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a place within His sight;?You are linked unto his throne?Cannot live nor die alone.
4 THE CROCUSES.
In the everlasting arms?Mid life's dangers and alarms?Let calm trust your spirit fill;?Know He's God, and then be still."?Trustingly I raised my head?Hearing what the atom said;?Knowing man is greater far?Than the brightest sun or star.
THE CROCUSES.
They heard the South wind sighing
A murmur of the rain;?And they knew that Earth was longing
To see them all again.
While the snow-drops still were sleeping
Beneath the silent sod;?They felt their new life pulsing
Within the dark, cold clod.
Not a daffodil nor daisy
Had dared to raise its head;?Not a fairhaired dandelion
Peeped timid from its bed;
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Though a tremor of the winter
Did shivering through them run;?Yet they lifted up their foreheads
To greet the vernal sun.
And the sunbeams gave them welcome.
As did the morning air?And scattered o'er their simple robes
Rich tints of beauty rare.
Soon a host of lovely flowers
From vales and woodland burst;?But in all that fair procession
The crocuses were first.
First to weave for Earth a chaplet
To crown her dear old head;?And to beautify the pathway
Where winter still did tread.
And their loved and white haired mother
Smiled sweetly 'neath the touch,?When she knew her faithful children
Were loving her so much.
6 THE PRESENT AGE.
THE PRESENT AGE.
Say not the age is hard and cold--
I think it brave and grand;?When men of diverse sects and creeds
Are clasping hand in hand.
The Parsee from his sacred fires
Beside the Christian kneels;?And clearer light to Islam's eyes
The word of Christ reveals.
The Brahmin from his distant home
Brings thoughts of ancient lore;?The Bhuddist breaking bonds of caste
Divides mankind no more.
The meek-eyed sons of far Cathay
Are welcome round the board;?Not greed, nor malice drives away
These children of our Lord.
And Judah from whose trusted hands
Came oracles divine;?Now sits with those around whose hearts
The light of God doth shine.
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Japan unbars her long sealed gates
From islands far away;?Her sons are lifting up their eyes
To greet the coming day.
The Indian child from forests wild
Has learned to read and pray;?The tomahawk and scalping knife
From him have passed away.
From centuries of servile toil
The Negro finds release,?And builds the fanes of prayer and praise
Unto the God of Peace.
England and Russia face to face
With Central Asia meet;?And on the far Pacific coast,
Chinese and natives greet.
Crusaders once with sword and shield
The Holy Land to save;?From Moslem hands did strive to clutch
The dear Redeemer's grave.
A battle greater, grander far
Is for the present age;
8 THE PRESENT AGE.
A crusade for the rights of man
To brighten history's page.
Where labor faints and bows her head,
And want consorts with crime;?Or men grown faithless sadly say
That evil is the time.
There is the field, the vantage ground
For every earnest heart;?To side with justice, truth and right
And act a noble part.
To save from ignorance and vice
The poorest, humblest child;?To make our age the fairest one
On which the sun has smiled;
To plant the roots of coming years
In mercy, love and truth;?And bid our weary, saddened earth
Again renew her youth.
Oh! earnest hearts! toil on in hope,
'Till darkness shrinks from light;?To fill the earth with peace and joy,
Let youth and age unite:
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To stay the floods of sin and shame
That sweep from shore to shore;?And furl the banners stained with blood,
'Till war shall be no more.
Blame not the age, nor think it full
Of evil and unrest;?But say of every other age,
"This one shall be the best."
The age to brighten every path
By sin and sorrow trod;?For loving hearts to usher in
The commonwealth of God.
DEDICATION POEM.
Dedication Poem on the reception of the annex to?the home for aged colored people, from the bequest of?Mr. Edward T. Parker.
Outcast from her home in Syria
In the lonely, dreary wild;?Heavy hearted, sorrow stricken,
Sat a mother and her child.
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There was not a voice to cheer her
Not a soul to share her fate;?She was weary, he was fainting,
And life seemed so desolate.
Far away in sunny Egypt
Was lone Hagar's native land;?Where the Nile in kingly bounty
Scatters bread with gracious hand.
In the tents of princely Abram
She for years had found a home;?Till the stern decree of Sarah
Sent her forth the wild to roam.
Hour by hour she journeyed onward
From the shelter of their tent,?Till her footsteps slowly faltered
And the water all was spent;
Then she veiled her face in sorrow,
Feared her child would die of thirst?Till her eyes with tears so holden
Saw a sparkling fountain burst.
Oh! how happy was that mother,
What a soothing of her pain;
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When she saw her child reviving,
Life rejoicing through each vein
Does not life repeat this story,
Tell it over day by day ??Of the fountains of refreshment
Ever springing by our way.
Here is one by which we gather,
On this bright and happy day,?Just to bask beside a fountain
Making gladder life's highway.
Bringing unto hearts now aged
Who have borne life's burdens long,?Such a gift of love and mercy
As deserves our sweetest song.
Such a gift that even heaven
May rejoice with us below,?If the pure and holy angels
Join us in our