—Christina G. Rossetti.

ON SECOND THOUGHT

The end's so near, It is all one What track I steer, What work's begun, It is all one If nothing's done, The end's so near!

The end's so near, It is all one What track thou steer, What work's begun— Some deed, some plan, As thou'rt a man! The end's so near!

—Edward Rowland Sill.

THE VOICE CALLING

In the hush of April weather, With the bees in budding heather, And the white clouds floating, floating, and the sunshine falling broad; While my children down the hill Run and leap, and I sit still, Through the silence, through the silence art thou calling, O my God?

Through my husband's voice that prayeth, Though he knows not what he sayeth, Is it thou who, in thy holy word, hast solemn words for me? And when he clasps me fast, And smiles fondly o'er the past, And talks hopeful of the future, Lord, do I hear only thee?

Not in terror nor in thunder Comes thy voice, although it sunder Flesh from spirit, soul from body, human bliss from human pain; All the work that was to do, All the joys so sweet and new, Which thou shew'dst me in a vision, Moses-like, and hid'st again.

From this Pisgah, lying humbled, The long desert where I stumbled And the fair plains I shall never reach seem equal, clear, and far: On this mountain-top of ease Thou wilt bury me in peace; While my tribes march onward, onward unto Canaan and to war.

In my boy's loud laughter ringing, In the sigh, more soft than singing, Of my baby girl that nestles up unto this mortal breast, After every voice most dear, Comes a whisper, "Rest not here." And the rest thou art preparing, is it best, Lord, is it best?

Lord, a little, little longer! Sobs the earth love, growing stronger; He will miss me, and go mourning through his solitary days, And heaven were scarcely heaven If these lambs that thou hast given Were to slip out of our keeping and be lost in the world's ways.

Lord, it is not fear of dying, Nor an impious denying Of thy will—which evermore on earth, in heaven, be done; But a love that, desperate, clings Unto these, my precious things, In the beauty of the daylight, and glory of the sun.

Ah! thou still art calling, calling, With a soft voice unappalling; And it vibrates in far circles through the everlasting years; When thou knockest, even so! I will arise and go: What, my little ones, more violets? nay, be patient; mother hears!

—Dinah Maria Mulock Craik.

THE "SILVER CORD IS LOOSED"

In the June twilight, in the soft, gray twilight, The yellow sun-glow trembling through the rainy eve, As my love lay quiet, came the solemn fiat, "All these things for ever, for ever thou must leave."

My love she sank down quivering like a pine in tempest shivering, "I have had so little happiness as yet beneath the sun; I have called the shadow sunshine, and the merest frosty moonshine I have, weeping, blessed the Lord for as if daylight had begun.

"Till he sent a sudden angel, with a glorious sweet evangel, Who turned all my tears to pearl-gems, and crowned me—so little worth; Me! and through the rainy even changed my poor earth into heaven Or, by wondrous revelation, brought the heavens down to earth.

"O the strangeness of the feeling!—O the infinite revealing,— To think how God must love me to have made me so content! Though I would have served him humbly, and patiently, and dumbly, Without any angel standing in the pathway that I went."

In the June twilight, in the lessening twilight, My love cried from my bosom an exceeding bitter cry: "Lord, wait a little longer, until my soul is stronger! O wait till thou hast taught me to be content to die!"

Then the tender face, all woman, took a glory superhuman, And she seemed to watch for something, or see some I could not see: From my arms she rose full-statured, all transfigured, queenly-featured,— "As thy will is done in heaven, so on earth still let it be!"

I go lonely, I go lonely, and I feel that earth is only The vestibule of places whose courts we never win; Yet I see my palace shining, where my love sits amaranths twining, And I know the gates stand open, and I shall enter in!

—Dinah Maria Mulock Craik.

CROSSING THE BAR

Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as, moving, seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell When I embark;

For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.

—Alfred Tennyson.

LAUS MORTIS

Nay, why should I fear Death, Who gives us life, and in exchange takes breath?

He is like cordial spring, That lifts above the soil each buried thing;

Like autumn, kind and brief, The frost that chills the branches frees the leaf;

Like winter's stormy hours, That spread their fleece of snow to save the flowers;

The lordliest of all things!— Life lends us only feet, Death gives us wings.

Fearing no covert thrust, Let me walk onward, armed in valiant trust;

Dreading no unseen knife, Across Death's threshold step from life to life!

O all ye frightened folk, Whether ye wear a crown or bear a yoke,

Laid in one equal bed, When once your coverlet of grass is spread,

What daybreak need you fear? The Love will rule you there that guides you here.

Where Life, the sower, stands, Scattering the ages from his swinging hands,

Thou waitest, reaper lone, Until the multitudinous grain hath grown.

Scythe-bearer, when thy blade Harvests my flesh, let me be unafraid.

God's husbandman thou art, In his unwithering sheaves, O, bind my heart!

—Frederic Lawrence Knowles.

IMMANUEL'S LAND

The sands of time are sinking, The dawn of heaven breaks, The summer morn I've sighed for— The fair, sweet morn awakes. Dark, dark hath been the midnight, But dayspring is at hand, And glory, glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land.

I've wrestled on toward heaven 'Gainst storm, and wind, and tide, Now, like a weary traveler That leaneth on his guide, Amid the shades of evening, While sinks life's lingering sand, I hail the glory dawning From Immanuel's land.

Deep waters crossed life's pathway; The hedge of thorns was sharp; Now these lie all behind me. O for a well-tuned harp! O to join the Hallelujah With yon triumphant band Who sing where glory dwelleth— In Immanuel's land!

With mercy and with judgment My web of time he wove, And aye the dews of sorrow Were lustered with his love; I'll bless the hand that guided, I'll bless the heart that planned, When throned where glory dwelleth— In Immanuel's land.

—Annie R. Cousin.

The grave itself is but a covered bridge Leading from light to light through a brief darkness.

—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

I hold that, since by death alone God bids my soul go free, In death a richer blessing is Than all the world to me.

—Scheffler, tr. by Frederic Rowland Marvin.

DEATH

Fearest the shadow? Keep thy trust; Still the star-worlds roll. Fearest death? sayest, "Dust to dust"? No; say "Soul to Soul!"

—John Vance Cheney.

THE TENANT

This body is my house—it is not I; Herein I sojourn till, in some far sky, I lease a fairer dwelling, built to last Till all the carpentry of time is past. When from my high place viewing this lone star, What shall I care where these poor timbers are? What though the crumbling walls turn dust and loam— I shall have left them for a larger home. What though the rafters break, the stanchions rot, When earth has dwindled to a glimmering spot! When thou, clay cottage, fallest, I'll immerse My long-cramp'd spirit in the universe. Through uncomputed silences of space I shall yearn upward to the leaning Face. The ancient heavens will roll aside for me, As Moses monarch'd the dividing sea. This body is my house—it is not I. Triumphant in this faith I live, and die.

—Frederic Lawrence Knowles.

TO OUR BELOVED

It singeth low in every heart, We hear it, each and all— A song of those who answer not, However we may call; They throng the silence of the breast, We see them as of yore— The kind, the brave, the true, the sweet, Who walk with us no more.

'Tis hard to take the burden up When these have laid it down; They brightened all the joy of life, They softened every frown; But, O, 'tis good to think of them When we are troubled sore! Thanks be to God that such have been, Though they are here no more.

More homelike seems the vast unknown Since they have entered there; To follow them were not so hard, Wherever they may fare; They cannot be where God is not, On any sea or shore; Whate'er betides, thy love abides, Our God, for evermore.

—John White Chadwick.

A DEATH BED

As I lay sick upon my bed I heard them say "in danger"; The word seemed very strange to me Could any word seem stranger?

"In danger"—of escape from sin For ever and for ever! Of entering that most holy place Where evil entereth never!

"In danger"—of beholding him Who is my soul's salvation! Whose promises sustain my soul In blest anticipation!

"In danger"—of soon shaking off Earth's last remaining fetter! And of departing hence to be "With Christ," which is far better!

It is a solemn thing to die, To face the king Immortal, And each forgiven sinner should Tread softly o'er the portal.

But when we have confessed our sins To him who can discern them, And God has given pardon, peace, Tho' we could ne'er deserve them,

Then, dying is no dangerous thing; Safe in the Saviour's keeping, The ransomed soul is gently led Beyond the reach of weeping.

So tell me with unfaltering voice When Hope is really dawning; I should not like to sleep away My few hours till the morning.

Yet Love will dream and Faith will trust, (Since he who knows our need is just,) That somehow, somewhere meet we must. Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress trees! Who hopeless lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play; Who hath not learned in hours of faith This truth to flesh and sense unknown; That Life is ever lord of death, And Love can never lose its own!

—John Greenleaf Whittier.

AFTERWARD

There is no vacant chair. The loving meet— A group unbroken—smitten, who knows how? One sitteth silent only, in his usual seat; We gave him once that freedom. Why not now?

Perhaps he is too weary, and needs rest; He needed it too often, nor could we Bestow. God gave it, knowing how to do it best. Which of us would disturb him? Let him be.

There is no vacant chair. If he will take The mood to listen mutely, be it done. By his least mood we crossed, for which the heart must ache, Plead not nor question! Let him have this one.

Death is a mood of life. It is no whim By which life's Giver wrecks a broken heart. Death is life's reticence. Still audible to him, The hushed voice, happy, speaketh on, apart.

There is no vacant chair. To love is still To have. Nearer to memory than to eye, And dearer yet to anguish than to comfort, will We hold him by our love, that shall not die,

For while it doth not, thus he cannot. Try! Who can put out the motion or the smile? The old ways of being noble all with him laid by? Because we love he is. Then trust awhile.

—Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward.

OUR TWO GIFTS

Two gifts God giveth, and he saith One shall be forfeit in the strife— The one no longer needed: life, No hand shall take the other, death.

—John Vance Cheney.

ATHANASIA

The ship may sink, And I may drink A hasty death in the bitter sea; But all that I leave In the ocean grave Can be slipped and spared, and no loss to me.

What care I Though falls the sky And the shriveling earth to a cinder turn; No fires of doom Can ever consume What never was made nor meant to burn!

Let go the breath! There is no death To a living soul, nor loss, nor harm. Not of the clod Is the life of God— Let it mount, as it will, from form to form.

—Charles Gordon Ames.

LIFE

Life! I know not what thou art, But know that thou and I must part; And when, or how, or where we met I own to me's a secret yet.

But this I know—when thou art fled, Where'er they lay these limbs, this head, No clod so valueless shall be As all that there remains of me. O whither, whither dost thou fly? Where bend unseen thy trackless course? And in this strange divorce, Ah, tell where I must seek this compound, I?

Life! we've been long together, Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear. Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not "Good Night," but in some brighter clime Bid me "Good Morning."

—Anna Letitia Barbauld.

THE STRUGGLE

"Body, I pray you, let me go!" (It is a soul that struggles so.) "Body, I see on yonder height Dim reflex of a solemn light; A flame that shineth from the place Where Beauty walks with naked face; It is a flame you cannot see— Lie down, you clod, and set me free.

"Body, I pray you, let me go!" (It is a soul that striveth so.) "Body, I hear dim sounds afar Dripping from some diviner star; Dim sounds of joyous harmony, It is my mates that sing, and I Must drink that song or break my heart— Body, I pray you, let us part.

"Comrade, your frame is worn and frail, Your vital powers begin to fail; I long for life, but you for rest; Then, Body, let us both be blest. When you are lying 'neath the dew I'll come sometimes, and sing to you; But you will feel no pain nor woe— Body, I pray you, let me go."

