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burn on and on,
Till all the darkness of the lands be gone,

And all the kingdoms of the earth be won,
And one.
_A soul so fiery sweet can never die,
But lives and loves and works through all
eternity_.
BURDEN-BEARERS
Burden-bearers are we all,
Great and small.
Burden-sharers be ye all,
Great and
small!
Where another shares the load,
Two draw nearer God.
Yet there are burdens
we can share with none,
Save God;
And paths remote where we must walk alone,

With God;
For lonely burden and for path apart--
Thank God!
If these but serve to
bring the burdened heart
To God.
THE IRON FLAIL
Time beats out all things with his iron flail,
Things great, things small.
With steady
strokes that never fail,
With slow, sure strokes of his iron flail,
Time beats out all.
SARK
Pearl Iridescent! Pearl of the sea!
Shimmering, glimmering Pearl of the sea!
White in the sun-flecked Silver Sea,
White in the moon-decked Silver Sea,
White in
the wrath of the Silver Sea,--
Pearl of the Silver Sea!
Lapped in the smile of the Silver Sea,
Ringed in the foam of the Silver Sea,

Glamoured in mists of the Silver Sea,--
Pearl of the Silver Sea!
Glancing and glimmering under the sun.
Jewel and casket all in one,
Joy supreme of
the sun's day dream,
Soft in the gleam of the golden beam,--
Pearl of the Silver Sea!
Splendour of Hope in the rising sun,
Glory of Love in the noonday sun,
Wonder of
Faith in the setting sun,--
Pearl of the Silver Sea!
Gaunt and grim to the outer world,
Jewel and casket all impearled

With the kiss of the
Silver Sea!--
With the flying kiss of the Silver Sea,
With the long sweet kiss of the
Silver Sea,
With the rainbow kiss of the Silver Sea,--
Pearl of the Silver Sea!
And oh the sight,--the wonderful sight,
When calm and white, in the mystic light
Of
her quivering pathway, broad and bright,
The Queen of the Night, in silver dight,

Sails over the Silver Sea!
Wherever I go, and wherever I be,
The joy and the longing are there with me,--
The

gleam and the glamour come back to me,--
In a mystical rapture there comes to me,

The call of the Silver Sea!
As needle to pole is my heart to thee,
Pearl of the Silver
Sea!
E.A., Nov. 6, 1900
Bright stars of Faith and Hope, her eyes
Shall shine for us through all the years.
For all her life was Love, and fears
Touch not
the love that never dies.
And Death itself, to her, was but
The wider opening of the door
That had been opening, more and more,
Through all
her life, and ne'er was shut.
--And never shall be shut. She left
The door ajar for you and me,
And, looking after her, we see
The glory shining
through the cleft.
And when our own time comes,--again
We'll meet her face to face;--again
Well see the star-shine; and again
She'll greet us
with her soft, "Come ben!"
THE PASSING OF THE QUEEN
_Hark! The drums! Muffled drums!
The long low ruffle of the drums_!--
And every
head is bowed,
In the vast expectant crowd,
As the Great Queen comes,--
By the
way she knew so well,
Where our cheers were wont to swell,
As we tried in vain to
tell
Of our love unspeakable.
Now she comes
To the rolling of the drums,
And the
slow sad tolling of the bell.
Let every head be bowed,
In the silent waiting crowd,

As the Great Queen comes,
To the slow sad ruffle of the drums!
_Who is this that comes,
To the rolling of the drums,
In the sorrowful great silence of
the peoples_?
Take heart of grace,
She is not here!
The Great Queen is not here!

What most in her we did revere,--
The lofty spirit, white and clear,
The tender love
that knew no fear,
The soul sincere,--
These come not here,
To the rolling of the
drums,

In the silence and the sorrow of the peoples.
_Death has but little part
In her. Love cannot die.
Who reigns in every heart
Hath
immortality_.
So, though our heads are bent,
Our hearts are jubilant,
As she
comes,--
As a conqueror she comes--
With the rolling of the drums,
To the stateliest
of her homes,
In the hearts of her true and faithful peoples.
_For the Great Queen

lives for ever
In the hearts of those who love her.
January, 1901_.
THE GOLDEN CORD
Through every minute of this day,
Be with me, Lord!
Through every day of all this week,
Be with me, Lord!
Through every week of all this year,
Be with me, Lord!
Through all the years of all this life,
Be with me, Lord!
So shall the days and weeks and years
Be threaded on a golden
cord,
And all draw on with sweet accord
Unto Thy fulness, Lord,
That so, when
time is past,
By Grace, I may at last,
Be with Thee, Lord.
THANK GOD FOR PEACE!
JUNE, 1902
Thank God for Peace!
Up to the sombre sky
Rolled one great thankful sigh,
Rolled
one great gladsome cry--
The soul's deliverance of a mighty people.
Thank God for Peace!
The long-low-hanging war-cloud rolled away,
And night glowed brighter than the
brightest day.
For Peace is Light,
And War is grimmer than the Night.
Thank God for Peace!
Great ocean, was your mighty calm unstirred
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