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Ah! God is other than we think ;

His ways are far above, Far beyond reason's height, and reached

Only by childlike love.

Workman of God! 0, lose not heart,

But learn what God is like ; And in the darkest battle-field

Thou shalt know where to strike.

Not as you meant, О learned man, and good !

Do I accept thy words of truth and rest;

God, knowing all, knows what for me is best, And gives me what I need, not what he could,

Nor always as I would !
I shall go to the Father's house, and see

Him and the Elder Brother face to face,
What day or hour I know not. Let me be
Steadfast in work, and earnest in the race,

Not as a homesick child who all day long
Whines atits play, and seldom speaks in song.

Thrice blest is he to whom is given

The instinct that can tell

HARRIET WINSLOW ŞEWALL.

If for a time some loved one goes away,

Not by deeds that gain the world's applauses, And leaves us our appointed work to do,

Not by works that win thee world-renown,
Can we to him or to ourselves be true

Not by martyrdom or vaunted crosses,
In mourning his departure day by day,

Canst thou win and wear the immortal crown.
And so our work delay?
Nay, if we love and honor, we shall make Daily struggling, though unloved and lonely,

The absence brief by doing well our task, Every day a rich reward will give;
Not for ourselves, but for the dear One's sake. Thou wilt find by hearty striving only,
And at his coming only of him ask

And truly loving, thou canst truly live.
Approval of the work, which most was done,
Not for ourselves, but our Beloved One. Dost thou revel in the rosy morning

When all nature hails the Lord of light,
Our Father's house, I know, is broad and grand; And his smile, nor low nor lofty scorning,
In it how many, many mansions are !

Gladdens hall and hovel, vale and height?
And far beyond the light of sun or star,
Four little ones of mine through that fair land Other hands may grasp the field and forest,
Are walking hand in hand !

Proud proprietors in pomp may shine,
Think you I love not, or that I forget

But with fervent love if thou adorest,
These of my loins ? Still this world is fair, Thou art wealthier, -- all the world is thine.
And I am singing while my eyes are wet
With weeping in this balmy summer air : Yet if through earth's wide domains thou rovest,

Yet I'm not homesick, and the children here Sighing that they are not thine alone,
Have need of me, and so my way is clear. Not those fair fields, but thyself thou lovest,

And their beauty and thy wealth are gone.
I would be joyful as my days go by,

Counting God's mercies to me. He who bore

Life's heaviest cross is mine forevermore,
And I who wait his coming, shall not I

THE LOVE OF GOD.
On his sure word rely ?
And if sometimes the way be rough and steep,

Thou Grace Divine, encircling all,
Be heavy for the grief he sends to me,

A soundless, shoreless sea !
Or at my waking I would only weep,

Wherein at last our souls must fall,
Let me remember these are things to be,

O Love of God most free!
To work his blessed will until he come
To take my hand, and lead me safely home.

When over dizzy heights we go,
A. D. F. RANDOLPH.

One soft hand blinds our eyes,
The other leads us, safe and slow,

O Love of God most wise !
WHY THUS LONGING ?

And though we turn us from thy face,
Why thus longing, thus forever sighing

And wander wide and long,
For the far off, unattained, and dim,

Thou hold'st us still in thine embrace,
While the beautiful, all round thee lying,

O Love of God most strong!
Offers up its low perpetual hymn ?

The saddened heart, the restless soul,
Wouldst thou listen to its gentle teaching,

The toilworn frame and mind,
All thy restless .yearnings it would still,

Alike confess thy sweet control,
Leaf and flower and laden bee are preaching

O Love of God most kind !
Thine own sphere, though humble, first to fill.

But not alone thy care we claim,
Poor indeed thou must be, if around thee

Our wayward steps to win;
Thou no ray of light and joy canst throw,

We know thee by a dearer name,
If no silken chord of love hath bound thee

O Love of God within !
To some little world through weal and woe;

And filled and quickened by thy breath,
If no dear eyes thy fond love can brighten,

Our souls are strong and free
No fond voices answer to thine own,

To rise o'er siņ and fear and death,
If no brother's sorrow thou canst lighten

O Love of God, to thee !
By daily sympathy and gentle tone.

ELIZA SCUDDER.

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MY TIMES ARE IN THY HAND.

THE SOUL'S DEFIANCE.

FATHER, I know that all my life

Is portioned out for me,
And the changes that will surely come,

I do not fear to see ;
But I ask thee for a present mind

Intent on pleasing thee.

