!>m»/y/,ii'^/j'/iim^/jistmlmtmti A.titvl'x^ \b\ur\^ PR4779.Hl'2S6""'™""'"-"'™'^ Songs of sunshine, 3 1924 013 481 449 :i8^ FarnlngVam (Marianne) Songs of Sun- =hlTifi. cr. 8vo. cloth. 2S. i»7£_ SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Cornell University Library The original of tliis book is in tlie Cornell University Library. There are no known copyright restrictions in the United States on the use of the text. http://www.archive.org/details/cu31924013481449 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. MARIANNE FARNINGHAMcos^u.^^ Author of ^^ Lays and Lyrics of iJie Blessed Life " *^ Girlhood" " Leaves froju Elim" ^^ Home LifCf^ " Echoes from the Valley" &'c. l/OitlJ0n : JAMES CLARKE & CO., 13 & 14, FLEET STREET. HODDER & STOUGIITON, 27, PATERNOSTER ROW., 1878. ^-^(.\^"\'^ CONTENTS. PAGE I A Morning Song In Green Pastures 3 The Time of the Singing of Birds S The Snowdrops ... ' 6 The Cuckoo's Song 8 The King's Face 9 A Thought for Passion Week n The Easter Message 12 The Children's Easter Hymns 14 A Prayer for Spring iS First Violets 16 The Robin in May 18 Work and Pray 20 A Song of Praise 21 The Larks on the Shore 23 One of the Crowd 24 The Last Hymn 28 A Whisper ■ 30 Beloved 31 A Late Summer 33 Within the House 34 June 36 After Dull Days 37 The Children's Psalm 39 vi CONTENTS. PAGE When the Grass was Green 41 After the Storm 42 Won 43 A Sabbath of Song 46 The Children's Holiday 47 The Song of the Ivy 48 "We Preach Christ Crucified" 50 Long Ago 52 We shall See Him as He is S4 A Busy World S6 Time to Rest 57 A Rough Sea 59 A Peacemaker 60 A Morning of Anticipation 62 A Name 63 Rest Time 65 The Friends We Love 66 Made Strong 68 The Lord is Thy Keeper 69 A Summer Message 71 Across the Sea 73 A Happy Day 74 The Saviour's Wish 76 After a Rough Sea 77 To the End 79 Guest Chambers 80 A Review 82 Two Voices 83 From the City to the Sea 8s Fellow Citizens 86 Summer Winds 87 Summer Sadness 89 A Labourer's Song 90 A Voice from a Marriage Feast 92 Ready for Action \ 94 CONTENTS. VU PAGE An Ante-Song 95 A Thought of Peace 97 Seaward 98 Morning and Night loo Looking On 102 Mary 103 In the Morning 106 The Silent Nightingale 107 You AND I 109 Late iii In the Wilderness... 112 Many Happy Returns 115 March in Fairlight Glen 117 In Shanklin Chine ii8 .Sabbath in Darenth Vale 120 Weston Woods 121 The Stranger's Ground ■■ ... 123 Dove Nest 124 Sir Walter Scott at Kenilworth 126 By Charlotte Bronte's Grave 127 Montgomery's Tomb 129 Nottingham Cemetery 130 At the Land's End 132 The Church in the Wood 134 In Grasmere Churchyard 136 FuRNESs Abbey 137 The Robins in Dudley Castle 139 Livingstone 141 Shakespeare's House at Stratford 143 In Black Gang Chine 144 In Lancaster Castle 146 A Scene in Lancashire 148 Church Ruins 149 A Modern Hero 151 One Year Old 153 CONTENTS. "The Crowning Song" An Old Latch Two Homes The First Ix)ss A Blessing for the Boys The First Birthday in Heaven ... The Evensong Great Grandmamma Twenty Years At Home First Mothers in Heaven A Child's Hymn A Hundred Years' Ministry "A Hundred Years for Jesus" ... The Meeting Place In the Synagogue at N^^areth ... The Accessible Friend The Master's Invitation The Storm Will He Hear? Understood The New Life The Assembly The Week of Prayer The Song of the Jubilee Singers Our Father One Day in Seven The First Missionaries Desiring Knowledge Paul's Vision " Away with Him " Night in the Castle An Hour in a Life The Altar to the Unknown God A Parting CONTENTS. Paul's Journey Almost Persuaded "Whose I am and Whom I Serve" And Wished for the Day' The Meeting of Friends The Finished Life Resting The Name Through a Thunderstorm A Door of Hope Summer Evening Never Forsaken Early Sunsets A Song of the Way... The Flsherman's Sunday " He Careth for You" By the Sea Side A Harvest Song The Ingathering "Friend After Friend Departs" Nineveh In Remembrance '.. Rebekah Elisha's Death Conquerors A Song op Hope At Jesus' Feet Give us Thy Peace The Withered Hand Two Lands Morning and Evening Prayers ... The King's Message Life's Work Passing Pleasures The Summer's Farewell X CONTENTS. PAGE Autumn Winds 266 The Wealthy Land 267 Brought Nearer 269 Home from Work 270 News ... 