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Sympathy! thy heaven-born might,
Souls by sorrow bent;
Long'd for, look'd for boon.
Of summer, joyful June!
Or cure much fancied woe.
Wherefore sing so sad a strain? Hardest lessons learnt is gain; Life is short, and brief its pain;
Rest will come full soon; Fairest chances fly away, Why not use them while we may? Tho' we cannot bid thee stay
Thrice welcome, joyful June!
Prophets have for Faith been murder'd, men
Lave sorely been opprest; For their Faith - through much privation
sought they out a habitation," Even in a distant desert, in the wild, uncul.
FAITH AND WORKS. See! the wilds, so long forsaken, into life and
bloom awaken'Tis the meed of Faith unshaken, the reward
of labor too. Faith hath wrought this exultation, for the
woutcasts" of the nation; Yea, through Faith .. God favors Zion"
Faith and Works can wonders do. Ah, this Faith! Can words express it? Can
the jeers of foes suppress it? 'Tis superior to language, far above reproach
and scorn; "Tis indeed the blest assurance, that for pa
tient, brief endurance, We shall reap the full fruition of the hopes
within us born. 'Tis in vain men cry delusion," souls are
thrilled with Faith's infusion, Faith reanimates the spirit as the life-blood
cheers the heart; Needful'tis that we obtain it, needful 'tis that
we retain itThough we never can explain it, Faith doth
power and peace impart. Faith's the fruit of revelation, Faith's the an
chor of salvation; Faith obtains from God a knowledge of the
truth that cheers the soul; Faith's the true appreciation of Christ's love
and meditation; Faith's the force of Truth within us, Faith's
the power that makes us whole. For this Faith it is no wonder, men have e'en
been torn asunder, Men have · cru'lly been tormented,” scorn
ing to accept reprieve, Knowing, though by flends surrounded, that
in truth their faith was founded Scorn'd they to deny for freedom what they
could not but believe; By the ladder of affliction - sword, and fire
and crucifixionFor their Faith, by death's most tortuous, no
blest souls have upward soar'd Passed these martyrs up to glory, leaving us
their deathless story, While the cry, « How long, Thou just One, ere
thy vengeance is outpoured?" Of eternal condemnation there's a fearful res
ervation For the murderers of these just ones, of these
brave, illustrious dead! Read we from the sacred pages, how that
from remotest ages, From the death of righteous Abel," many
for their Faith have bled. So, within this generation, by a free and
Were it lived for self alone;
Beat responsive to our own:
With a constancy divine,
Bright celestial garlands twine. All Love's social sweet surroundings
Give to life a healthful zest, And when these are most expansive,
Then most truly, we are blest; Shall we circumscribe the feelings
Emanating from above,
Even universal love?
That he sacrified his Son.
Shall by love alone be won:
Strive against so broad a plan? Or, in charity and meekness,
Love the family of man? If we recognize as kindred
All the children of our Sire, Shall we limit our affections
And within ourselves retire? No! the truly good and noble
Do rejoico in giving joy, Not alone for self they labor,
Holy Ones their aid employ. For the mission of the angels
Is to cheer and bless the soul; They have joy in this surpassing
Mortal's uttermost control; Surely goodness is immortal,
Charity is all divine, Universal love extendeth
From the God-head's sacred shrine. Whoso these celestial graces
Ever cherish in the heart,
Light and comfort shall impart;
It hath joy's elastic spring It shall ever cheer the giver,
Back to him a blessing bring. Love shall gather love around us,
Onward through the stream of time, Love shall make our old age youthful, And our destinies sublime.
That waits the forming for the dance:
And welcome pleasure's charming glance. Full many a heart beats glad to-night,
As 'round the smoothly polished room Fair creatures robed in costly lace,
Are by their gallant partners borne.
Can right the wrong that stings the heart; No after sorrow, nor bitter tears,
Can bind the link, once torn apart; The hand that lies in your's to-day,
To-morrow, may, with studied art Bring shame, and ruin, grief and tears
To some confiding, trusting heart. Oh, teach the little lips that lisp,
In merry prattle all day-long, To speak the truth, in after life,
'Twill serve to keep their lips from wrong, And teach the little heart to know
That all mankind are kindred here, To love the poor and love as well,
As fortune's favored worldlings dear. It is not that we better are
Than he, our humble brother there,
A beauteous group; a thrilling scene,
Where scores of dainty slippered feet, Keep time to music's quickened pulse,
And to their own light hearts fast beat. Eyes sparkling light the glistening frost
Upon moonlit window panes at night, Red lips that speak a thousand joys,
And cheeks like rosy morning's light.
In twos and twos they circle round
The wide old-fashioned dancing hall, At first so slow that every move
Could plain be noted by them all. But hush! the music faster timed,
The harper thrummed the speaking strings The violin to new life sprung,
The fife a wilder song now sings.
BORN: ENGLAND, FEB. 27, 1811. This gentleman is now a minister the of presbyterian church, and resides at Martinsburg, Indiana. His poems have appeared quite ex
The union may not end,
The bond remove. Let the last day behold A multitude untold, Beneath our flags, wild fold,
United, vast. One sacrifice to bring To heaven's Eternal King, One Savior's praise to sing,
The first, the last.
tensively in the secular and religious press. In 1875 he published Woman - Lost and Gained, in verse; and in 1887 appeared Songs of the War for the Union, a volume of very fine poems.
BE ONE FOREVER.
Ye may not sever.
Let nations hail.
And never fail.
Your light and love.
THEY CALL US AGAIN. They call us again, our comrades slain;
We can hear their voices now; We hardly can meet our friends to greet,
With triumph upon our brow. It is not the call of agony,
It is not the sound of woe; It is a voice above our joys
That none but their comrades know. Our friends are near, our joys are dear:
And sweet is the maiden's smile; But stern the strife that awaits our life,
And rugged the warrior's toil.
Their well-known voices rise.
They beckon us from the skies. .. Adieu, sweet maids and rustic shades,
Ye honored friends and true.
Or fall and sleep with you."
Billowing o'er ether waves EDWARD JOHN COLCORD.
All the blue arch it leaves BORN: PARSONSFIELD, ME., JULY 28, 1849.
Night overflowing. For three years Mr. Colcord taught school. | Light as the sunbeam lies fond arms shall He graduated in 1881 at the Newton theologi
hold thee; cal seminary, and for two years preached in Deep as the night that dies love hath controllAmherst, N. H. In 1883 the Rev. Edward Col.
Love shall enfold thee.
Daylight is streaming;
Night stars are dreaming.
Prince of a royal line,
Love is forever.
JENNIE SAYRE THE poems of Miss Sayre have appeared extensively in the newspapers of Nebraska, in which state she now resides at Waco.
EDWARD JOHN COLCORD. cord became a teacher of ancient languages and general history in Vermont academy. Since 1889 Mr. Colcord has been professor in a college at Columbia, S. C. The poems and other productions of this writer have appeared quite extensively in the periodical press, and his name appears in the Poets of Maine.
PRINCE'S DREAM SONG.
Daylight is ending;
Night is descending.
(thee; Radiant as stars that rise soft eyes adore
Prince of the peerless line,
Love is before thee.
Daylight is glowing;
THE DODGING CHURCHMAN.
I will earnestly talk and pray;
Let all the world take note,
Excepting when I vote.
I'm a zealous temperance man;
But I cannot vote the plan.
I will speak its praise each day;
But I cannot vote that way.
For the cause is weak to-day;
But I cannot vote that way.
And whisky rule at last.
Shall not effect my will,
But vote for whisky still.