Clear Crystals

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Title: Clear Crystals
Author: Clara M. Beede
Release Date: February 28, 2005 [EBook #15209]
Language: English
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CLEAR CRYSTALS
by
Clara M. Beede
The Press of Flozari, Pegasus Studios
Box 5804, Cleveland, 1, Ohio

1946
_Dedicated to
OLNEY, RUSSELL Jr., WILLIAM, ELLWOOD,

And All Our Soldier Boys_
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
We are grateful for permission to include certain poems which were
first published in Reflections; Chipmunk; Scimitar and Song: Whispers;
Calaveras Californian; Calaveras Prospect; Sunshine and Rain; Brown
Plumes; Tulsa Tribune; Sonnets from Americanese: Fireside Chatter;

Song and Story; The Arc; United We Sing; The Authors of Tomorrow;
Garret, and Golden Leaves.

OTHER TORCHBEARER CHAPBOOKS
by
CLARA M. BEEDE
45: Brown Plumes
51: More Brown Plumes
63: Sunshine and Rain

73: Clear Crystals (Second Printing)
88: Only Pebbles
94:
Golden Leaves
98: Sail High Above
MOTHER'S PRAYER
For this new day, our Father, we give thee thanks.
Thou hast blessed
us with rest for our bodies,
The glories of a new day are upon us, a
gift from above.
Let the light from heaven penetrate our souls,
and
may this be the best of our lives, we pray.
Remember those less
fortunate, dear Father,
May some messenger of thine bring joy to
their hearts today. Forbid we should shirk any duty coming our way,

for we are thy servants and desire to do thy will.
Our Dear Father
thou hast blessed us with many dear ones. I pray thy blessing upon each
one, especially our soldier boys That they may heed thy voice and
follow thee
as their great and true leader. Forbid, dear Lord, that any
one of them be lost from the way in his search for the light. Go before
them and let light from above
make their pathway bright. Come into
their hearts
and give them the peace that no man can give, neither can
take it away. I humbly ask these favors in Jesus name.
--KAY MCKEE
LET THERE BE PEACE
Let there be peace, let clouds and storm roll past,
And budding

groves burst forth in little leaves.
When April showers flush the
brooks and eaves;
May gardens grow and wheat go flowing fast.

Let there be peace on earth, that men may cast
Their hatreds far away
and gather sheaves
Of golden days in patterns justice weaves;
That
sunset hours may glow with love at last,
The atmosphere be filled
with faith and light,
No war, nor bombs, no words of discontent.

Let there be peace on every hill and plain,
That men may live and toil
with hearts alight,
That each may aid his brother in content.
Let
grasses grow and flowers bloom again.
WHAT IS THIS WISDOM
Remaining staunchly there in shriveled earth,
The canna stood serene,
refreshed by dew
That silently, each cooling night anew
Spread
living gems to sparkle in their mirth.
Beneath, the bulb lay proving
well its birth--
A shower passed, the funnel leaves caught true--
The
plant awoke with life and beauty too.
And not a drop was wasted of
the worth!
The bud refrained from coming into bloom,
As though it waited for
the lusty rain,
With low leaves dried and drooping to the ground.

What is this wisdom in all nature's room
That fights to live and grow,
and not in vain,
But God, whose strength in all things may be found.
SOLDIER TRAINS
Hear the rumbling of the trains,
Soldier trains.
Ever droning, jarring,
roaring on the rails
Through the amber lights of dawn.
Hear them
rolling right along
Now acoming and now gone,
Iron wheel follows
wheel,
Round the bend of the river going strong.
They are taking our brave soldier boys
To the barracks. Hear the
thumping of the drums
How they beat and beat and beat,
In the
morning and at night,
Hear the tramping, marching feet,
All in line
stepping fine

Hear the praying from the firesides down the street.

Hear the roaring of the trains,
Speeding trains
With the rumbling.
Shouting home-boys off to war!
Now they travel to far shores.
See
them waving their good-byes,
There's the girl that Joe adores

Waving hand, smiling band!
Hear the laughter from the windows and
the doors.
DEAR POSSESSIONS
A loaf of bread with a glass of milk
With a roof that shelters and a
restful bed,
A place to wear the faded silk
And a pillow for the
aching head;
A kettle that sings while the night wind sighs,
And a cup of tea to
drink;
A hearth to sweep and a babe that cries,
With a pile of dishes
in the sink.
A home to keep and a man to love,
With a heart that is true and fine.

These precious things sent from heaven above,
Will be prized for
yours and for mine.
THE UNBIDDEN TEARS
Glad