Thus strove a Being. Beauty fain, He broke his bonds and fled amain. He fled: the Body lay bereft, But on its lips a smile was left, As if that spirit, looking back, Shouted upon his upward track, With joyous tone and hurried breath, Some message that could comfort Death.

—Danske Dandridge.

THE THREE FRIENDS

Man in his life hath three good friends— Wealth, family, and noble deeds; These serve him in his days of joy And minister unto his needs.

But when the lonely hour of death With sad and silent foot draws nigh, Wealth, then, and family take their wings, And from the dying pillow fly.

But noble deeds in love respond, "Ere came to thee the fatal day, We went before, O gentle friend, And smoothed the steep and thorny way."

—From the Hebrew, tr. by Frederic Rowland Marvin.

AN OLD LATIN HYMN

How far from here to heaven? Not very far, my friend; A single hearty step Will all thy journey end.

Hold, there! where runnest thou? Know heaven is in thee! Seek'st thou for God elsewhere? His face thou'lt never see.

Go out, God will go in; Die thou, and let him live; Be not, and he will be; Wait, and he'll all things give.

I don't believe in death. If hour by hour I die, 'Tis hour by hour to gain A better life thereby.

—Angelus Silesius, A. D. 1620.

The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileged beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.

—Edward Young.

Life-embarked, out at sea, 'mid the wave-tumbling roar, The poor ship of my body went down to the floor; But I broke, at the bottom of death, through a door, And, from sinking, began for ever to soar.

—From the Persian.

Truths that wake to perish never; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavor, Nor man, nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither; Can in a moment travel thither And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.

—William Wordsworth.



APPENDIX

MISCELLANEOUS SELECTIONS

BE STRONG![1]

Be strong! We are not here to play, to dream, to drift, We have hard work to do, and loads to lift. Shun not the struggle, face it, 'tis God's gift.

Be strong! Say not the days are evil—who's to blame? And fold the hands and acquiesce—O shame! Stand up, speak out, and bravely, in God's name.

Be strong! It matters not how deep intrenched the wrong, How hard the battle goes, the day, how long; Faint not, fight on! To-morrow comes the song.

—Maltbie D. Babcock.

NOT TO BE MINISTERED UNTO

O Lord, I pray That for this day I may not swerve By foot or hand From thy command, Not to be served, but to serve.

This, too, I pray, That for this day No love of ease Nor pride prevent My good intent, Not to be pleased, but to please.

And if I may I'd have this day Strength from above To set my heart In heavenly art, Not to be loved, but to love.

—Maltbie D. Babcock.

COMPANIONSHIP

No distant Lord have I, Loving afar to be; Made flesh for me, he cannot rest Unless he rests in me.

Brother in joy and pain, Bone of my bone was he, Now—intimacy closer still, He dwells himself in me.

I need not journey far This dearest Friend to see; Companionship is always mine, He makes his home with me.

I envy not the twelve, Nearer to me is he; The life he once lived here on earth He lives again in me.

Ascended now to God, My witness there to be, His witness here am I, because His Spirit dwells in me.

O glorious Son of God, Incarnate Deity, I shall forever be with thee Because thou art with me.

—Maltbie D. Babcock.

"WHAT SHALL IT PROFIT?"

If I lay waste and wither up with doubt The blessed fields of heaven where once my faith Possessed itself serenely safe from death; If I deny the things past finding out; Or if I orphan my own soul of One That seemed a Father, and make void the place Within me where He dwelt in power and grace, What do I gain that am myself undone?

—William Dean Howells.

[Footnote 1: The poems by the Rev. Maltbie D. Babcock on this and the following page are reprinted, by special permission, from "Thoughts for Every Day Living," copyright, 1901, by Charles Scribner's Sons.]

EMANCIPATION

Why be afraid of Death as though your life were breath! Death but anoints your eyes with clay. O glad surprise!

Why should you be forlorn? Death only husks the corn. Why should you fear to meet the thresher of the wheat?

Is sleep a thing to dread? Yet sleeping, you are dead Till you awake and rise, here, or beyond the skies.

Why should it be a wrench to leave your wooden bench, Why not with happy shout run home when school is out?

The dear ones left behind! O foolish one and blind. A day—and you will meet,—a night—and you will greet!

This is the death of Death, to breathe away a breath And know the end of strife, and taste the deathless life,

And joy without a fear, and smile without a tear, And work, nor care nor rest, and find the last the best.

—Maltbie D. Babcock.

SCHOOL DAYS

Lord, let me make this rule: To think of life as school, And try my best To stand each test, And do my work And nothing shirk.

Should some one else outshine This dullard head of mine, Should I be sad? I will be glad. To do my best Is thy behest.

If weary with my book I cast a wistful look Where posies grow, Oh, let me know That flowers within Are best to win.

Dost take my book away Anon to let me play, And let me out To run about? I grateful bless Thee for recess.

Then recess past, alack, I turn me slowly back, On my hard bench, My hands to clench, And set my heart To learn my part.

These lessons thou dost give To teach me how to live, To do, to bear, To get and share, To work and pray And trust alway.

What though I may not ask To choose my daily task, Thou hast decreed To meet my need. What pleases thee That shall please me.

Some day the bell will sound, Some day my heart will bound, As with a shout, That school is out, And, lessons done, I homeward run.

—Maltbie D. Babcock.

CATHOLIC LOVE

Weary of all this wordy strife, These notions, forms, and modes, and names, To Thee, the Way, the Truth, the Life, Whose love my simple heart inflames, Divinely taught, at last I fly, With Thee, and Thine, to live and die.

Redeemed by Thine almighty grace, I taste my glorious liberty, With open arms the world embrace, But cleave to those who cleave to Thee; But only in thy saints delight, Who walk with God in purest white.

My brethren, friends, and kinsmen these, Who do my heavenly Father's will; Who aim at perfect holiness, And all Thy counsels to fulfill, Athirst to be whate'er Thou art And love their God with all their heart.

—Charles Wesley.

WHAT MATTER

What matter, friend, though you and I May sow and others gather? We build and others occupy, Each laboring for the other? What though we toil from sun to sun, And men forget to flatter The noblest work our hands have done— If God approves, what matter?

What matter, though we sow in tears, And crops fail at the reaping? What though the fruit of patient years Fast perish in our keeping? Upon our hoarded treasures, floods Arise, and tempests scatter— If faith beholds, beyond the clouds, A clearer sky, what matter?

What matter, though our castles fall, And disappear while building; Though "strange handwritings on the wall" Flame out amid the gilding? Though every idol of the heart The hand of death may shatter, Though hopes decay and friends depart, If heaven be ours, what matter?

—H. W. Teller.

JOHN WESLEY

In those clear, piercing, piteous eyes behold The very soul that over England flamed! Deep, pure, intense; consuming shame and ill; Convicting men of sin; making faith live; And,—this the mightiest miracle of all,— Creating God again in human hearts.

What courage of the flesh and of the spirit! How grim of wit, when wit alone might serve! What wisdom his to know the boundless might Of banded effort in a world like ours! How meek, how self-forgetful, courteous, calm! A silent figure when men idly raged In murderous anger; calm, too, in the storm,— Storm of the spirit, strangely imminent, When spiritual lightnings struck men down And brought, by violence, the sense of sin, And violently oped the gates of peace.

O hear that voice, which rang from dawn to night, In church and abbey whose most ancient walls Not for a thousand years such accents knew! On windy hilltops; by the roaring sea; 'Mid tombs, in market-places, prisons, fields; 'Mid clamor, vile attack,—or deep-awed hush, Wherein celestial visitants drew near And secret ministered to troubled souls!

Hear ye, O hear! that ceaseless-pleading voice, Which storm, nor suffering, nor age could still— Chief prophet voice through nigh a century's span! Now silvery as Zion's dove that mourns, Now quelling as the Archangel's judgment trump, And ever with a sound like that of old Which, in the desert, shook the wandering tribes, Or, round about storied Jerusalem, Or by Gennesaret, or Jordan, spake The words of life.

Let not that image fade Ever, O God! from out the minds of men, Of him thy messenger and stainless priest, In a brute, sodden, and unfaithful time, Early and late, o'er land and sea, on-driven; In youth, in eager manhood, age extreme,— Driven on forever, back and forth the world, By that divine, omnipotent desire— The hunger and the passion for men's souls!

—Richard Watson Gilder.

"WITH WHOM IS NO VARIABLENESS"

It fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so: That, howsoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip, Thou dost not fall.

—Arthur Hugh Clough.

HER GLADNESS

My darling went Unto the seaside long ago. Content I stayed at home, for O, I was so glad Of all the little outings that she had! I knew she needed rest. I loved to stay At home a while that she might go away. "How beautiful the sea! How she enjoys The music of the waves! No care annoys Her pleasures," thought I; "O, it is so good That she can rest a while. I wish she could Stay till the autumn leaves are turning red." "Stay longer, sister," all my letters said. "If you are growing stronger every day, I am so very glad to have you stay."

My darling went To heaven long ago. Am I content To stay at home? Why can I not be glad Of all the glories that she there has had? She needed change. Why am I loath to stay And do her work and let her go away? The land is lovely where her feet have been; Why do I not rejoice that she has seen Its beauties first? That she will show to me The City Beautiful? Is it so hard to be Happy that she is happy? Hard to know She learns so much each day that helps her so? Why can I not each night and morning say, "I am so glad that she is glad to-day?"

"OUT OF REACH"

You think them "out of reach," your dead? Nay, by my own dead, I deny Your "out of reach."—Be comforted; 'Tis not so far to die.

O by their dear remembered smiles, And outheld hands and welcoming speech, They wait for us, thousands of miles This side of "out of reach."

—James Whitcomb Riley.

SORROWFUL, YET REJOICING

I lift my head and walk my ways Before the world without a tear, And bravely unto those I meet I smile a message of good cheer; I give my lips to laugh and song, And somehow get me through each day; But, oh, the tremble in my heart Since she has gone away!

Her feet had known the stinging thorns, Her eyes the blistering tears; Bent were her shoulders with the weight And sorrow of the years; The lines were deep upon her brow, Her hair was thin and gray; And, oh, the tremble in my heart Since she has gone away!

I am not sorry; I am glad; I would not have her here again; God gave her strength life's bitter cup Unto the bitterest dreg to drain; I will not have less strength than she, I proudly tread my stony way; But, oh, the tremble in my heart Since she has gone away!

IN THE HOSPITAL

I lay me down to sleep With little thought or care Whether my waking find Me here or there.

A bowing, burdened head, That only asks to rest, Unquestioning, upon A loving breast.

My good right hand forgets Its cunning now; To march the weary march I know not how.

I am not eager, bold, Nor strong—all that is past; I'm ready not to do At last, at last.

My half-day's work is done, And this is all my part; I give a patient God My patient heart,

And grasp his banner still, Though all its blue be dim; These stripes, no less than stars, Lead after Him.

—M. W. Howland.

FATHER OF MERCIES

Father of mercies, thy children have wandered Far from thy bosom, their home; Most of their portion of goods they have squandered; Farther and farther they roam.

We are thy children, and we have departed To the lone country afar, We would arise, we come back broken-hearted; Take us back just as we are.

Not for the ring or the robe we entreat thee, Nor for high place at the feast; Only to see thee, to touch thee, to greet thee, Ranked with the last and the least.

But for thy mercy we dare not accost thee, But for thy Son who has come Seeking his brothers who left thee and lost thee, Seeking to gather them home.

