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VOLUME 10, NUMBER 28
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ONE OF WIIITTII3IVS
S. T. Flckcrd Bonds to tho Inde
pendent ono of John O. Whlttior's
poems written upon tho first pago
of it young lady's autograph album.
Tho poom was written fifty-seven
years ago and Mr. Plekerd says has
never boforo been published. Hero
it is:
Llko a virgin heart, unwrlt
By the pen of passion yet
By familiar touch or look,
Unprofancd lies thy book.
What shall fill tho spotless pages?
Lover's vows or thoughts of sages?
Shall it Friendship's altar prove,
Or the burning shrlno of Lovo?
Human Lovo, I glvo thco warning,
Is the shadow of tho Morning
On tho meadow, on tho water,
Ever growing short and shorter,
Narrowing In tho sun, and gone
Ero tho weary noon comes on.
Human Friendship is tho shadow
Of tho Evening on tho meadow,
Ever doepenlng, over growing,
While tho sun is downward going,
Till o'er all the rosy light
Flow tho silent waves of night.
Lovo of God more than these
Shado of Eden's holy trees
Palms tho storm has never tossed,
Sacred sholter never lost.
In thy Duty's littlo round,
Seek it while it may bo found,
Whllo thy path of life Is wot
With tho dows of morning yet,
Ero tho night of doath shall fall
And the darkness cover all!
J. G. W.
Amesbury, 16th 3d mo. 1853.
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Commoner: If space will permit I
would like to see "Tho Praise Meet
ing of the Flowers,", from which Mr.
Richard L. Metcalfe writes "Grati
tude from Common Things," print
ed in The Commoner. Trusting tho
other readers will enjoy this poem
as much as I anticipate, I remain,
AMOS C. MATTICKS.
The flowers of many climates,
That bloom all seasons through,
Mot in a stately garden
Bright with tho morning dew.
For praise and loving worship
Tho Lord they camo to meet;
Her box of precious ointment
The Rose broke at His feet.
The Passion flower his symbols
Wore fondly on her breast;
She spoke of self-denial
As what might please him best.
The Morning Glories fragile,
Like Infants soon to go,
Had dainty, toy-like trumpets,
And praise the Master so.
"His word is like to honey,
Tho Clover testified,
"And all who trust thy promise
Shall in thy love abide."
Tho Lilies said, "Oh, trust him!
Wo neither toil nor spin,
And yet his house of beauty
See how we enter in."
The King Cup and her kindred said,
"Let us all be glad
Of hls redundant sunshine;
Behold how we aro clad!"
"And lot us follow Jesus,"
The Star of Bethlehem said,
And all the band of flowers
Bent down with reverent head.
The glad Sunflower answered,
And littlo Daisies bright.
And all the cousin Asters, .
"We follow toward the light!"
"Wo praise him for the mountains,"
Tho Alpine Roses cried;
"We bless him for the valleys,"
The Violets replied.
"Wo praise him," said tho Air Plants
"For breath wo never lack,"
"And for the rocks we praise him,"
Tho Lichens answered back.
"We praise God for the waters,"
The salt Sea Mosses sighed;
And all his baptized Lilies,
"Amen! Amen!" replied.
"And for the cool green woodlands
We praise and thanks return,"
Said Kalmias, and Azalias,
And graceful Feathery Fern.
"And for the wealth of gardens,
And all the gardener thinks,"
Said Roses, and Camellias,
And all the sweet-breathed Pinks.
"Hosanna in the highest!"
Tho baby Bluets sang;
And little trembling Harebells
With softest music rang.
"Tho Winter hath been bitter,
But sunshine follows storm;
Thanks for his loving kindness,
The Earth's great heart is -.arm."
So sang the pilgrim's Mayflower,
That cometh after snow
The humblest, and the sweetest,
Of all the flowers that b'low.
"Thank God for every weather
Tho sunshine and the wet,"
Spake out the cheering Pansies
And darling Mignonette.
And then the sun descended,
The heavens were all aglow;
The little Morning Glories
Had faded long ago.
And now the bright Day Lilies
Their love-watch cease to keep;
"Ho glveth," said the Poppies.
"To liis beloved sleep."
The gray of evening deepened,
The soft wind stirred the corn.
When, sudden, in the garden,
Another flower was born.
