i ercely glows the Au gu st sunsh ine
Al l the shimme rin g air is burni ng
All th e earth is hot and dusty
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B ut enough I must p ress onward
Up the hi ghway up so be i t
This is no t my place o f restin g ;
I a p il grim may but tarry
For a n i ght in this my shel ter
Up my soul and has ten onward '
B ut th rough all the dust O f travel
Th rough the shadow o r the sunsh ine
Listen still fo rever l isten
For tha t voice o f wond rous sweetn ess
Of authority unchan gin g
I have trod this way befo re thee
In my footste p s follow trustin g
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H er eyes are l ike th e d e e p blue of t he sea
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Wh en the swif t tide sweeps in f rom far away
And all the fl ashin g whit e-caps d ance an d play
Tossed by the stron g pu re se a winds wild and free
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H er hai r has caught the mornin g s fi rs t pale gol d
Befo re the blaz e of sun ri se fills th e sky
Wh il e d e w d rops glitter on the uplan ds high
And down b e low the shadows l in ger co l d
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Stead fas t in pu rpose earnest for the ri ght
Tender and s t ron g an d t rue chee ry and bri gh t
Fo rgettin g se l f for thos e she hol ds most dear
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O friend whose friendsh ip strengthens my frail l ife
M ay God ou r Fathe r bless you from above
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Gran t you you r heart s desire give you H is love
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And gu ide you safely th rough li fe s care an d strife
My Isabe lle
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Ni ght cl ose s sl owl y round t h e solem n hil ls
'uench in g the crimson glory o f the west
A t remul ou s twil ight every valley fi l ls
And t he l as t bird son g d ies awa y to res t
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H igh in the deep en in g sky with steady s w eep
The bu rn in g stars in stately splendor pass
Wh il e down amon g th e leaves th e fi re fl i es peep
And wave t hei r fai ry l anterns through th e gr ass
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Tell in g s t ran ge s ecr ets to th e l istenin g trees ;
Mys t erious shadows swi ftly com e an d go
And vagu e sweet music floats upo n t he bre e z e
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Do l i fe s mys t eries perplex thee '
Do its doubts and qu estions v ex thee '
Is t hy path wa y dark an d d reary '
H as thy heart gro wn fain t and w eary '
Ye t re s t
God l e adeth best ; rest res t
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Whe n the shades o f n i gh t woul d h id e thee
God sends ou t his s t ars to gu id e thee
When no sin gle ray can cheer thee
Then th e Lo rd H ims e l f d raws near thee
Th e re fore r est
Go d leadeth best ; res t r est
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M errily merrily f al ls the snow
Dancin g down from th e col d gray sky
Can it be tha t the fai ry peopl e white
Are com in g down t o the earth to nigh t
To bid the year Good bye '
M errily m er rily falls t he snow
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And darkn ess creeps over earth and sky
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The w ind o er the h ill tops sighs sad an d low
And am idst the darkness an d deepen in g snow
The year dot h d ie
Softly softly fall s th e snow
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Sol em n and stil l o e r the glistenin g snow
T he sun is risin g clear an d bright
With storm and darkness th e year hath gon e
M ay th e un tried year now at its dawn
B e pure and wh ite as n ew fallen snow
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Traveler has t e t he d ay is fly i n g
I n the gl immerin g west low l ying
The l as t streaks of red are dyin g
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While ami d i ts billows eerie
The pal e moon gle a ms wan and weary
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Louder now t he winds come wailin g
N earer ye t the clouds are t rail in g
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B a ck th e heavy mists are sweep in g
Wha t d read se crets are t h ey k eepin g '
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Sleep bu t n o t on ear t h t hy wa k in g
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For one mo re cl ass the part in g time had come
Th e fou r b ri ght busy m erry college years
So lon g when pl anned fo r but so short when pas t
H ave come an d gone Th e men who fo u r yea rs
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As bo ys an d stran ge rs saw each o t her fi rs t
Now say Farewell fi rm friends and serious m e n
Bu t ere th e part in g cam e one day o f p ause
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When each sou gh t to forge t l ife s graver side
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And l ivin g o e r again old pranks an d sc ra pes
I n fun and j oke to be a boy a gain