271 Last Flowers 274 October 275 Faded Leaves 277 October Seas 278 The End of a Good Life 280 The Reapers 282 Our Dwelling Place 284 A Message from the Sea 286 Met Again 28S A Prayer for the Times 290 The Love of Jesus 292 The Father 293 A Sunday from Home 295 Violets in November 297 " I Will Never Leave Thee " 299 A Blind Man's Story 301 The Beloved of the Lord 306 In the Gloaming 308 Storm Prayers 309 Shortening Days 310 Two Sunsets 312 Bare Trees 313 The Woman who was a SIN^fER 314 The Beauty of the King 319 A New Path 320 Dark Nights 322 The Father's Promise 323 In the Hush 325 The Master's Watch 1327 The House of God , 329 CONTENTS. XI PAGE The Blessing of Naphtali ■ 331 God's Gift ■ 332 A Story of the Sea ■ 334 The Blind Girl's Song ■ 337 Jairus ■ 339 The Captivity of Israel • 344 The Indian Famine • 345 The Close of a Letter • 346 Round the Fire • 348 The Loss of the "Eurydice" ■ 350 Winter Work... ■ 352 Christmas Carols • 353 From Bethlehem • 356 Christmas Thoughts • 357 The Dying Year . 358 The New Year . 360 Waiting for the Summons . 362 The Fisher-lad's Holiday ■ 363 A New Year's Prayer • 365 Transition . 367 The Year of Release . 369 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. A MORNING SONG. " My voice shall Thou hear in the morning, O Lord." Father most merciful ! Glad, in the dawning, All things awake to sing praises to Thee ; Thou art the giver of joy in the morning, , Spreading Thy sunlight o'er meadow and sea ; Bright birds soar up in the thin air to greet Thee, Sweet-scented blossoms look forth for Thy face. And Thy children go out into- daylight to meet Thee, Finding Thy footprints in every new place. Thou hast been near, when the shadows, like sorrows, Darkened the world into silence and night ; Thou hast been near when the hastening to-morrows Laden with duties stepped forth into sight ; Thou hast been with us when hours were the fleetest. Passing like dreams from the hands that would hold. Thou hast remained when the moments were sweetest. Changing the dross of the time info gold. Shall we not praise Thee, O Father most tender ? Shall we not sing of Thy wonderful love ? Now that the day breaks, oh what shall we render For this Thy new gift coming down from above ? SONGS OF SUNSHINE Every new day some great wonder is telling, Every fresh hour does some promise fulfil ; And this morn, while Thy praises are rising and swelling. Our joy is that Thou dost abide with us still. A day has been bom, a new day has been given. Fresh from the hand of its Maker and King ; It gently floats down from its birthplace in heaven, And waits our acceptance with all it shall bring ; It comes from our Father with hands full of blessing, Some light loads to bear, and some labours to share ; And whether its scenes shall be glad or distressing. We greet it with joy and begin it with prayer. Father most merciful, give for our guerdon The joy of Thy presence whate'er may befall, Give courage to fight, or to carry the burden. And faith to be cheerful and quiet through all ; The patience of hope and the joy of forbearing. Oh, give to us now in the gladness of light, And when silence and shade are the evening declaring. Oh, give us Thy pardon to comfort at night. " My voice shalt Thou hear in the joy of the morning," So sings the glad heart as it rests by the sea. And waits for the bliss of that wonderful dawning. When eyes that have slept shall be opened by Thee ; Ere long on the earth shall that great day be breaking. And all from their sleep shall come forth at Thy word, Oh, then to the joy of Thy kingdom awaking, " My voice shalt Thou hear in the morning, O Lord." SONGS OF SUNSHINE. IN GREEN PASTURES. " He maketh me to lie down in green pastures," 'TwAS the time of the July weather, and high was the sun in the sky, But so long were the hours of labour that the toilers would often sigh. And they dreamed of the quiet waters, and the tender grass and flowers Where the glad birds sing their anthems, and there fall refreshing showers ; Yet the dreams were but mocking phantoms, and still in the dusty street They sighed for the rest God giveth in the midst of the summer heat. But there came to the weary workers at the time that He deemed the best For the head and the heart's refreshing His guerdon of blessed rest; With a smile that was kind and tender He called them to come aside, And away in the shady forest or the slopes of the meadows hide, And soon from the hills and woodlands, through the lingering summer days, There rose to the sunny heaven the sound of the workers' praise — " He maketh me to rest Where the greenest pastures be. The King who knoweth best When the hands toil wearily. He bids the eyes to close In a time of glad repose. 