I SAID to Sorrow's awful storm

That beat against my breast,
Rage on, - thou mayst destroy this form,

And lay it low at rest;
But still the spirit that now brooks

Thy tempest, raging high,
Undaunted on its fury looks,

With steadfast eye.

I ask thee for a thoughtful love,

Through constant watching wise, To meet the glad with joyful smiles,

And to wipe the weeping eyes ; And a heart at leisure from itself,

To soothe and sympathize.

I said to Penury's meager train,

Come on, — your threats I brave; My last poor life-drop you may drain,

And crush me to the grave ; Yet still the spirit that endures

Shall mock your force the while, And meet each cold, cold grasp of yours

With bitter smile.

I would not have the restless will

That hurries to and fro,
Seeking for some great thing to do,

Or secret thing to know;
I would be treated as a child,

And guided where I go.

Pass on,

Wherever in the world I am,

In whatsoe'er estate, I have a fellowship with hearts

To keep and cultivate ; And a work of lowly love to do,

For the Lord on whom I wait.

I said to cold Neglect and Scorn,

I heed you not; Ye may pursue me till my form

And being are forgot ; Yet still the spirit, which you see

Undaunted by your wiles, Draws from its own nobility

Its highborn smiles.

So I ask thee for the daily strength,

To none that ask denied ; And a mind to blend with outward life,

While keeping at thy side, Content to fill a little space,

If thou be glorified.

I said to Friendship’s menaced blow, Strike deep,

my heart shall bear; Thou canst but add one bitter woe

To those already there ;
Yet still the spirit that sustains

This last severe distress
Shall smile upon its keenest pains,

And scorn redress.

And if some things I do not ask

In my cup of blessing be,
I would have my spirit filled the more

With grateful love to thee;
And careful, less to serve thee much

Than to please thee perfectly.

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There are briers besetting every path,

Which call for patient care ; There is a cross in every lot,

And an earnest need for prayer; But a lowly heart that leans on thee

Is happy anywhere.

I SAW THEE.

“When thou wast under the fig-tree, I saw thee."

In a service which thy love appoints,

There are no bonds for me, For my secret heart is taught " the truth"

That makes thy children “free”; And a life of self-renouncing love

Is a life of liberty.

I SAW thee when, as twilight fell,
And evening lit her fairest star,
Thy footsteps sought yon quiet dell,
The world's confusion left afar.

I saw thee when thou stoodst alone, Where drooping branches thick o’erhung,

ANNA L. WARING.

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Give me a voice, a cry and a complaining,
FROM “SAINT PAUL."

0, let my sound be stormy in their ears !

Throat that would shout but cannot stay for CHRIST! I am Christ's! and let the name suffice straining, you,

Eyes that would weep but cannot wait for tears. Ay, for me too he greatly hath sufficed : Lo, with no winning words I would entice you,

Quick in a moment, infinite forever, Paul has no honor and no friend but Christ.

Send an arousal better than I pray ;

Give me a grace upon the faint endeavor, Yes, without cheer of sister or of daughter,

Souls for my hire and Pentecost to-day ! Yes, without stay of father or of son,

Hark what a sound, and too divine for hearing, Lone on the land and homeless on the water,

Stirs on the earth and trembles in the air ! Pass I in patience till the work be done.

Is it the thunder of the Lord's appearing ?

Is it the music of his people's prayer ?
Yet not in solitude if Christ anear me
Waketh him.workers for the great employ,

Surely he cometh, and a thousand voices 0, not in solitude, if souls that hear me

Shout to the saints and to the deaf are dumb; Catch from my joyance the surprise of joy.

Surely hé cometh, and the earth rejoices,

Glad in his coming who hath sworn, I come. Hearts I have won of sister or of brother,

Quick on the earth or hidden in the sod, This hath he done, and shall we not adore him ? Lo, every heart awaiteth me, another

This shall he do, and can we still despair ? Friend in the blameless family of God.

Come, let us quickly fling ourselves before him,

Cast at his feet the burden of our care, What was their sweet desire and subtle yearning,

Lovers, and ladies whom their song enrolls ? Flash from our eyes the glow of our thanksgiving, Faint to the flame which in my breast is burning, Glad and regretful, confident and calm ; Less than the love with which I ache for souls. Then through all life and what is after living

Thrill to the tireless music of a psalm.

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