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An d with these boys their m any fri en ds co l lec t
Grave gr ay hai red men were there with thou gh t ful
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Watchin g t hose boyish m e n o r man l y boys
Each hop in g tha t his boy in fu ture y e ars
M ight make th e world a b etter braver p l ace
An d finish ou t that wh ich h is own l i fe lacked
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Mothers were the re t hi nkin g with mo t her s pride
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I m su re no t one is equal to my son
Some may be handsomer— perhap s— bu t non e so
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An d many youn ger bro t hers t oo we re t here
By some unspo ken law ga t hered in knots
To roar a t each uncomp rehen ded j o k e
And t h en t o whis pe r in trium phan t tones
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I f we can t bea t that in a year o r two '
An d maidens b l oo m ed that day l i k e swee t June
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In flu t terin g robes o f pink and b l ue an d whi t e
An d dain ty bonne t s an d i ll usive hats
Til l by comparison gard e n s se emed was t es
An d pi n ks an d f ra g ran t ros es mere l y wee ds
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Ne er though t upon their garments bu t ins t ead
Each mused bu t s t ay who so presump tuous
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An d music gave i ts magic t o the t ime
An d r a d ian t June sent forth he r warm es t air
An d bri gh t es t sun sh in e fo r the festival
An d on the campus e ve ry bl ad e of grass
Laughed in t he l igh t wh ile t h e great t ul ip trees
With gene rous h a n d sca tt ered t heir orange bloom
And th rou gh th e stately elms the rustl in g breeze
Pas sed w i th mysterious whispers up and down
The air was full o f rare per f ume and l igh t
Th e very birds sin gin g in sweeter t on es
Whil e high against the deep blu e of the s k y
Rose up th e ivied wa lls o f Ol d Nassau
And ever and anon from the gray to w e r
Deep an d d istinc t th e bel l gave ou t the hou r
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Sudd enly high abo ve the people s heads
Down from the clear blue s ky on gol den win g
A bu t te rfly d ri f t s so ftly tu rns an d floats
B ackward and fo rward in t he b rill iant l igh t
Then poises l igh tly h igh abov e t he crowd
An d as t hey watch the stran ger low yet clear
Like lon g fo rgo t ten music comes a voice
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Partin gs mus t be f o r all thin gs have t hei r t ime
An d ch an ge an d dea t h shall be t h e law o f l i f e
Till th is l i fe end in chan geless l ife abov e
B u t lest man k ind weighed down by t hought o f
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Should m iss th rough dul l des pair h is l i fe s bes t aim
O r else should say with fool ish hard ihood
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Li f e is so shor t i t reeks not how t is spen t
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S ince e en fame s sh in in g laur el s f ade an d di e
An d so s h oul d was te this p ricel ess gi f t h is l i fe
L es t t his s ho u l d be H op e has been s en t t o man
To cheer an d com f or t h im an d nerv e h i s h and
For n obl e wor k an d ch iv al rous emp ris e
An d han d in han d w it h Hope mo re s t rong th an
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Faith has be en sen t a sur e an d chan ge le ss l in k
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To j oin man s l i ttl e weakn ess wi t h Go d s s t re n gth
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An d so to day as t hese n ew arm ed k n ight s
Go fort h in t o t he bat tle fie l d of l i fe
I golden win ged H op e floa t softly do w n
To spu r and g uid e each ch amp ion o n h is way
No r is Fai t h d is t an t t hou gh you see he r no t ;
An d he mus t win who fi ghts wi t h Fa i th an d H ope
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So spa ke t he voice t h e n ceas in g a ll w as s till
Save for a dr e amy ru s tle o f t h e el ms
An d t he sof t whi sp e r o f t h e summ er wind
The gold e n sun san k low e r in t h e w es t
An d coo l d eep s h ado ws l ay across t h e gra ss
The dews be gan t o f al l an d a t t hei r t ouch
The scen t of rose s fi l le d t he warm Jun e ai r
The arch in g s ky grew h igh an d wond e r f ul
Then d ee p an d cl ear t h rough t he s t i ll e v en in g
Th e be ll f rom O l d N assau gave ou t the ho u r
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TH E H ANGI N G OF TH E CURTAI N S
Not lon g sinc e i f I remembe r
I n a qu a in t an d qu iet village
Dwel t a good an d reverend parson
One w ho spen t his l ife in se rv i ce
Toil e d an d labo red for h is people
Yet had sm all remun eration
For his love an d his devo t ion
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Save the great reward tha t s p romi se d
I n the fu tu re to t he faith ful
Such an one was he as Pe t er
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Fightin g lust an d sin s co rruption ;
On e l ike S t John the beloved