4 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. " He maketh me to take The joy which I dared not ask. Who, working for His sake, Would care to leave his task .' But at last at the Lord's commands Comes the time for the folded hands. " He maketh me to lie down / Not to stand for a moment's rest. But to sleep on the heather brown, Or watch the sun in the west, With leisure to feel arid love, And talk to the King above. " He maketh me rest afar Where the fair green ^pastures are. Not near to the dusty street With its noise and its burning heat, Disturbed by the strife and rush, But here in the meadow's hush. " Oh, sweet is the rest to me Where the quiet waters be, All day will I gladly sing Of the love of the gracious King, Who gives to the child oppressed The season of precious rest." 'Twas the time of the sultry weather, but the Master, with pitying smile, Looked tenderly down on the workers who were thankful to rest awhile. And He scented the air with roses, and spoke in the fragrant breeze To the singers who joined the anthems of the birds in the spreading trees, Till they joyfully said together, " His servants are always blest. For after the heat and burden He giveth His perfect rest." SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 5 And I saw that the joy was greatest, that the Master Himself was there Blessing the resting workers in the calm of the summer air ; He perfected strength in weakness, He took from the heart its pain, He gave to His own good lessons ere they went to their work again ; And so it was little wonder that from mountain and stream and wood There arose through the air a chorus, " O praise Him, for He is good." THE TIME OF THE SINGING OF BIRDS. " Oh, the weary, dreary winter ! " Do not mind it, it is past ; That wild snowstorm, strong and bitter. That fell on you was the last. Now the sunbeams dance and glisten. And the sparkling southern sea Brings to shore a gladsome message. Friend, for you and me. All the world was sad and silent, Not a day was bright and fair ; Only sighs of sin or sorrow Seemed to fill the heavy air. Now the thrush and blackbird's solos Rise from many a budding tree, Soon shall burst the great joy-chorus, Friend, for you and me. Not a daisy in the meadow Dared to open its closed eyes. Scarce the violets had courage To confront the wrathful skies. Now a thousand laughing beauties, Sweet, and very fair to see, Lift their voices in glad greeting, Friend, to you and me. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Bare of leaf, the wintry forest Was the home of naked trees, And the tall forms shrank and shivered, From the ice-cold, cruel breeze. Now a fair new robe is making. And each twig of every tree Has some young leaves safely folded. Friend, for you and me. Do you know how earth is waking To the dawn of pleasure's day ? Do you hear the lark's glad matins Sung in temples far away ? Oh, at last the guest is coming. Whom our hearts have longed to see ; Coming laden with good blessings. Friend, for you and me. Let the sadness and the sorrow For God's brighter gifts make room, Since the time of the glad singing Of the merry birds has come ; Let us also sing sweet praises, God has caused the spring to be ! There's a part in earth's full chorus, Friend, for you and me. THE SNOWDROPS. They are merrily lifting their pleasant heads From the covered depths of their wintry beds, And as they are thrust through the softening earth They seem to promise a summer's birth ; They nod their greeting, and bend to say, " The flowers are coming, we lead the way.'' SONGS OF SUNSHINE. It is true there is frost in the thickened air, That fields are empty, that trees are bare. That stems look shrivelled, and thin, and old, That lanes are barren, and hill-sides cold, But shortly the winter shall disappear. For snowdrops have come, and the spring is near. We know that the hard, brown garden beds. That are dotted o'er with the snowdrops' heads. Shall be, through the beautiful months, the place Of delicate beauty and winsome grace ; For crowds of blossoms shall smile and glow In rainbow hues where the snowdrops