LEAD, kindly Light, amid the encircling 'Tis warmth and light, 't is love, 't is home, gloom, Rest, calm and sweet, for which I pine: From Thee I came, to Thee I comeHow shall thy dwelling-place be mine? Ah! who is this that takes my hand? That lifts me from the pit and mire? That heals, consoles, and makes me stand, And gives the rest that I desire? Dear Son of God! Thy blessed face Shows where the hungry soul may flee. Thy heart is home and dwelling-place, And I am satisfied with Thee? PHILLIPS BROOKS. [U. S. A.] O LITTLE TOWN OF BETHLEHEM. O LITTLE town of Bethlehem, How still we see thee lie! Yet in thy dark streets shineth The hopes and fears of all the years For Christ is born of Mary, Proclaim the holy birth! How silently, how silently, The wondrous gift is given ! So God imparts to human hearts The blessings of His heaven. No ear may hear His coming; But in this world of sin, Where meek souls will receive him still, The dear Christ enters in. O holy Child of Bethlehem, Descend to us, we pray! Cast out our sin and enter in ; Be born in us to-day. I have listened, like David's great son, to the voice of the beast and the bird; To the voice of the trees and the grass; yea, a voice from the stones I have heard; And the sun and the moon, and the stars in their courses, reëcho the word! And one word speak the bird and the beast, and the hyssop that springs in the wall, And the cedar that lifts its proud head upon Lebanon, stately and tall, And the rocks, and the sea, and the stars, and" Know!" is the message of all. For the answer has ever been nigh unto him who would question and learn How to bring the stars near to his gaze; in what orbits the planets must turn; Why the apple must fall from the bough; what the fuel that sun-fires burn. Whence came life? In the rocks is it writ, and no finger hath graven it there? Whence came light? Did its motions arise without bidding? Will science declare That the law ruling all hath upsprung from Nomind, that abideth Nowhere ? "Yea, I know!" cried the true man of old. And whosoe'er wills it may know. "My Redeemer - He liveth!" I seek for a sign of His presence, and, lo ! As He spoke to the light, and it was, so He speaks to my soul, and I know! WASHINGTON GLADDEN. [U. s. A.] ULTIMA VERITAS. IN the bitter waves of woe, From the desolate shores of doubt, · When the anchors that faith had cast Are dragging in the gale, I am quietly holding fast To the things that cannot fail. I know that right is right; That it is not good to lie; That love is better than spite, And a neighbor than a spy. I know that passion needs The leash of a sober mind; I know that generous deeds Some sure reward will find; That the rulers must obey; For the beautiful feet of Peace: In the darkest night of the year, When the stars have all gone out; That courage is better than fear; That faith is truer than doubt. And fierce though the fiends may fight, I know that Truth and Right CHARLOTTE M. PACKARD. And that somewhere beyond the stars, CHARLOTTE M. PACKARD. [U. s. A.] VESPERS. O SHADOW in a sultry land! The tenderest and best, Whose love, unfolding like the night Brings quietude and rest Glimpse of the fairer life to be, In foretaste here possessed. From aimless wanderings we come ; That which the garish day had lost, Its silver cadence rings; Drop down behind the solemn hills, O Day, with golden skies! Serene above its fading glow, Night, starry-crowned, arise! So beautiful may heaven be, When life's last sunbeam dies! MARGARET ELIZABETH SANGSTER. [U. S. A.] IN COMMON DAYS. IN days supreme, of fond delight, When happy thoughts within us dwell, ROSE HAWTHORNE LATHROP. Like vestals robed in stainless white, Who time their footsteps by the swell Of sweet-voiced bells upon the air, Then have we least the need for prayer. In days obscured by veiling folds Of grief, or clouded o'er with dread, [U. S. A.]` LOVE NOW THE sanctity that is about the dead To make us love them more than late when here. |