Father of mercies, thy holiness awes us; Yet thou dost wait to receive! Jesus, the light of thy countenance charms us, Father of him, we believe.

Back in the home of thy heart, may we labor Others to bring from the wild, Counting each creature that needs us our neighbor, Claiming each soul as thy child.

—Robert F. Horton.

ANGELS

How shall we tell an angel From another guest? How, from common worldly herd, One of the blest?

Hint of suppressed halo, Rustle of hidden wings, Wafture of heavenly frankincense— Which of these things?

The old Sphinx smiles so subtly: "I give no golden rule— Yet would I warn thee, World: treat well Whom thou call'st fool."

—Gertrude Hall.

HIS PILGRIMAGE

Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.

Blood must be my body's balmer; No other balm will there be given; Whilst my soul, like quiet palmer, Traveleth toward the land of heaven; Over the silver mountains, Where spring the nectar fountains, There will I kiss The bowl of bliss, And drink mine everlasting fill Upon every milken hill. My soul will be a-dry before; But after, it will thirst no more.

Then by that happy, blissful day, More peaceful pilgrims I shall see, That have cast off their rags of clay, And walk appareled fresh like me. I'll take them first To quench their thirst And taste of nectar suckets, At those clear wells Where sweetness dwells, Drawn up by saints in crystal buckets.

—Sir Walter Raleigh.

OUR WORDS

O Sentinel at the loose-swung door of my impetuous lips, Guard close to-day! Make sure no word unjust or cruel slips In anger forth, by folly spurred or armed with envy's whips; Keep clear the way to-day.

And Watchman on the cliff-scarred heights that lead from heart to mind, When wolf-thoughts clothed in guile's soft fleece creep up, O be not blind! But may they pass whose foreheads bear the glowing seal-word, "kind"; Bid them Godspeed, I pray.

And Warden of my soul's stained house, where love and hate are born, O make it clean, if swept must be with pain's rough broom of thorn! And quiet impose, so straining ears with world-din racked and torn, May catch what God doth say.

A GOOD MAN

A good man never dies— In worthy deed and prayer, And helpful hands, and honest eyes, If smiles or tears be there; Who lives for you and me— Lives for the world he tries To help—he lives eternally. A good man never dies.

Who lives to bravely take His share of toil and stress, And, for his weaker fellows' sake Makes every burden less— He may, at last, seem worn— Lie fallen—hands and eyes Folded—yet, though we mourn and mourn, A good man never dies.

—James Whitcomb Riley.

THE IMMANENT GOD

EACH IN HIS OWN TONGUE

A fire-mist and a planet, A crystal and a cell, A jellyfish and a saurian, And caves where the cavemen dwell; Then a sense of law and beauty, And a face turned from the clod— Some call it Evolution And others call it God.

A haze on the far horizon, The infinite, tender sky, The ripe, rich tint of the cornfields, And the wild geese sailing high— And all over upland and lowland The charm of the golden rod— Some of us call it Autumn, And others call it God.

Like tides on a crescent sea beach, When the moon is new and thin, Into our hearts high yearnings Come welling and surging in— Come from the mystic ocean, Whose rim no foot has trod— Some of us call it Longing, And others call it God.

A picket frozen on duty— A mother starved for her brood— Socrates drinking the hemlock, And Jesus on the rood; And millions who, humble and nameless, The straight, hard pathway trod— Some call it Consecration, And others call it God.

—William Herbert Carruth.

THE HIGHER FELLOWSHIP

Do you go to my school? Yes, you go to my school, And we've learned the big lesson—Be strong! And to front the loud noise With a spirit of poise, And drown down the noise with a song. We have spelled the first line in the Primer of Fate; We have spelled it, and dare not to shirk— For its first and its greatest commandment to men Is "Work, and rejoice in your work." Who is learned in this Primer will not be a fool— You are one of my classmates. You go to my school.

You belong to my club? Yes, you're one of my club, And this is our program and plan: To each do his part To look into the heart And get at the good that's in man. Detectives of virtue and spies of the good And sleuth-hounds of righteousness we. Look out there, my brother! we're hot on your trail, We'll find out how good you can be. We would drive from our hearts the snake, tiger, and cub; We're the Lodge of the Lovers. You're one of my club.

You belong to my church? Yes, you go to my church— Our names on the same old church roll— The tide-waves of God We believe are abroad And flow into the creeks of each soul. And the vessel we sail on is strong as the sea That buffets and blows it about; For the sea is God's sea as the ship is God's ship, So we know not the meaning of doubt; And we know howsoever the vessel may lurch We've a Pilot to trust in. You go to my church.

—Sam Walter Foss.

Never elated while one man's oppressed; Never dejected while another's blessed.

—Alexander Pope.

THE OTHER FELLOW'S JOB

There's a craze among us mortals that is cruel hard to name; Wheresoe'er you find a human you will find the case the same; You may seek among the worst of men or seek among the best, And you'll find that every person is precisely like the rest: Each believes his real calling is along some other line Than the one at which he's working—take, for instance, yours and mine. From the meanest "me-too" creature to the leader of the mob, There's a universal craving for "the other fellow's job."

There are millions of positions in the busy world to-day, Each a drudge to him who holds it, but to him who doesn't, play; Every farmer's broken-hearted that in youth he missed his call, While that same unhappy farmer is the envy of us all. Any task you care to mention seems a vastly better lot Than the one especial something which you happen to have got. There's but one sure way to smother Envy's heartache and her sob: Keep too busy at your own to want "the other fellow's job."

—Strickland W. Gilliland.

THE SCORN OF JOB

"If I have eaten my morsel alone," The patriarch spoke in scorn. What would he think of the Church were he shown Heathendom—huge, forlorn, Godless, Christless, with soul unfed, While the Church's ailment is fullness of bread, Eating her morsel alone?

"Freely as ye have received, so give," He bade who hath given us all. How shall the soul in us longer live Deaf to their starving call, For whom the blood of the Lord was shed, And his body broken to give them bread, If we eat our morsel alone?

—Archbishop Alexander.

GREATNESS

What makes a man great? Is it houses and lands? Is it argosies dropping their wealth at his feet? Is it multitudes shouting his name in the street? Is it power of brain? Is it skill of hand? Is it writing a book? Is it guiding the State? Nay, nay, none of these can make a man great.

The crystal burns cold with its beautiful fire, And is what it is; it can never be more; The acorn, with something wrapped warm at the core, In quietness says, "To the oak I aspire." That something in seed and in tree is the same— What makes a man great is his greatness of aim.

What is greatness of aim? Your purpose to trim For bringing the world to obey your behest? O no, it is seeking God's perfect and best, Making something the same both in you and in him. Love what he loves, and, child of the sod, Already you share in the greatness of God.

—Samuel V. Cole.

A SAFE FIRM

When the other firms show dizziness Here's a house that does not share it. Wouldn't you like to join the business? Join the firm of Grin and Barrett? Give your strength that does not murmur, And your nerve that does not falter, And you've joined a house that's firmer Than the old rock of Gibraltar. They have won a good prosperity; Why not join the firm and share it? Step, young fellow, with celerity; Join the firm of Grin and Barrett. Grin and Barrett, Who can scare it? Scare the firm of Grin and Barrett?

—Sam Walter Foss.

JOHN MILTON

Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altars, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men. O! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.

—William Wordsworth.

SUMMUM BONUM

For radiant health I praise not when I pray, Nor for routine of toil well-pleasing every way, Though these gifts, Lord, more priceless grow each day.

Not for congenial comrades, garnered store Of worldly wealth, nor vision that sees o'er Such sordid mass, mind's plumed eagles soar.

Not even, Lord, for love that eases stress Of storm, contention, hope's unconquerableness, Nor faith's abiding peace, nor works that bless.

But this, dear Lord, stir inner depths divine, That day by day, though slowly! line on line My will begins—begins—to merge in thine.

—Charles L. Story.

THE AIM

O Thou who lovest not alone The swift success, the instant goal, But hast a lenient eye to mark The failures of the inconstant soul,

Consider not my little worth— The mean achievement, scamped in act— The high resolve and low result, The dream that durst not face the fact.

But count the reach of my desire— Let this be something in thy sight; I have not, in the slothful dark, Forgot the vision and the height.

Neither my body nor my soul To earth's low ease will yield consent. I praise thee for the will to strive; I bless thy goad and discontent.

—Charles G. D. Roberts.

SAY SOMETHING GOOD

When over the fair fame of friend or foe The shadow of disgrace shall fall, instead Of words of blame or proof of thus and so, Let something good be said!

Forget not that no fellow-being yet May fall so low but love may lift his head; Even the cheek of shame with tears is wet, If something good be said.

No generous heart may vainly turn aside In ways of sympathy; no soul so dead But may awaken, strong and glorified, If something good be said.

And so I charge ye, by the thorny crown, And by the cross on which the Saviour bled, And by your own soul's hope of fair renown, Let something good be said!

—James Whitcomb Riley.

WHEN TO BE HAPPY

Why do we cling to the skirts of sorrow? Why do we cloud with care the brow? Why do we wait for a glad to-morrow— Why not gladden the precious Now? Eden is yours! Would you dwell within it? Change men's grief to a gracious smile, And thus have heaven here this minute And not far-off in the afterwhile.

Life, at most, is a fleeting bubble, Gone with the puff of an angel's breath. Why should the dim hereafter trouble Souls this side of the gates of death? The crown is yours! Would you care to win it? Plant a song in the hearts that sigh, And thus have heaven here this minute And not far-off in the by-and-by.

Find the soul's high place of beauty, Not in a man-made book of creeds, But where desire ennobles duty And life is full of your kindly deeds. The bliss is yours! Would you fain begin it? Pave with love each golden mile, And thus have heaven here this minute And not far-off in the afterwhile.

—Nixon Waterman.

Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's.

—William Shakespeare.

Sweet are the uses of adversity; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything.

—William Shakespeare.

WORSHIP

But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced choir below, In service high, and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.

—John Milton.

Give us men! Strong and stalwart ones: Men whom highest hope inspires, Men whom purest honor fires, Men who trample Self beneath them, Men who make their country wreathe them As her noble sons, Worthy of their sires, Men who never shame their mothers, Men who never fail their brothers; True, however false are others: Give us Men—I say again, Give us Men!

—Bishop of Exeter.

I will not doubt though all my ships at sea Come drifting home with broken masts and sails, I will believe the Hand which never fails, From seeming evil worketh good for me; And though I weep because those sails are tattered, Still will I cry, while my best hopes lie shattered, "I trust in Thee."

The wounds I might have healed, The human sorrow and smart! And yet it never was in my soul To play so ill a part. But evil is wrought by want of thought As well as want of heart.

—Thomas Hood.

DON'T FEAR—GOD'S NEAR!

Feel glum? Keep mum. Don't grumble. Be humble. Trials cling? Just sing. Can't sing? Just cling. Don't fear—God's near! Money goes—He knows. Honor left—Not bereft. Don't rust—Work! Trust!

—Ernest Bourner Allen.

A rose to the living is more Than sumptuous wreaths to the dead; In filling love's infinite store, A rose to the living is more, If graciously given before The hungering spirit is fled— A rose to the living is more Than sumptuous wreaths to the dead.

—Nixon Waterman.

Canst thou see no beauty nigh? Cure thy dull, distempered eye. Canst thou no sweet music hear? Tune thy sad, discordant ear. Earth has beauty everywhere If the eye that sees is fair. Earth has music to delight If the ear is tuned aright.