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Wo rkin g for h is l i tt l e ch il dren
One l ike Paul th e ch ief apostl e
Fightin g the goo d fi gh t victorious
Y et unl ik e t he great apos tle
H e had chos en h im a helpmee t
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Fo r the p rese n t d isp en sa ti on
On e whos e lovin g h e lp an d se rv ice
Li gh t ed much his heavy l abo rs
One l ike unto Ruth t h e fai t h ful
Or l ike M ary grave an d l owly
Whose a do rnmen t a mee k sp iri t
Showed the goo d part she had chosen
S o th ey l iv ed an d h elped each o the r
And instruct ed thei r th ree children
Fi rst amon g their ol ive branches
Came a dau ght e r staid an d sobe r
An d a very Do rcas was she
Da m in g s t oc k in gs making garm e n ts
Always work in g for her f am ily
Or incr e as in g h e r own le arning
Next they had a nother daugh t er
No t a Dorcas bu t a M ar t ha
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O n e who did less than he r sister
Yet w orked hard e r t o reach af t er
Wha t sh e gras ped no t
Last o f al l un to the parso n
A youn g son an d hei r was given
A youn g Lem uel who from ch ildho od
H eard the wo rds h is mo t he r t augh t h im
O r l ike h im whos e moth e r Eun ice
Aided by her sain t ed moth er
Taugh t her son the t rues t knowledge
S o his very ear l ies t l earn in g
Was t he t ru th his mo t he r t augh t h im
Thus the parso n and his family
Dw el t in that o l d count ry villag e
Peac ef ul was the qu ie t parsonage
Wi t h i ts grea t green yard aroun d i t
On the west t he groun d s l oped gen t ly
To a th ic k high hed ge o f l ilacs
On th e eas t th e chu rch an d chapel
S t oo d invitin g al l t o en t er
On t he nor t h grea t fi rs an d p in e trees
S t ood t he gu ardians o f t h e parsonage
From the furious s t o rms of w in t er
Whil e t all maples in amon g t hem
Wer e unto this quie t hom es t ead
For a be au ty an d ado rn men t
Th ei rs t he firs t pal e green o f Sp r i n gt ime
An d t he rich dark hue o f S umme r ;
An d when th e fi rs t fros ts o f Au t umn
Touched thei r waitin g le aves t hey sca tt ered
F l oo ds of gol d an d crimso n glo ry
To en rich al l who cam e n e ar t h em
S ou t hward from the happy parsonage
S t re t ched a m e adow an d a gard en
In t h e meado w early daisi es
Cam e to gl adden firs t the summer
An d t h en la t er an d m o r e gl a dso me
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Like cond e ns e d and bo ttl ed sunshine
Gol den rod t he j oy o us nod ded ;
An d grave aste rs wistful t ender
Waved B id farewe l l un t o Summ e r
Bu t hope on t hrou gh the lon g w i nter
Fo r an o t her summer comin g
An d t he garden O 't ha t garden
With i ts hyac i n t hs an d t ulips
And i ts vi ol et s an d p ansies
An d i ts d ear o l d p in ks tha t tak e you
To th e first days o f you r childh oo d :
Wh ile all kinds an d sorts of roses
M ak e you al mos t dance with gl adness
To kno w t ha t t here is such beau ty
An d inside t h e pe aceful parsonage
Fi rs t t he brigh t an d ch ee ry ki tchen
S tan d be fo re us Let us en t er
Two eas t wi ndows le t in sunshin e
S even doo rs l e t in t he ch il dr e n
I t migh t no t be qu i t e conv e ni en t
B u t n o on e woul d d are to wh is pe r
S uch a thin g abo v e a w h isper
N e x t t h e dinin g room sm all n arrow
Yet A goo d room each one cal l ed it
T h en the s t udy O t ha t s t udy '
H er e t he parson wro t e his se rm ons
H e re t he ch i l dren when t hei r parents
Wen t to make t hei r pas t or al visi t s
Wor ke d an d r e ad an d p l ayed toge t her
Bu t mos t cosy was t h is s tudy
In t h e co l d n igh ts of t h e win t er
Wh en ou tsid e th e wi nds w e re howl in g
An d t h e h eavy snow fl akes fall ing
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Th en with shades d ropp e d o er t he windows
Wou l d t he p arson and his family
Ga the r roun d t h e fi re made brigh t e r
By the b l owin g o f the no rt h w i nd
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So twas settl ed an d the parson
With his wi fe to hel p him choos e them
Started to the town f or cu rtains
Not too gay must be these han gin gs
Cried the good wi fe to her husband
Lest wi th w orldly thoughts and feel in gs
We may lead our peopl e wron gly
No rep lied the worthy pa rson
Yet al l good thin gs hav e been given
Un to us fo r ou r enj oymen t
Choose we somethin g grave an d cheerful
That shall rest ou r ey es and O t he rs
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They bo ught the curtains
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The y w ere made by th e go od mother
H elped by Dor cas an d by M a rtha
Th en S ain t Paul an d youn g Timotheus
H un g the com forts in thei r plac es
Now they han g there
Yet cried M artha
M oths will soo n eat up th e cu rtains
Let m e make their h an gin g l asti n g
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So she m an u f actured v e rses
Tel ling of the busy han gin g
Where t he verses are I know not
we re lost the day sh e mad e them
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A tiny be ll bu t hush 'b en d down th ine ear
