Permission of Steps beyond a lifting latch Veiled- -as glad eyes blind with tears O, not far they dwell, not far, Star-sown heights nor depths can part Ramparts of the sunrise sky, Bastions of infinity, Are but outworks of the home Unto which we two shall come. Here the gate is open wide There the farthest courts of space Center on one altar-side, Lighted by one blessed Face. We on earth our own above, Linked in hope and life and love For the city where they went -Mabel Earle. "Goodby, Till Morning" We part, but not with aught of pain, "Good-by, till morning come again,' The shade of death brings thought of pain, Our hearts would sing the glad refrain, -Anon. And still their silent ministry Within my heart hath place, As when on earth they walked with me Their lives are made forever mine; Mine are they by an ownership Nor time nor death can free; For God hath given love to keep Its own eternally. -Frederick L. Hosmer. She filled life's empty cup to me Out of the dark she came to me, But the night is never the same to me She left a hope of day! -Odell Shepard. The Choir Invisible H, MAY I join the choir invisible In minds made better by their presence; live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end in self, In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, To make undying music in the world, Breathing as beauteous order that controls With growing sway the growing life of man. Which martyred men have made more glorious That purest heaven, to be to other souls -George Eliot. How Somewhere OW can I cease to pray for thee? Somewhere Can he not reach thee with his tender care? What matters it to Him who holds within The hollow of his hand all worlds, all space, Somewhere thou livest and hast need of Him; That thou must pass to reach the hills sublime. Then all the more because thou canst not hear, -Julia Caroline Dorr. Plus Ultra FAR beyond the sunrise and the sunset rises Heaven, with worlds on worlds that lighten and respond: Thought can see not thence the goal of hope's surmises Far beyond. Night and day have made an everlasting bond Each with each to hide in yet more deep disguises Truth, till souls of men that thirst for truth despond. All that man in pride of spirit slights or prizes, All the dreams that make him fearful, fain or fond, Fade at forethought's touch of life's unknown surprises Far beyond. -Algernon Charles Swinburne. Auld Lang Syne T SINGETH low in every heart, IT We hear it, each and all, A song of those who answer not, However we may call; They throng the silence of the breast, The kind, the brave, the true, the sweet, 'Tis hard to take the burden up, More homelike seems the vast unknown, They cannot be where God is not, On any sea or shore; Whate'er betides, their love abides, And God's forevermore. -J. W. Chadwick. The Song Celestial (Bagavad-Gita) NAY, but as when one layeth His worn-out robes away, And, taking new ones, sayeth, "These will I wear today!" So putteth by the spirit Lightly its garb of flesh, And passeth to inherit A residence afresh. Trans. by Edwin Arnold. |