—Nixon Waterman.

Anew we pledge ourselves to Thee, To follow where thy Truth shall lead; Afloat upon its boundless sea, Who sails with God is safe indeed.

O, though oft depressed and lonely All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died.

It was only a glad "Good morning," As she passed along the way; But it spread the morning's glory Over the livelong day.

For the right against the wrong, For the weak against the strong, For the poor who've waited long, For the brighter age to be.

RECOMPENSE

The gifts that to our breasts we fold Are brightened by our losses. The sweetest joys a heart can hold Grow up between its crosses. And on life's pathway many a mile Is made more glad and cheery, Because, for just a little while, The way seemed dark and dreary.

—Nixon Waterman.

Wherever now a sorrow stands, 'Tis mine to heal His nail-torn hands. In every lonely lane and street, 'Tis mine to wash His wounded feet— 'Tis mine to roll away the stone And warm His heart against my own. Here, here on earth I find it all— The young archangels, white and tall, The Golden City and the doors, And all the shining of the floors!

I sent my soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell; And by and by my soul returned to me, And answered, "I myself am Heaven and Hell."

—Omar Khayyam.

Count that day really worse than lost You might have made divine, Through which you scattered lots of frost And ne'er a speck of shine.

—Nixon Waterman.

O, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west, And I smiled to think God's greatness flowed around our incompleteness, Round our restlessness, His rest.

—Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

If by one word I help another, A struggling and despairing brother, Or ease one bed of pain; If I but aid some sad one weeping, Or comfort one, lone vigil keeping, I have not lived in vain.



INDEX TO AUTHORS

Adams, Sarah F., 214.

Addison, Joseph, 251, 266.

Aeschylus, 94.

Akers, Elizabeth, 101.

Albert of Brandenburg, 216.

Alcott, L. M., 25.

Aldrich, Anne R., 155.

Aldrich, Thomas B., 146.

Alexander, Archbishop, 284.

Alexander, Cecil Frances, 36, 249.

Alford, Henry, 17, 187.

Alger, William R., 114, 130, 207, 227.

Allen, Ernest B., 287.

Allen, Freda H., 92.

Ames, Charles G., 121, 276.

Anstice, Joseph, 195.

Arabic, from the, 112, 130, 157, 218, 218.

Archilochos, 92.

Arnold, Edwin, 30, 34, 47, 112, 177, 183, 232, 266.

Arnold, Matthew, 1, 7, 12, 93, 234, 266.

Atkinson, Mary E., 125.

Austin, Alfred, 112, 253.

Babcock, Maltbie D., 278, 278, 278, 279, 279.

Bailey, Philip J., 186, 264.

Baillie, Joanna, 17.

Baker, Henry W., 247.

Banks, George L., 250.

Barbauld, Anna L., 276.

Barker, Noah, 33.

Barr, Lillian E., 210.

Barry, Michael J., 12.

Bathurst, William H., 180.

Baxter, Richard, 79, 87, 106.

Beattie, James, 99.

Beatty, Pakenham, 22.

Bernard of Clairvaux, 235, 236.

Bethune, George W., 272.

Bickersteth, Edward H., 90.

Blake, William, 263.

Bliss, Philip Paul, 120.

Bode, John E., 247.

Bolton, Sarah K., 1, 35, 37, 48, 63, 73, 77, 105, 111, 178, 199, 256.

Bonar, Horatius, 26, 43, 83, 90, 91, 93, 101, 151, 153, 254, 260.

Borthwick, J., 212.

Bradley, Helen, 242.

Brainard, Mary G., 192.

Bridges, Madeline S., 257.

Bridges, Robert, 100.

Bronte, Emily, 21, 23.

Brooke, Stopford A., 261.

Brooks, Charles T., 60, 142.

Brooks, Phillips, 137.

Brown, Brownlee, 271.

Browning, Elizabeth Barrett, 64, 65, 93, 114, 127, 158, 161, 231, 262, 269, 287.

Browning, Ophelia G., 124, 213.

Browning, Robert, 3, 16, 21, 21, 25, 31, 33, 34, 39, 40, 40, 40, 40, 40, 64, 120, 148, 162, 176, 182, 183, 208, 208, 214, 232, 264, 264, 266, 268, 268, 269, 270.

Bryant, William C., 14, 76, 265.

Buckham, James, 54, 87.

Bunyan, John, 96.

Burgess, Frank G., 181.

Burleigh, George S., 127.

Burleigh, William H., 196.

Burns, James D., 228.

Burns, Robert, 24, 68, 102, 263.

Burr, William N., 60.

Burroughs, John, 171.

Burton, Henry, 84, 171, 221, 238.

Burton, John, 126.

Butler, Mary, 117.

Butts, Mary F., 198.

Byrd, William, 104.

Byrom, John, 106.

Byron, George Gordon, 1, 38, 122.

Carlyle, Thomas, 255.

Carruth, William H., 283.

Cary, Alice, 38, 146.

Caswall, Edward, 87, 235.

Chadwick, John W., 210, 275.

Charles, Elizabeth R., 72, 172.

Cheney, John Vance, 27, 111, 113, 113, 274, 276.

Clark, Luella, 125.

Clarke, James Freeman, 38, 69, 73, 130, 203, 218, 220, 263.

Clough, Arthur Hugh, 172, 280.

Cole, Samuel V., 284.

Coleridge, Hartley, 124, 184.

Coleridge, Samuel T., 33, 130.

Colesworthy, D. C., 8, 19.

Conder, Josiah, 112.

Cook, Eliza, 102, 253.

Cook, Mary Ann W., 110, 183.

Cooke, Edmund Vance, 5.

Cooke, Rose Terry, 52.

Coolidge, Susan, 47, 131, 174, 214, 229, 263.

Coppee, Francois, 43.

Corneille, Pierre, 121.

Cotton, 198.

Cousin, Annie R., 274.

Cowper, William, 98, 108, 126, 159, 193, 203, 223, 266.

Coxe, Arthur Cleveland, 18, 239.

Coyle, Henry, 34, 144.

Craik, Dinah M. M., 13, 48, 142, 165, 273, 273.

Cranch, Christopher P., 25, 85, 256, 265.

Crashaw, Richard, 133.

Crewdson, Jane, 140.

Crosby, Ernest, 2.

Custis, Gertrude B., 196.

Cutler, William, 45.

Dandridge, Danske, 277.

Daniel, Samuel, 13.

Davies, John, 139.

Davies, William, 262.

Davis, Thomas, 260.

Deems, Charles F., 188, 194.

Denny, Edward, 241.

Dessler, Wolfgang C., 237.

De Vere, Aubrey T., 159.

Dewart, Edward H., 12, 42.

Dickenga, I. E., 259.

Dickinson, Mary Lowe, 186, 254.

Doddridge, Philip, 205, 249, 261.

Dorr, Julia C. R., 54, 98.

Duffield, Samuel W., 128.

Dryden, John, 262, 266.

Dwight, John S., 92.

Dyer, Edward, 104.

Egerton, J. A., 77.

Eliot, George, 51.

Elliott, Charlotte, 124, 207, 213.

Elliott, Ebenezer, 75.

Elwood, Thomas, 118.

Emerson, Ralph Waldo, 3, 6, 7, 11, 13, 20, 27, 32, 49, 106, 220, 263.

Exeter, Bishop of, 286.

Faber, F. W., 69, 101, 119, 119, 128, 141, 155, 165, 171, 181, 186, 207, 209, 223, 224, 225, 231, 234, 237, 242.

Farningham, Marianne, 6.

Farrar, F. W., 167.

Fawcett, Edgar, 8.

Felkin, Ellen T. F., 148.

Fleming, Paul, 88, 198.

Fletcher, Julia A., 69.

Ford, C. L., 240.

Foss, Sam Walter, 66, 95, 283, 284.

Freckleton, Thomas W., 61.

Fuller, B. A. G., 171.

Gammons, Susan E., 256.

Gannett, William C., 229, 266.

Gaskell, Eliza C., 190, 195.

Gay, John, 40.

Gedicke, L., 201.

Gellert, Christian F., 194.

Gerhardt, Paul, 172, 193, 215, 220.

German, from the, 104, 160, 218, 249.

Gibbs, Sarah A., 45.

Gilder, R. W., 18, 26, 26, 33, 141, 156, 168, 244, 263, 280.

Gilliland, Strickland W., 284.

Gilmore, James Roberts, 261.

Gladden, Washington, 131.

Goethe, Johann W. von, 45, 76, 115, 208, 250, 255.

Goode, J. B., 161.

Goode, Kate T., 34.

Grannis, G. M., 60.

Gray, George Z., 110.

Greek, from the, 92, 94, 129, 263.

Green, Frances L., 9.

Greg, Samuel, 181.

Grosart, Alexander B., 118.

Guyon, Madame, 82, 82, 87, 104, 131, 186.

Hafiz, 65.

Hagenbach, Charles R., 187.

Hale, E. E., 176.

Hall, Gertrude, 282.

Hamilton, 102.

Hamilton, Anna E., 185, 246.

Harding, Edward, 196.

Harte, Francis Bret, 211.

Hatch, Edwin, 121.

Havergal, Frances R., 81, 82, 85, 90, 109, 138, 153, 204, 215.

Hawes, Annie M. L., 37.

Hawks, Annie S., 224.

Hay, John, 23, 25, 47, 217.

Hay, William, 92.

Heber, Reginald, 5.

Hebrew, from the, 277.

Hedge, Frederick H., 16.

Henley, William Ernest, 23.

Herbert, George, 21, 64, 94, 97, 111, 203, 219, 223, 227, 228, 241, 242.

Herder, Johann G. von, 203.

Herford, Oliver, 262.

Herrick, Robert, 98, 186.

Higginson, Thomas W., 107.

Hill, Aaron, 21.

Hodgkins, Louise M., 80, 179.

Holland, J. G., 22, 115, 162.

Holm, Saxe, 97.

Holmes, Oliver W., 20, 116, 168, 221, 268.

Homer, 129.

Hood, Thomas, 286.

Hooper, Ellen S., 49.

Horace, 262.

Horton, Robert F., 282.

Hosmer, Frederick L., 44, 157, 207, 226, 231.

Hovey, Richard, 148.

Howe, Martha P., 70.

Howells, W. D., 140, 278.

Howland, M. W., 281.

Huckel, Oliver, 144.

Hughes, Thomas, 81.

Hugo, Victor, 176, 198.

Ingalls, John J., 261.

Ingelow, Jean, 37, 39, 187.

Jackson, Helen Hunt, 95, 163.

Japanese, from the, 155.

Johnson, Dr. Samuel, 134, 266.

Johnson, Samuel, 97, 149.

Judson, Adoniram, 18.

Keble, John, 26, 67, 113, 180, 231, 232.

Kemble, Frances Anne, 198.

Ken, Thomas, 102.

Key, Francis Scott, 247.

Khayyam, Omar, 253, 287.

Kimball, Harriet McEwen, 163, 231.

Kingsley, Charles, 30.

Kinney, L., 269.

Kipling, Rudyard, 39, 96.

Kiser, Samuel E., 140.

Knowles, Frederic Lawrence, 18, 117, 166, 197, 222, 274, 275.

Langbridge, F., 86.

Lansdowne, Henry P. F., 103.

Larcom, Lucy, 74, 161.

Latin, from the, 262, 266.

Legge, Arthur E. J., 30.

Leighton, Robert, 48, 232.