Dost catch its golden music so ftly rin ging '
Far far away i t sounds y e t sweet an d c l ear
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Th e obl igato to sp rin g s chorus sin gin g
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The tiny be ll must d roop its b rief day past
Y et if th ine ear hath heard but once its measu re
Forever in thy h ea rt its tone will las t
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T he sp ring s sad
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The si len t w in te r is d reary an d sa d
An d the pa tie nt eart h w ai ts lon g
Wh ere is t h e s p rin g wi th i t s p rom ise
O th e po w er of dea t h is s t ron g '
S tron g is evil an d s t ron g is pain
M ust p ain an d e vil always re ign '
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Th rough the f roz en ea rth sprin gs a tiny blad e
The voiceless silenc e is pa st
Life aga ins t death ha t h i t s powe rs array e d
And Eas ter has come a t l as t
The l ent l il ies ri n g t hei r go lden be lls
An d this is t h e m essage thei r music t el l s
Fr ee 'f ree 'f r ee '
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The stron g is o e rt hrow n by a stron ger than
Evil is van qu ished stron g d eath is sl ai n
H e who d ied now l iveth fo rever t o reign
O rescued e a rt h you r p raises brin g '
O ha ppy be lls mos t s wee tl y rin g '
Free ' f re e ' f ree '
Let us too sin g
Ou r gl ori ous Kin g
H ath conqu ere d for yo u and m e
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Th e skies han g gray an d chilly an d the win t ry w inds
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While over the hills an d m oo rlands d ri ft softly
stray fl akes of snow
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Ye t in sp ite of l eafless branches an d meadows
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There are furrows upon thy cheek Love an d l ines
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An d the snows o f man y w inters l ie soft mid thy
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Yet over thy p eaceful fac e Love an d deep in thy
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S hines a l ight that is brighter and sweeter th an e er
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An d thy path sh al l grow b ri gh ter an d brighter till
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At Christmas tide
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Though we w al k her e m id sh ades o f earth
They with the gl ori fi ed
For H e w ho ca m e a l ittle child to brin g us l ife
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Wal ks near to us w ho struggl e here am id earth s
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And n ea r to th e m who now rej o ice all s u ff eri n g
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An d kept by H im w e all sha ll meet safe home at
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I t is no t th e gi r l of tw en ty
Nor th e gi rl o f twen ty n ine
NO nor yet the girl of t hi rty
Whos e charms most brightly shine
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But tis she wh o keeps her freshness
H ope an d faith an d temper fair
When the snows of for ty w inte rs
S how th e i r t rac es on he r hair
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Sh e may not be a beau ty ;
M aids at fo rty sel do m are
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You can t cal l h e r bro w a l il y
N or h er ey e a gleam in g star
B ut i f sp rin g time t ints have van ished
An d h e r brow with tho ught is l in e d
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Tis the sculp t or Time s own witn ess
To a s p irit strong and kind
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S he is n o t as good at t e nn i s
As — wel l twen ty y e ars ago
An d th e y oun g f ol k t hou gh the y l ove he r
Fin d h er stories rather slow
An d she kno w s it ; yet se renely
With a courage h igh an d gran d
Ste ad fast tr eads the path app oi nte d
Rul e s her own l on e s pi rit l an d
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In her l ips th e l aw o f kindn ess
Ever holds sup re m e con t ro l
Truth h e r inmos t thought has l i g h t ed
Fai t h an d hope have fi lled h e r soul
And not slo t h fu l sti ll in ac t ion
B e the deed so great or sm all
Every tas k she mak e s a p l easu re
E age r he arte d s erv i ce all
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Ay she d reams fo r wi t hou t d ream i n g
Any l if e is incomplete
And she sees away in cloudl and
Ah 'bu t this I cann ot show
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For a woman s inmos t fancies
S tran ge r eyes may never know
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B ut sh e comes a gain se ren ely
To th is world of every day
And is glad o f work o r pleasure
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Son g of birds or children s play
So we n eed not give he r pi ty
Fo r her sprin g ti me far away
She is facin g now th e sun rise
Rising to the perf ect day
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