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Sympathy! thy heaven-born might,
Lines the gloomiest clouds with light,
Turning oft to paths of right

Souls by sorrow bent;
Fate doth hold us so in thrall -
Is it strange some faint and fall?
Well it is, the Judge of all
Looks at the heart's intent.

Gone, the chilly wintry blast;
Gone, the hours so overcast;
Sunnier days have dawn'd at last-

Long'd for, look'd for boon.
Loveliest skies! by mortal's seen -
Flowers, and fruits and grasses green -
Greet thy coming, beauteous queen

Of summer, joyful June!
Rip'ling streams and murmuring trees,
Weird and mystic harmonies,
Sights and sounds that well might ease,

Or cure much fancied woe.
Like an inspirational voice -
Nature! bids us all rejoice,
Free to all, her blessings choice,
As is the sunshine's glow.

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.

tured west.

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

favor'd nation,

Oh, this life would be a burden

Were it lived for self alone;
Did not loving hearts and faithful

Beat responsive to our own:
Did not pure affection's fingers,

With a constancy divine,
Ever 'round our inmost feelings

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,
Which the gods delight to practice -

Even universal love?
God so loved the whole creation

That he sacrified his Son.
And the world's entire salvation

Shall by love alone be won:
Shall we, in our selfish weakness,

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,
In most trying times and places

Light and comfort shall impart;
Love extendeth and reboundeth,

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.

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Light feet; impatient of the long delay,

That waits the forming for the dance:
Light hearts that chase dull cares away

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.

Be not too rash, no human skill,

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.

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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.


Alas, I must lay my crown aside!
My robes by summer-time beautified;
Around my head must the lone winds sigb;
About my feet must my raiment fly.
Alas, alas, for so it was made,
And all that's lovely here must fade.
But mark ye, men, as ye tread the ground,
The grandest carpet for you I've found;
When ye fall like me will ye fall to show
The handsomest mantle mortals know?
Shall moral beauty your form adorn,
Or blighted, and ruined, and stripped and

You lay on the earth under careless feet,
No tints of grandeur, no fragrance meet.
Oh happy for me, if my time be come -
I am richer robed than by vernal bloom.
So the traveler saith as he passeth by,
What a beautiful death these forests die,
And anxious will wait for a time to see
What blossomed array my spring garb be.

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.

Ye fair and fertile states,
Ye queenly sister mates,

Ye may not sever.
One like the heavens above,
One like the ocean move

One like your tongue and name,
One like your mark and aim,

Let nations hail.
As stars each other light,
As streams and seas unite,

And never fail.
While star and planet burns,
While sun and moon by turns
Pour in each other's urns,

Your light and love.
Till star from star shall rend,
Till moon from sun descend,

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.
From many a grave by the distant wave

Their well-known voices rise.
They call us away - we dare not stay;

They beckon us from the skies. .. Adieu, sweet maids and rustic shades,

Ye honored friends and true.
We come, ye brave, our land to save,

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.

ed thee;
Hither from viewless lands,
Gift of immortal hands

Love shall enfold thee.
Ever while morns arise
Glorious o'er all the skies

Daylight is streaming;
Ever as twilight wanes
Strewn o'er the violet plains

Night stars are dreaming.
Wide as the morning gleams swells life's en-

Dear as a night of dreams Hope fadeth never;

Prince of a royal line,
Sweeter than life of thine

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.

Faro'er the crystal sea
Shadows float dreamily,

Daylight is ending;
Launched on the azure tide
Slowly the pale stars glide,

Night is descending.
Fair as the day that flies beauty bends o'er

(thee; Radiant as stars that rise soft eyes adore

Prince of the peerless line,
Hither from worlds divine

Love is before thee.
Fleetly from realms afar,
Wafted through sun and star

Daylight is glowing;

I'm a temperance man. I will do what I can;

I will earnestly talk and pray;
I will labor with might for the cause of

But I cannot vote that way.
With eloquence warm I will urge reform,

Let all the world take note,
I never shirk from temperance work

Excepting when I vote.
I will labor so that the world may know

I'm a zealous temperance man;
I will talk of laws that will aid the cause,

But I cannot vote the plan.
My tongue shall delight to talk of right,

I will speak its praise each day;
I will urge it strong on the listening throng,

But I cannot vote that way.
A vote for the right is lost from sight,

For the cause is weak to-day;
It might grow strong if helped along,

But I cannot vote that way.
With the party strong, though the cause be

My vote will still be cast,
Though want and woe in streams may flow

And whisky rule at last.
The widow's groan, the orphan's moan,

Shall not effect my will,
I will pity them though and tell them so,

But vote for whisky still.

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