Littlewood, W. E., 235.

Lloyd, William F., 189.

Logau, Friedrich von, 81.

Longfellow, Henry W., 2, 12, 27, 27, 35, 39, 39, 42, 47, 76, 77, 93, 102, 114, 114, 132, 141, 149, 162, 164, 169, 213, 218, 220, 251, 266, 274.

Longfellow, Samuel, 167, 178.

Longstaff, W. D., 136.

Lovelace, Richard, 24.

Lowell, James R., 4, 13, 17, 18, 21, 21, 26, 27, 35, 35, 38, 39, 40, 40, 48, 49, 62, 65, 65, 93, 107, 119, 161, 161, 161, 165, 167, 171, 186, 208, 220, 231.

Loyola, Ignatius, 87.

Luff, William, 180.

Luther, Martin, 6, 16.

Lynch, Thomas T., 158.

Lyon, Ernest N., 31.

Lyra Catholica, 95.

Lyte, Henry F., 83, 190, 192.

Lytton, Edward Bulwer, 27, 28, 234.

Macdonald, George, 58, 63, 99, 107, 117, 125, 159, 199, 211, 219, 219, 220, 220, 230, 230, 253.

Mackay, Charles, 7, 24, 51, 74, 78, 109, 212, 267.

MacLaughlin, Bessie Pegg, 218.

Macleod, Norman, 18.

Malan, A. H. C., 272.

Malone, Walter, 259.

March, Daniel, 61.

Markham, Edwin, 39.

Martin, Edward S., 11, 70, 168.

Marvin, Frederic Rowland, 65, 68, 87, 94, 94, 129, 155, 169, 169, 186, 208, 220, 274, 277, 279.

Mason, Caroline Atherton, 50, 53, 80, 108, 159, 219, 226.

Mason, Mary J., 86.

Massey, Gerald, 48, 153, 166, 170.

Matheson, George, 234.

Maxfield, J. J., 179.

Mayer, R. F., 194.

McCreery, J. C., 270.

Meredith, George, 65.

Messenger, John A., 6.

Metastasio, Pietro, 114.

Miller, Joaquin, 5, 13.

Milman, Constance, 137.

Milnes, Moncton, 218.

Milton, John, 175, 259, 286.

Monod, Theodore, 85, 118.

Monsell, John S. B., 159, 244.

Montgomery, James, 127, 134, 262.

Moore, Thomas, 86, 100, 118, 155.

More, Hannah, 137.

Morris, Lewis, 21.

Morse, Sydney H., 12.

Moulton, Louise C., 134, 271.

Mudge, James, 144, 206, 208, 209, 224, 228, 232, 249, 258, 270.

Muleykeh, 72.

Mulholland, Rosa, 120.

Murray, Charlotte, 183.

Neumarck, George, 189.

Newell, William, 143.

Newman, John H., 15, 64, 86, 100, 181.

Newton, John, 91, 151, 184, 185, 235, 249.

Noble, L. Gray, 55.

Norris, Alfred, 98.

North, Frank Mason, 76, 248.

Novalis, 238.

Oberlin, Jean F., 82.

Offord, Robert M., 71, 121.

O'Reilly, John Boyle, 21, 37, 40, 44, 78, 78, 92, 122, 132, 163, 265.

Osgood, Frances S., 65.

Ovid, 266.

Palfrey, Sara H., 78.

Palmer, Ray, 236, 245.

Parker, John, 208.

Peabody, Josephine P., 176.

Pearce, 158.

Persian, from the, 27, 34, 38, 40, 40, 65, 72, 73, 94, 94, 99, 109, 114, 122, 130, 142, 147, 166, 207, 220, 227, 231, 232, 253, 263, 266, 266, 266, 266, 267, 277.

Pigott, Jean Sophia, 210.

Pomfret, John, 162.

Pope, Alexander, 32, 36, 39, 40, 73, 123, 225, 283.

Pratt, Agnes L., 161.

Preston, Margaret J., 248, 271.

Procter, Adelaide Anne, 29, 32, 39, 68, 140, 156, 192.

Proctor, Edna Dean, 11.

Quarles, Francis, 17, 65, 85, 137, 159.

Raleigh, Sir Walter, 282.

Ray, Maude L., 51.

Reese, Lizette W., 13.

Richardson, Charles F., 125, 163.

Riley, James W., 38, 102, 105, 167, 216, 264, 281, 283, 285.

Roberts, Charles G. D., 232, 285.

Robertson, William, 174.

Robinson, Annie D., 103.

Rodigast, S., 188.

Rogers, Samuel, 162.

Romanes, George J., 265.

Rossetti, Christina G., 39, 272.

Rueckert, Friedrich, 148.

Russell, W. D., 122.

Ryan, Abram J., 32, 35, 133.

Ryland, John, 195.

Saadi, 73, 94, 220.

Salmon, Arthur L., 61.

Sangster, Margaret E., 111, 143, 145, 229, 251.

Sanskrit, from the, 47, 94, 177, 183.

Savage, Minot J., 10.

Scandinavian, from the, 68, 208.

Schauffler, Robert H., 198.

Scheffler, Johann A., 87, 87, 169, 169, 186, 222, 274.

Schiller, Johann C. F., 27, 29, 175, 263.

Schmolke, Benjamin, 153, 212.

Schoener, S. C., 178.

Scudder, Eliza, 92, 164.

Seabury, J. D., 16.

Shairp, John C., 134.

Shakespeare, William, 27, 38, 39, 49, 94, 186, 206, 265, 286, 286.

Shekelnot, Mary, 239.

Sheridan, Richard B., 76.

Sherman, Frank D., 229.

Shipton, Anna, 252.

Shorey, L., 237.

Silesius, Angelus, 277.

Sill, Edward R., 2, 15, 127, 258, 261, 267, 272.

Simpson, Jane C., 135.

Smiley, Maurice, 264.

Smith, Alexander, 39.

Smith, Belle Eugenia, 67.

Smith, Elizabeth Oakes, 75.

Smith, Henry B., 117.

Smith, Mrs. Henry B., 62.

Smith, Horace, 254.

Smith, Lanta Wilson, 141.

Smith, May Louise Riley, 191.

Southwell, Robert, 105.

Spanish, from the, 114.

Spitta, Carl J. P., 190.

Stanton, Frank L., 171.

Stedman, Edmund C., 218.

Sterling, John, 65, 94, 151, 158, 259, 264, 265, 265.

Stetson, Charlotte Perkins, 9, 25.

Stevenson, Robert Louis, 151.

Stoddard, Richard H., 150.

Story, Charles L., 285.

Story, William M., 31.

Stowe, Harriet B., 88, 223.

Sturm, Julius, 157.

Swain, Charles, 175.

Taylor, George L., 19.

Taylor, Henry, 7.

Teller, H. W., 280.

Tennyson, Alfred, 11, 27, 27, 31, 32, 39, 40, 40, 46, 102, 122, 130, 135, 141, 152, 162, 162, 168, 169, 172, 180, 186, 186, 231, 232, 232, 266, 274.

Teresa, St., 114.

Thackeray, William M., 39.

Thaxter, Celia, 15.

Tholuck, Friedrich A. G., 218.

Thoreau, Henry D., 120.

Torrey, Bradford, 185.

Townsend, Mary E., 86.

Trench, Richard C., 46, 65, 94, 95, 102, 108, 113, 128, 129, 137, 137, 162, 164, 166, 167, 169, 169.

Troup, Josephine, 53.

Tubbs, Arthur L., 133.

Tucker, Mary F., 78.

Tupper, Martin F., 181.

Urchard, T., 112.

Van Dyke, Henry, 53, 76, 263.

Van Vliet, Alice, 30.

Very, Jones, 99, 226.

Wallace, James C., 129.

Ward, Elizabeth S. P., 276.

Waring, Anna L., 89, 90, 103, 116, 150, 151, 169, 177, 217.

Warner, Anna B., 81, 243.

Wasson, David A., 72.

Waterman, Nixon, 46, 69, 78, 114, 140, 148, 259, 261, 261, 264, 286, 287, 287, 287, 287.

Watson, Jean H., 132.

Watson, William, 39, 129.

Weldon, Charles, 33.

Wells, Amos R., 79, 120, 121, 221, 252, 253, 258.

Welsh, from the, 137.

Wesley, Charles, 37, 80, 81, 118, 121, 147, 161, 189, 232, 279.

Wesley, John, 87, 164.

Wetherald, Agnes E., 53.

White, H. Kirke, 211.

White, James W., 129.

White, John, 145.

Whitney, A. D. T., 204.

Whittier, John G., 1, 20, 33, 58, 64, 67, 68, 70, 78, 78, 88, 93, 97, 102, 102, 122, 141, 157, 161, 173, 174, 174, 175, 176, 177, 183, 185, 189, 191, 192, 196, 197, 197, 208, 208, 216, 232, 233, 264, 268, 271, 275.

Whittle, D. W., 206.

Wilberforce, Ernest R., 255.

Williams, Alice, 217.

Williams, Isaac, 193.

Williams, Sarah J., 230.

Williams, Theodore C., 71.

Wilton, R., 135.

Wither, George, 99.

Wolcott, Julia A., 57.

Wordsworth, William, 3, 41, 65, 65, 102, 268, 277, 285.

Wotton, Henry, 22.

Xavier, Francis, 240.

Yates, John H., 184.

Young, Edward, 40, 44, 147, 232, 255, 263.

Zinzendorf, Nicolaus L., 122.



INDEX TO TITLES

Abiding, 90.

Above All, The Shield, 178.

According to Thy Will, 214.

Acquiescence of Pure Love, The, 87.

Adoration, 131.

After All, 145.

Afterward, 276.

Allah's House, 229.

All for Jesus, 238.

All for the Best, 189.

All is Well, 196.

All is Yours, 194.

All Things in Jesus, 248.

All Things Work Good, 196.

All's for the Best, 181.

All's Well, 71.

Along the Way, 52.

Altered Motto, The, 118.

Although—Yet, 147.

Amen, 213.

Angels of Grief, 156.

Answer to Prayer, 137.

Anywhere with Jesus, 246.

Approaches, 219.

As a Bird in Meadows, 147.

As God Will, 217.

As He Wills, 214.

As it Was to Be, 211.

As Thou Wilt, 212.

At End, 271.

Athanasia, 276.

At Last, 270.

At Sunset, 251.

Battlefield, The, 14.

Battles, 13.

Be All at Rest, 91.

Be Always Giving, 56.

Be Careful for Nothing, 192.

Be Content, 111.

Be Just and Fear Not, 17.

Be Kind to Thyself, 168.

Be Never Discouraged, 19.

Be Not Weary, 180.

Be of Good Cheer, 146.

Be Still, 88.

Be True Thyself, 26.

Beautiful Things, 250.

Beauty of Holiness, The, 220.

Beggar's Revenge, The, 34.

Begone, Unbelief, 185.

Believe Good Things of God, 180.

Believer's Heritage, The, 206.

Best that I Can, The, 44.

Better than Gold, 32.

Better Things, 253.

Better Trust, 198.

Blessed Face, The, 245.

Blessed Lesson, A, 110.

Blessed Thought of God, 226.

Blessing, A, 78.

Blessing in Prayer, A, 125.

Blessing in Tears, A, 152.

Blessings Near at Hand, 111.

Blessings of Prayer, 126.

Blessings, The, 47.

Blest is the Faith Divine and Strong, 181.

Bravery, 18.

Breathe on Me, 121.

Bring Every Burden, 143.