It was the Evening Primrose;
Her sisters followed fast;
With perfumed lips they whispered,
"Thank God for night at last!"
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THE ROAD TO YOUTH
Since I resolved to look for joys
In all created thingst
To turn my back on what annoys,
And hush all murmurings;
To look upon my neighbor as
A man who means mo well.
And let the cloud that lowers pass
All heedless of its spell;
To thrust from out my heart and
mind
All evil thoughts, and mean,
And everywhere I glance to find
Some beauty in the scene.
I find that though my days increase
My years diminish. Truth
To toll, the method brings me peace,
And holds me close to youth!
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AMONG THE PEOPLE
The parish priest of Austerlitz
uiimoea up m a high church
steeple
To be near God, that he might hand
God's word down to the people.
And In sermons grave he daily wrote
What he thought was sent from
heaven,
And he dropped this down on the
people's heads
Two times one day in -seven.
In his rage God said: "What mean
est thou?"
And the priest cried from the
steeple:
"Where art thou, Lord? And the
Lord replied:
"Down here, among my people."
Aiimuy, in. i., uitizen.
Here is a story for which the
Washington correspondent for the
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Champ Clark's black cook Lily, who
s fond of oratory of the Missouri
brand, the other morning treated
the democratic floor leader to a batch
of griddle cakes. She wound up her
praise of them by saying: 'Why
?m .,ca?,es postulates verbally.1
TXy' n.t you know, Boss?' said
Lily Pityingly. Dem cakes jus'
speaks for demselves.' "
CONSIDER THE LIMES
It Is good to stop and ponder on the
words that Jesus said,
As wo work and strive together In
our toil for daily bread.
Take no thought for food and shelter,
nor the things that ye shall wear'
For all nature gives assurance, in
provision everywhere,
That the God who feeds the spar
row, clothes tho lily, paints tho
rose,
Will provide the things most needful
in this life, on to its close.
We should gather inspiration from
this world in which we live,
And discern among its beauties all
tho meaning God would give
See among the fields and flowers
what our Lord himself reveals,
When He says, I am the Rose of
Sharon and the Lily of the fields.
If we serve the god of mammon, ho
will doubtless pay in gold,
But the things of life most precious
are not hiB to give or hold.
Seek ye first of all the kingdom of
our God, His righteousness,
And these other things are added
day by day in plenteousness.
With the eye of faith to see it, life
is not a strife for gain,
But to do our nearest duty, though
it bring not ease but pain.
What is knowledge, what is learn
ing, if they blind us to the light
That Is flooded forth in glory on a
cloudless, starry night?
What is science, deep and mystic,
if it does not point 'the way
To the God who smiles on Nature in
the splendors of the day?
We should catch the Psalmist's
spirit, who could see in earth and
sky,
God's completest revelation of Him
self to human eye.
What though men of deepest learn
ing, versed in sciences, and art,
Do proclaim a new religion, in -which
Jesus has no part?
Human nature, striving, longing,
yearning, feeling after God,
Finds its only path of safety where
those ancient feet have trod
Finds it in the narrow pathway,
leading by the cross alone,
Whereon Christ, divinely human, did
for human sins atone.
Thus the link that binds us God
ward was wrought and fashioned
then,
And in Jesus Christ our Savior is the
.only hope of men.
So let learned skeptics perish, while
the humble turn to God,
Whence the lily gets its beauty,
though it springs from out the sod.
N. T. Tull, in the Baptist Record.
THE AMERICAN FLAG
When freedom from her mountain
height
Unfurled her standard to the air,
She tore the azure robe of night
And set the stars of glory there.
She mingled with its gorgeous dyes
The milky baldic of the skies,
And striped its pure, celestial white
With streakings of the morning
light.
Flag of the true heart's hope and
home!
By angel hands to valor given!
Thy stars have lit the welkin dome,
And all thy hues were born in
heaven.
Forever float that standard sheet!
Where breathes the foe but falls
before us,
With Freedom's soil beneath our
feet,
And Freedom's banner streaming
o'er us!
Written by Joseph Rodman Drake,
born 1795, died 1820.
De Friend "What is that picture
intended to represent?"
Do Artist "Board and lodgings
for six weeks." Milwaukee Wisconsin.
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