And a new song is in my mouth, Glory to Thee for strength withheld, For want and weakness known And the fear that sends me to Thy breast For what is most my own. Mine be the reverent, listening love, Finds all its daily work prepared, And loves to have it so. ANNA L. WARING. SEEN AND UNSEEN. HE wind ahead, the billows high, THE A whited wave, but sable sky, And many a league of tossing sea Between the hearts I love and me. The wind ahead! day after day Through longing day and lingering night, That keeps the hearts I love from me. Yet, ah! how shallow is all grief! To feign forlorn, to 'plain and sigh! The wind ahead? The wind is free! To shores of God still blowing fair, This surging brine I do not sail; Another sea, pure sky its waves, A sea all haven, whereupon No helpless bark to wreck hath gone. The winds that o'er my ocean run Reach through all worlds beyond the sun; Through life and death, through fate, through time, Grand breaths of God they sweep sublime. Eternal trades, they cannot veer, And, blowing, teach us how to steer; O thou God's mariner, heart of mine! For Destiny pursues us well, By sea, by land, through heaven or hell; Bids Life all change and chance defy. Would earth's dark ocean suck thee down? Life loveth life and good; then trust A thread of Law runs through thy prayer, And Love and Longing toward her goal So Life must live, and Soul must saii, And so, 'mid storm or calm, my bark And sweeping down the wind I go. DAVID A. WASSON. LETTERS. EVERY day brings a ship, Every ship brings a word: Well for those who have no fear, Looking seaward well assured That the word the vessel brings Is the word they wish to hear. R. W. EMERSON. HIDDEN LIFE. SINCE Eden, it keeps the secret! Not a flower beside it knows To distil from the day the fragrance Silently speeds the secret From the loving eye of the sun To the willing heart of the flower: The life of the twain is one. Folded within my being, A wonder to me is taught, Too deep for curious seeing, Or fathom of sounding thought. Of all sweet mysteries holiest ! Faded are rose and sun! The Highest hides in the lowliest: My Father and I are one. CHARLES G. AMES, 1864. THE SECRET PLACE OF THE MOST HIGH. HE Lord is in His Holy Place, THE In all things near and far, Shekinah of the snow-flake, He, And Secret of the April-land He hides Himself within the love Of those that we love best; The smiles and tones that make our homes He tents within the lonely heart So, though we build a Holy Place To be our Sinai-stand, The Holiest of Holies still Is never made by hand. |