Bringing Our Sheaves with Us, 101.

Broader Field, A, 57.

Brotherhood, 70.

Builder's Lesson, A, 259.

Builders, The, 251.

Building, 259.

Burial of Moses, The, 36.

By Doing Good We Live, 53.

Call of Jesus, The, 249.

Calm, 90.

Care Cast on God, 195.

Care Thou for Me, 200.

Cares and Days, 264.

Careless Content, 106.

Carpenter, The, 211.

Cast Thy Burden on the Lord, 207.

Celestial Surgeon, The, 151.

Chambered Nautilus, The, 116.

Charge, The, 1.

Charioteers, The, 79.

Charity Not Justice, 75.

Cheerful Old Age, 268.

Cheer Up, 174.

Cherubic Pilgrim, The, 222.

Choir Invisible, The, 51.

Choose for Us, God, 196.

Choose Thou, 83.

Chosen Few, The, 5.

Christ in the City, 76.

Christ Our Example, 238.

Christ's Sympathy, 234.

Clear Vision, The, 141.

Columbus, 5.

Come to Me, 230.

Come to Us, Lord, 231.

Commit Thy Way, 172.

Common Lot, The, 262.

Common Offering, The, 163.

Comparative Degree, The, 121.

Compensation, 159.

Confidence, 232.

Confido et Conquiesco, 192.

Consecrated Life, A, 82.

Consider the Ravens, 199.

Consolation, 155.

Constant Care, 205.

Content and Rich, 104.

Content I Live, 104.

Content with All, 110.

Contents of Piety, The, 130.

Contentment, 103.

Contrast, A, 105.

Courage, 15.

Courage Defined, 17.

Crossing the Bar, 273.

Cry of the Soul, A, 121.

Daily Bread, 219.

Daily Course, The, 113.

Daily Strength, 112.

Dare to Do Right, 19.

Dare You? 14.

Dark Angel, The, 159.

Day by Day, 117.

Dearest Friend, The, 249.

Death, 274.

Death Bed, A, 275.

Dedicated, 82.

Defeated Yet Triumphant, 1.

Defiance to Old Age, A, 267.

Demand for Courage, 17.

Demand for Men, 8.

Denial, 125.

Desert's Use, The, 265.

Despondency Rebuked, 172.

Devil is a Fool, The, 203.

Difference, The, 108.

Different Prayers, 129.

Disappointment, 204.

Divine Majesty, The, 211.

Divine Peace, 90.

Do and be Blest, 15.

"Doe the Nexte Thynge," 42.

Doing and Being, 262.

Don't Take it to Heart, 147.

Doubting Nothing, 179.

Dum Vivimus Vivamus, 261.

Duties, 48.

Dwell Deep, 87.

Easily Given, 62.

East London, 234.

Eleventh-Hour Laborers, The, 55.

Elixir, The, 223.

Emir Hassan, 37.

Emmaus, 268.

Enoch, 135.

Enough, 109.

Equanimity, 25.

Esse Quam Videre, 25.

Eternal Goodness, The, 177.

Eternal Justice, 6.

Evangelist, The, 43.

Evening Hymn, 206.

Evening Praise, 144.

Eventide, 226.

Everlasting Memorial, The, 100.

Ever with Thee, 228.

Every Day, 152.

Everywhere with Jesus, 248.

Expecting and Knowing, 164.

Eye of Faith, The, 179.

Eyeservice, 221.

Failure, 34.

Failure and Success, 33.

Fairest Lord Jesus, 249.

Faith, 178.

Faith in God, 179.

Faith is the Victory, 184.

Faithful, 255.

Faithful Monk, The, 60.

Fame and Duty, 28.

Farther On, 173.

Fear Not, 202.

Finding All in Jesus, 234.

Finding Content, 112.

Flowers without Fruit, 181.

Following, 201.

Following the Master, 56.

For A' That, 24.

For Divine Strength, 97.

Forgiveness, 167.

Formal Prayer, 126.

For Strength We Ask, 53.

Fortitude and Trial, 20.

Free from Sin, 118.

Friend and Foe, 263.

Friend of Souls, 236.

Fruition, 67.

Fully Content, 109.

Furnace and Hammer, 157.

Gain of Loss, The, 157.

Gentleman, A, 26.

Giving and Taking, 58.

Glorious Morn, The, 144.

Glory of Failure, The, 30.

Go Not Far from Me, 150.

Go Right On Working, 46.

Go Tell Jesus, 145.

God a Fortress, 16.

God Alone Loved, 87.

God Enough, 114.

God is Enough, 112.

God is Everywhere, 82.

God is Mine, 224.

God Keeps His Own, 199.

God Knoweth Best, 154.

God Knows, 182, 190.

God Knows All, 195.

God Means Us to be Happy, 138.

God Never Forsakes, 189.

God Only, 81.

God Save the People, 75.

God's All-Embracing Love, 164.

God's Care, 204.

God's Heroes, 12.

God's Mercy, 165.

God's Peace, 92.

God's Presence, 223.

God's Vengeance, 47.

God's Voice, 181.

God's Will, 210.

God's Will be Done, 213.

Golden Mean, The, 114.

Good Great Man, The, 33.

Gradatim, 115.

Granted or Denied, 131.

Great and Small, 212.

Great Difference, A, 205.

Great Man, A, 28.

Happiest Heart, The, 113.

Happy Any Way, 106.

Happy Warrior, The, 3.

Harsh Judgments, 69.

Have Charity, 68.

Have Faith in God, 179.

Have Hope, 171.

"He Careth for Thee," 207.

He Careth for You, 206.

"He Doeth All Things Well," 147.

He Fills All, 225.

He Knoweth All, 200.

He Leads Us On, 202.

He Never Forgets, 201.

Heart of God, The, 235.

Heavenly Presence, The, 60.

Heavier the Cross, 153.

Help Thou My Unbelief, 133.

Her Creed, 63.

Here Am I, 80.

Heritage, The, 107.

Hero Gone, A, 1.

Heroism, 9.

Hide Not Thy Heart, 25.

Higher Law, The, 25.

Higher Life, The, 29.

Higher Privilege, The, 166.

His Banner Over Me, 166.

His Care, 208.

His Chosen Ones, 231.

His Monument, 35.

His Ways, 159.

Holy Habits, 260.

Honor All Men, 70.

Hour of Prayer, The, 123.

Hours, The, 256.

House by the Side of the Road, The, 66.

How Did You Die? 5.

How Doth Death Speak of Our Beloved? 72

How to Judge, 69.

How We Learn, 153.

Humble Heart, A, 98.

Humility, 99.

Hymn of the City, 76.

I Am Content, 107.

I Asked the Lord that I Might Grow, 151.

I Can Trust, 188.

I Do Not Ask, O Lord, 156.

If I Him but Have, 230.

If I Should Die To-night, 67.

If the Lord Should Come, 229.

If Thou Could'st Know, 154.

If We Believed, 185.

If We Could Only See, 59.

If We Knew, 70.

I in Thee and Thou in Me, 84.

I Know Not if the Dark or Bright, 187.

I Love Thy Will, 218.

Imaginary Evils, 175.

Immanence, 232.

Immanuel's Land, 274.

Indwelling, 118.

Inevitable, The, 1.

Influence, 77.

In Him Confiding, 193.

In Myself, 25.

Inner Calm, The, 93.

Inquiry, The, 96.

"Into Thy Hands," 80.

Invitation to Prayer, An, 133.

Io Victis, 30.

I Pack My Trunk, 258.

I Resolve, 25.

I Shall Not Want, 194.

Is Life Worth Living? 253.

Is Your Lamp Burning? 66.

"It is More Blessed," 52.

"It is Toward Evening," 245.

It Might Have Been, 110.

It Passeth Knowledge, 239.

I've Found a Joy in Sorrow, 240.

"I Will Abide in Thine House," 204

I Will Not Seek, 97.

I Will Trust, 187.

I Would Live Longer, 269.

I Wouldn't, 111.

Jesu, 241.

Jesus All-Sufficient, 238.

Jesus, I Love Thee, 240.

Jesus My God and My All, 242.

Jesus on the Sea, 243.

Jesus Our Joy, 236.

Jesus Supreme, 238.

Jewel, The, 112.

John and Jesus, 167.

Judge Not, 68.

Just as God Leads, 104.

Just for To-day, 255.

Just One Day, 256.

Justice, 261.

Justice Only, 46.

Kept in Perfect Peace, 89.

Kindness, 70.

King of Love, The, 247.

Kingdom of God, The, 164.

Knowledge and Wisdom, 95.

Ladder of St. Augustine, The, 41.

Lancashire Doxology, A, 142.

La Rochelle, 153.

Larger Hope, The, 172.

Larger View, The, 222.

Last Prayer, A, 95.

Last Wish, The, 79.

Laus Deo, 100.

Laus Mortis, 274.

Lead On, O Lord, 122.

Leaving All, 83.

Length of Days, 254.

Length of Life, The, 253.

Let Us See Jesus, 243.

Liberty, 44.

Life, 276.

Life and Death, 2.

Life Hid with Christ, A, 134.

Life I Seek, The, 71.

Life's Mirror, 257.

Light, 137.

Listening for God, 229.

Little Parable, A, 155.

Little Talk with Jesus, A, 235.

Lonely Service, 63.

Longing, 119.

Looking for Pearls, 73.

Looking unto God, 178.

Lord of Himself, 22.

Lord will Provide, The, 184.

Lord's Appointment, The, 190.

Lord's Leading, The, 182.

Lord's Provision, The, 183.

Losing Side, The, 30.

Love, 163.

Love and Light, 168.

Love Counteth Not the Cost, 168.

Love—Joy, 242.

Love of God, The, 164.

Love of Home, 168.

Love that Passeth Knowledge, The, 165.

Love's Fulfilling, 163.

Lowly Heart, A, 95.

Loyalty, 44.

Luther, 6.

Madame Lofty, 108.

Made Perfect Through Suffering, 149.

Make Haste, O Man! to Live, 260.

Make Thy Way Mine, 197.

Man, 227.

Manna, 111.

Man's a Man for A' That, A, 24.

Man with a Grudge, The, 78.

Martha, 54.

Martha or Mary, 53.

Martyrs, The, 6.

Mary of Bethany, 130.

Master's Touch, The, 151.

Maxims, 32.

Meaning of Prayer, 128.

Meekness of Moses, 100.

Mencius, 37.

Moment by Moment, 206.

Moment in the Morning, A, 133.

Moral Cosmetics, 254.

More and More, 115.

More Holiness, 119.

Morning, 255.

Morning Hymn, 80.

Morning Star, The, 175.

Morning Thought, A, 267.

My Cross, 154.

My Guide, 183.

My Heart is Fixed, 233.

My Heart is Resting, 89.

My Lord and I, 237.

My Prayer, 128.

My Psalm, 197.

My Service, 58.

"My Soul Doth Magnify the Lord," 120.

My Task, 51.

My Times are in Thy Hand, 189.

Mysterious Way, The, 203.

Nearest Duty, The, 45.

Never Say Fail, 19.

New Era, The, 73.

New Every Morning, 173.

"New Logion," The, 62.

No Cares, 195.

No Enemies, 18.

No Fear, 190.

No Fears, 193.

Nobility of Goodness, The, 30.

Noble Army of Martyrs Praise Thee, 2.

Noble Deeds, 12.

Noble Lives, 29.

Noblesse Oblige, 10.

Nobly Born, The, 35.

Not a Sound Invades the Stillness, 126.

Not by Chance, 216.

Not Knowing, 192.

Not Lost, 57.

Not Mine, 98.

Not Now, but Then, 268.

Not Yet Prepared, 96.

Nothing to Wish or to Fear, 235.

Now, 256.

O for a Perfect Trust, 195.

O God of Truth, 81.

O Jesus Christ, Grow Thou in Me, 117.

Obscure Martyrs, 34.

Ode to Duty, 41.

Offering, The, 84.

Old Latin Hymn, A, 277.

Old Stoic, The, 23.

Omnipresence, 221.

On Second Thought, 272.

On the Eve of Departure, 269.

On Thee My Heart is Resting, 85.

One Day's Service, 252.

One Path to Light, 59.

One Talent, 45.

One Talent, The, 45.

One Thing Needful, The, 177.

Only, 61.

Only a Little, 64.

Only Love, 167.

Only One Way, 20.

Only Solace, The, 155.

Only To-day, 83.

Open Thou Our Eyes, 227.

Opportunity, 261.

Opportunity Improved, 261.

Opportunity Renewed, 259.

Our Burden-Bearer, 137.

Our Heavenly Father, 225.

Our Heroes, 10.

Our Home Above, 270.

Our Master, 233.

Our Rock, 247.

Our Two Gifts, 276.

Out of Touch, 131.

Pass it On, 58.

Patience of Jesus, 241.

Paul at Melita, 64.

Peace of God, The, 88.

Peaceable Fruit, 152.

Perfect Faith, A, 180.

Perfect Peace, 90.

Perfect Through Suffering, 155.

Pessimist and Optimist, 146.

Petition, 124.

Pharisee and Publican, 133.

Picture of a Happy Man, The, 139.

Place with Him, A, 16.

Pluck, 20.

Pluck Wins, 19.

Poem of the Universe, The, 33.

Power of Prayer, The, 129.

Praise, 140.

Praise Deprecated, 99.

Praise Waiteth for Thee, 146.

Pray Always, 135.

Prayer, 127.

Prayer, A, 118.

Prayer for Strength, A, 136.

Prayer its Own Answer, 130.

Prayer of Deeds, 127.

Prayer to the God of Nature, A, 116.

Prayer's Grace, 218.

Preciousness of Christ, 235.

Presence, The, 226.

Present Crisis, The, 18.

Present Saviour, A, 224.

Pressing toward the Mark, 87.

Proem, 262.

Progress, 174.

Promised Land—To-morrow, 170.

Prospice (Look Forward), 270.

Providence, 203.

Purpose True, A, 121.

Quiet Heart, A, 91.

Quiet Mind, The, 89.

Rabia, 218.

Ready, 271.

Recessional, 96.

Redeeming the Time, 254.

Red Planet Mars, 2.

Reformer, The, 2.

Religion and Doctrine, 23.

Religious Differences, 184.

Religious Infidels, 197.

Resignation, 149.

Responsibility for Talents, 46.

Rest, 92.

Resting in God, 187.

Rest Where You Are, 91.

Retrospection, 252.

Reward of Faithfulness, 42.

Riches, 263.

Riches and Power, 109.

Ridiculous Optimist, The, 140.

Right Must Win, The, 170.

Ring, Happy Bells, 140.

Robert Browning's Message, 3.

Robin's Song, The, 148.

Roundel, 220.

Round of the Wheel, The, 265.

Rules for Daily Life, 225.

Sacrifice of the Will, The, 81.

Saintship, 227.

Saved to Serve, 52.

Scatter Sunshine, 141.

Sealed, 242.

Secret of a Happy Day, The, 138.

Secret of His Presence, The, 221.

Secret Place, The, 190.

Secret Prayer, 124.

Seedtime, 61.

Seeing Jesus, 239.

Self, 101.

Self-examination, 228.

Selfish Prayer, 134.

Self-surrender, 86.

Sensitiveness, 15.

Serve God and Be Cheerful, 143.

Service, 54.

Shadow of the Great Rock, The, 217.

Shared, 74.

Share Your Blessings, 63.

She Brought her Box of Alabaster, 240.

"Show Me Thy Face," 228.

Shrinking Prayer, A, 120.

"Silver Cord is Loosed," The, 273.

Silver Lining, The, 173.

Simple Faith, 267.

Simple Trust, 194.

Since First Thy Word Awaked My Heart, 86.

Single Stitch, A, 47.

Sit Still, 88.

Small Beginnings, 50.

Social Christianity, 75.

Some Rules of Life, 258.

Something You Can Do, 61.

"Sometime," 191.

Sometime, Somewhere, 124.

Song of a Heathen, The, 244.

Song of Love, A, 244.

Song of Low Degree, A, 96.

Song of Solace, A, 160.

Song of Trust, A, 196.

Song—Sermon, 159.

Source of Power, The, 128.

Sower, The, 156.

Sowing Joy, 141.

Sparrow, The, 200.

Speak Out, 77.

Spiritual Devotion, 127.

"Splendor of God's Will, The," 215.

Split Pearls, The, 166.

Steps of Faith, The, 183.

Still Hope! Still Act, 158.

Strange Boon, A, 158.

Strength, 16.

Strength for To-day, 255.

Stronger Faith, A, 180.

Struggle, The, 277.

Submission, 219.

Submission and Rest, 136.

Submission to God, 216.

Summer and Winter, 54.

Sunday, 127.

Sure Refuge, The, 201.

Sweet Content, 104.

Sweet Promises, 247.

Sympathetic Love, 168.

Take Away Pain, 160.

Take Time to be Holy, 136.

Talhairn's Prayer, 137.

Talking with God, 128.

Teach Me the Truth, 8.

Teach Me to Live, 260.

Tell Him So, 77.

"Tell Jesus," 246.

Tell Me About the Master, 241.

Tenant, The, 275.

Thalassa! Thalassa! 271.

Thanks, 144.

Thanks for Pain, 139.

Thanksgiving, 140.

That I May Soar, 120.

There is No Death, 269.

They Shall Not Overflow, 158.

Things I Miss, The, 106.

Think Gently of the Erring, 68.

Thou Knowest, 205.

"Thou Maintainest My Lot," 151.

Thou Sweet, Beloved Will of God, 211.

Thought, A, 35.

Thought of God, The, 224.

Three Days, 261.

Three Friends, The, 277.

Three Lessons, 175.

Three Stages of Piety, 218.

Thy Allotment, 113.

Thy Best, 34.

Thy Brother, 71.

"Thy Labor is Not in Vain," 55.

Thy Loving Kindness, 143.

Thy Will, 217.

Thy Will Be Done, 216.

Time for Prayer, The, 126.

To a Reformer, 8.

To-day, 256.

To Faith, 185.

Toil a Blessing, 61.

"To Know All is to Forgive All," 69.

Too Much Self, 157.

To Our Beloved, 275.

To Thee, 245.

To Thine Own Self Be True, 22.

To Truth, 10.

Touch, The, 236.

Tree God Plants, The, 210.

Trifles That Make Saints, 48.

Triumph of the Martyrs, 11.

Triumphing in Others, 97.

True Greatness, 37.

True Hero, A, 13.

True King, The, 31.

True Prayer, 129.

Truly Rich, The, 112.

Trust, 191.

Trust in God, 193.

Trust in God and Do the Right, 18.

Trusting God, 193.

Truth, 8.

Truth and Falsehood, 4.

Turn from Self, 99.

Two Angels, The, 213.

Two Pictures, 103.

Two Religions, The, 134.

Two Worlds, The, 86.

Uncharitableness Not Christian, 74.

Unconquered, 23.

Unfailing Friend, The, 244.

Union with God, 82.

Universal Prayer, The, 123.

Unwasted Days, 48.

Uphill, 272.

Useful According to God's Will, 212.

Valley of Silence, The, 132.

Veiled Future, The, 174.

Via Crucis, Via Lucis, 142.

Victory, The, 12.

Voice Calling, The, 272.

Voice of Piety, The, 68.

Wait on God, 185.

Waiting, 171.

Waking, 50.

Waking Thoughts, 63.

Walking with God, 131.

Walking with Jesus, 116.

Wanted, 22.

Weapons, 78.

We Defer Things, 264.

We Give All, 86.

Welcome the Shadows, 113.

We Long to See Jesus, 246.

We Shall Know, 183.

We Will Praise Thee, 145.

We Would See Jesus, 248.

What Christ Said, 58.

What Does it Matter? 33.

What is Death? 272.

What is Prayer? 127.

What Makes a Hero? 7.

What Man is There of You? 125.

What Might be Done, 74.

What Pleaseth God, 215.

What Redress, 167.

What She Could, 48.

When I Am Weak then Am I Strong, 97.

When I Have Time, 257.

When You Do an Act, 59.

Who Bides His Time, 105.

Wholly the Lord's, 79.

Whom Have I in Heaven but Thee? 85.

Why Do I Live? 250.

Why Not? 242.

Widow's Oil, The, 167.

Will, 11.

Will Divine, The, 209.

Will of God, The, 209.

Wind that Blows, that Wind is Best, The, 108.

Wisdom of Discipline, 188.

Without and Within, 114.

Without Haste and Without Rest, 250.

With Self Dissatisfied, 157.

Worker's Prayer, A, 135.

Working with Christ, 62.

Work Loyally, 44.

Worldly Place, 12.

Worth While, 11.

"Your Heavenly Father Knoweth," 202.

Your Mission, 59.

Youth's Warning, 219.

Zeal in Labor, 43.



INDEX TO FIRST LINES

A certain wise man deeply versed, 53.

"A commonplace life," we say, 100.

A faith that shines by night and day, 186.

A gem which falls within the mire, 38.

A governed heart, thinking, 232.

A happy lot must sure be his, 259.

A jewel is a jewel still, 40.

A kindly act is a kernel sown, 78.

A little bird I am, 82.

A little bit of hope, 176.

A little talk with Jesus, 235.

A little word in kindness spoken, 70.

"A man's a man," says Robert Burns, 24.

A man's higher being is knowing, 122.

A mind from every evil thought, 94.

A mighty fortress is our God, 66.

A moment in the morning, ere the cares, 133.

A pilgrim, bound to Mecca, 114.

A pious friend of Rabia one day, 265.

A Sower went forth to sow, 156.

A sprig of mint by the wayward brook, 111.

A stone makes not great rivers turbid grow, 94.

A tone of pride or petulance repressed, 48.

A traveler through a dusty road, 50.

A voice by Jordan's shore, 167.

A woman sat by a hearthside place, 134.

A worthy man of Paris town, 153.

Abide with me, O Christ, 245.

Abide with us, O wondrous Lord, 268.

Abundance is the blessing of the wise, 263.

Again, O God, the night shuts down, 144.

Ah, a man's reach should exceed, 40.

Ah! don't be sorrowful, 268.

Ah, God! I have not had thee, 177.

Ah! grand is the world's work, 54.

Ah, how skillful grows the hand, 164.

Ah, yes! I would a phoenix be, 169.

Ah, yes! the task is hard, 46.

"Allah, Allah!" cried the sick man, 130.

"Allah!" was all night long, 130.

All are architects of Fate, 251.

All are but parts of one stupendous, 225.

All as God wills, who, 197.

All goeth but God's will, 217.

All habits gather by unseen degrees, 266.

All is of God! If he but wave, 213.

All service ranks the same with God, 64.

All's for the best; be sanguine, 181.

Among so many can He care, 204.

An age so blest that, by its side, 268.

An angel came from the courts of gold, 47.

An easy thing, O Power divine, 106.

An old farm house with meadows wide, 103.

And all is well, though faith and form, 186.

"And do the hours step fast or slow, 48.

And, for success, I ask no more, 35.

And good may ever conquer ill, 232.

And he drew near and talked with them, 227.

And now we only ask to serve, 86.

And only the Master shall praise us, 39.

And see all sights from pole to pole, 266.

And, since we needs must hunger, 262.

And some innative weakness, 27.

And they who do their souls no wrong, 93.

Another day God gives me, 63.

Anywhere with Jesus, 246.

Are your sorrows hard to bear, 253.

Around my path life's mysteries, 181.

Around the man who seeks a noble end, 3.

Art thou afraid his power shall fail, 184.

Art thou in misery, brother? 264.

Art thou little? Do thy little well, 45.

Art thou weary, tender heart, 161.

As a bird in meadows fair, 147.

As by the light of opening day, 249.

As flows the river calm and deep, 93.

As God leads me will I go, 201.

As I lay sick upon my bed, 275.

As on a window late I cast mine eyes, 242.

As running water cleanseth bodies, 94.

As the bird trims her to the gale, 7.

As yonder tower outstretches to the earth, 185.

Asked and unasked, thy heavenly gifts, 129.

Aspire, break bounds, I say, 34.

At cool of day with God I walk, 226.

At end of love, at end of life, 271.

At sixty-two life has begun, 268.

At the midnight, in the silence, 269.

At thirty man suspects himself, 263.

Away, my needless fears, 189.

Away! my unbelieving fear, 147.

Banish far from me all I love, 155.

"Be all at rest, my soul," 91.

Be calm in arguing; for, 94.

Be firm. One constant element in luck, 20.

Be it health or be it leisure, 57.

Be like the bird that, halting in her flight, 198.

Be never discouraged, 19.

Be no imitator; freshly act thy part, 27.

Be noble! and the nobleness, 40.

Be not afraid to pray, 124.

Be not too proud of good deeds, 46.

Be not too ready to condemn, 102.

Be patient; keep thy life work, 198.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining, 114.

Be strong to hope, O heart, 16.

Be thou a poor man and a just, 266.

Be thou content; be still before, 111.

Be thou supreme, Lord Jesus, 238.

Be trustful, be steadfast, 143.

Be useful where thou livest, 64.

Be with me, Lord, where'er, 122.

Bear a lily in thy hand, 47.

Bear up, bear on, the end shall tell, 189.

Beautiful faces are those that wear, 250.

Because I hold it sinful to despond, 15.

Because I seek thee not O seek thou me, 133.

Before God's footstool, 34.

Before the eyes of men let duty shine, 95.

Before the monstrous wrong he sets him down, 2.

Begin the day with God, 225.

Begone, unbelief, my Saviour is near, 185.

Behind him lay the gray Azores, 5.

Being perplexed, I say, 128.

Believe not each accusing tongue, 76.

Beneath the tiger's jaw I heard, 147.

Beside thy gracious hearth, 185.

Better have failed in the high aim, 40.

Better than grandeur, better than gold, 32.

Better to have the poet's heart, 117.

Better to smell the violet cool, 253.

Better to stem with heart and hand, 8.

Better trust all and be deceived, 198.

Beware, exulting youth, 219.

Blessed are they who die for God, 8.

Blest is the faith divine and strong, 181.

"Body, I pray you, let me go," 277.

Both swords and guns are strong, 78.

Bravely to do whate'er the time demands, 13.

Break forth, my lips, in praise, 141.

Breathe on me, Breath of, 121.

Build a little fence of trust, 198.

Bury thy sorrow, 145.

But all God's angels come to us, 161.

But God is never so far off, 223.

But that thou art my wisdom, 219.

But where will God be absent, 232.

By all means use some time, 228.

By Nebo's lonely mountain, 36.

By thine own soul's law learn to live, 22.

Calm me, my God, and keep me calm, 93.

Calm Soul of all things, 93.

Care Thou for me! Let me not care, 200.

Catch, then, O catch the transient hour, 266.

Christ wants the best, 98.

Cleon has a million acres, 109.

Come to me, Come to me, 230.

Come to the morning prayer, 133.

Come to us, Lord, as the day light comes, 231.

Comes a message from above, 168.

Commit thy way to God, 172.

Content that God's decree, 110.

Could we with ink the ocean fill, 164.

Couldst thou boast, O child, of weakness, 68.

Count each affliction, whether light or grave, 159.

Courage, brother, do not slumber, 18.

Dance, O my soul! 'tis God doth play, 208.

Dare to be true; nothing can need a lie, 21.

Dare to do right! Dare to be true, 19.

Dare to think, though others frown, 15.

Day by day the manna fell, 112.

Dear is my friend, but my foe too, 263.

Deep at the heart of all our pain, 210.

Did you tackle that trouble, 5.

Dig channels for the streams of love, 63.

Diving, and finding no pearls, 266.

Do I not love thee, Lord most high, 87.

Do not I love thee, O my Lord, 249.

Do thy duty; that is best, 49.

Do thy little; do it well, 20.

Does the road wind uphill, 272.

Don't lose Courage! Spirit brave, 105.

Don't think your lot the worst, 114.

Don't you trouble trouble till, 202.

Doubting Thomas and loving John, 14.

Drop thy still dews of quietness, 93.

Dwell deep! The little things, 87.

Each moment holy is, for, 263.

Earth's crammed with heaven, 231.

Emir Hassan, of the prophet's race, 37.

Encamped along the hills of light, 184.

Enough to know that through the winter's frost, 78.

"Even in a palace, life may be led well," 12.

Ever, when tempted, make me see, 237.

Every day is a fresh beginning, 173.

Every hour that fleets so, 122.

Everywhere with Jesus, 248.

Eyeservice let me give, 221.

Fair is the soul, rare is the soul, 181.

Fairest Lord Jesus! 249.

Faith fails; Then in the, 178.

Faith, Hope and Love were questioned, 164.

Faith is a grasping of Almighty power, 185.

Faithfully faithful to every trust, 49.

Far better in its place the lowliest bird, 39.

Far off thou art, but ever nigh, 231.

Father, before thy footstool kneeling, 136.

Father, hold Thou my hand, 197.

Father, I know that all my, 103.

Father, I scarcely dare to pray, 95.

Father, in thy mysterious presence, 97.

Father of all! in every age, 123.

Father, take not away the burden, 93.

Fear death?—to feel the fog in my throat, 270.

Fear him, ye saints, 220.

Fearest the shadow? Keep thy trust, 274.

Fill, brief or long, my granted years, 268.

Find out what God would have you do, 49.

Flower in the crannied wall, 102.

Flung to the heedless winds, 6.

For age is opportunity no less, 268.

For all the evils under the sun, 144.

For all the sins that cling to thee, 86.

For I am 'ware it is the seed of act, 33.

For, lo! in hidden deep accord, 169.

For never land long lease of empire won, 40.

For others' sake to make life sweet, 169.

For some the narrow lane of must, 166.

For strength we ask, 53.

For what is age but youth's, 268.

Forenoon and afternoon and, 258.

Forever, from the hand that takes, 208.

Forever in their Lord abiding, 190.

Forget the past and live the present hour, 256.

Forgive us, Lord, our little faith, 177.

Four things a man must learn to do, 263.

Fret not, poor soul; while doubt and fear, 192.

From an old English parsonage, 42.

From cellar unto attic all is clear, 226.

From our ill-ordered hearts, 94.

Get leave to work in this world, 64.

Give! as the morning that flows out of heaven, 52.

Give me heart touch with all that live, 39.

Give me, O Lord, a heart of grace, 120.

Give me this day a little work, 122.

Give to the winds thy fears, 193.

Give what thou canst, 108.

Glory to God—to God! he saith, 158.

God answers prayer, 135.

God asks not, To what, 266.

God gave me something very sweet, 65.

God give us men! A time, 22.

God gives each man one life, 72.

God gives to man the power, 220.

God has his best things for the few, 21.

God holds the key of all unknown, 208.

God is enough! thou, who in hope and fear, 112.

God is law, say the wise; O Soul, and let us rejoice, 232.

God is near thee, Christian; cheer thee, 146.

God knows—not I—the devious way, 182.

God means us to be happy, 138.

God moves in a mysterious, 203.

God never would send you the darkness, 155.

God sees me though I see him not, 208.

God of our fathers, known, 96.

God of the roadside weed, 116.

God works in all things, 176.

God's in his heaven, 214.

God's spirit falls on me as dew, 222.

Go, labor on; spend and be spent, 43.

Go not far from me, O my Strength, 150.

Go when the morning shineth, 135.

Golden gleams of noonday fell, 60.

Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, 38.

Good striving Brings thriving, 94.

Grant me, O Lord, thy merciful protection, 137.

Grant us, O God, in love to thee, 186.

Grant us thy peace down from thy presence falling, 92.

Great God, I ask thee for no meaner pelf, 120.

Great Jehovah! we will praise, 145.

Great Master! teach us how to hope, 70.

Great men grow greater, 37.

Great truths are dearly bought, 153.

Greatly begin! though thou have time, 35.

Grow old along with me, 3.

Habits are soon assumed, 266.

Half feeling our own weakness, 97.

Happy the man, and happy he alone, 262.

Happy the man, of mortals happiest he, 103.

Hark! the voice of Jesus calling, 61.

Have faith in God! for he who reigns, 179.

Have Hope! it is the brightest star, 171.

Have I learned, in whatsoever, 110.

Have you found your life distasteful, 182.

Have you had a kindness shown, 58.

He built a house, time laid it in the dust, 35.

He cast his net at morn, 34.

He did God's will, to him all one, 208.

He doth good work whose heart can find, 65.

He fails never, 93.

He fails who climbs to power and place, 33.

He fought a thousand glorious wars, 39.

He growled at morning, noon, and night, 148.

He has done the work of a true man, 1.

He has no enemies, you say? 18.

He is brave whose tongue is silent, 30.

He is one to whom Long patience, 102.

He knows, he loves, he cares, 208.

He leads us on by paths we did not know, 202.

He liveth long who liveth well, 254.

He makes no friend who never made a foe, 31.

He prayeth well who loveth well, 130.

He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, 214.

He stood before the Sanhedrim, 23.

He stood, the youth they called the Beautiful, 37.

He that feeds men serveth few, 20.

He that holds fast the golden mean, 114.

He that is down need fear no fall, 96.

He that would free from malice, 40.

He took them from me, one by one, 154.

"He touched her hand, and the fever left her," 236.

He walked with God, by faith, in solitude, 135.

He was better to me than all my fears, 252.

He who ascends to mountain tops, 38.

He's true to God, who's true, 62.

Hearts that are great beat never loud, 35.

Heaven above is softer blue, 232.

Heaven is not always angry, 162.

Heaven is not reached by a single bound, 115.

Heavier the cross the stronger faith, 153.

Helmet and plume and saber, 30.

Her eyes are homes of silent prayer, 130.

Hide not thy talent in the earth, 45.

High above fate I dwell, 22.

High hopes that burned like stars, 170.

His courtiers of the caliph crave, 166.

His name yields the richest perfume, 235.

Home they brought her warrior dead, 152.

Honor and shame from no condition rise, 39.

Hope, child, to-morrow and to-morrow still, 176.

Hope, Christian soul! in every stage, 176.

How blest is he, though ever crossed, 139.

How does the soul grow? 263.

How doth death speak of our beloved, 72.