grow. So we gladly welcome the pure white flowers. For they brighten the dulness of dreary hours. And they tell of the azure skies above. Which shall shine when the clouds of mist remove. And of gay birds coming on rapid wing. To fill with music the merry spring. These flowers of promise that deck the land Are loving gifts from our Father's hand ; They tell us that sorrow will soon be o'er. And the light, as it spreads to the sea and shore. Shall bring to the tired and dreary heart Some token true of a brighter part. Let all who look on the snowdrops white Thank God once more for the cheery sight. And take fresh courage. Each day shall bring Nearer and nearer the joy of spring ; And those whom trouble has rendered sad. Shall have God in heaven to make them glad. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. THE CUCKOO'S SONG. Over green meadows where daisies grow, And buttercups shine with a golden glow, Where the cowslip raises its tender head, Where the glad bees hum, and the young lambs tread, And aspiring grasses together throng. We hear the sound of the cuckoo's song. The birds have gathered from south and west To sing in the homes that they love the best ; They warble many a praiseful word, And hold " May meetings " with sweet accord ; But the favourite speaker of all the throng Is heard when we list to the cuckoo's song. It tells that the hawthorn hedge is green. And soon shall the blossoms white be seen ; It says it is time for the earth to raise Its hallelujahs of joyous praise ; It promises days that are fair and long, And therefore love we the cuckoo's song. It takes us back to the merry Mays Of the happy, far-away childhood's days, The time of wonderful life-like dreams Of silver seas, where the sunlight gleams, Of hours to which nothing but joy belongs, And life is as cheery as cuckoo songs. It takes us forward to strange new bliss, When we all shall be waked by an angel's kiss, To look on a land that is bathed in light. And wear a garment of snowy white. And take our places God's hosts among, And wish no more for the cuckoo's song. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. It bids our hearts to be never sad For the winter's stay, but be strong and glad, To share in the joy of the sunny hours. And cull the honey from all life's flowers ; And do good work as we pass along, Cheered by the sound of the cuckoo's song. So who does not welcome the singer back To the old grey woods and familiar track ? He brings a message of hope to all, Do you hear it under the strange sweet call ? " God sends you gladness, it hastes along. And the earnest comes in the cuckoo's song." THE KING'S FACE. The sun shone down from the bright blue skies On the laughing earth below. The golden buttercups gaily gleamed In the naidst of the daisy-snow ; The water laved the forget-me-nots, And the bursting buds of May Adorned the hedges arrayed in green. And the world was glad that day. The larks went up through the tremulous air, And they poured a shower of song That found its way to the hearts of men As they slowly passed along. The blackbirds sang and the cuckoos called. And the bees went humming by. And fields and meadows and merry birds Told that the King was nigh. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. The church bells chimed till the place was filled With the music soft and clear, The sound stole out to the hills afar And over the valleys near, And the tale they brought was a gladsome one To hear on that Sabbath-day, For it said that the King whom we all desired Was coming along the way. The air was sweet with the scent of flowers. And it blew from the balmy West ; The week was over, and care and toil Had taught us to pray for rest ; But we looked to heaven with wistful eyes, And longed that the day might bring The crowning joy and the perfect peace Of the presence of the King. And He swiftly came to the waiting hearts. And the eyes by grief made dim ; He gave repose to the weary ones Who had often sighed for Him. A gift of strength to the weak He brought, The timid He rendered brave, And those who sighed for the wasted past Knew that He came to save. The sunshine streamed through the window-panes Of the churches, great and small. But the peace was deeper than summer brings Which rested upon them all ; The child's fair face grew strangely glad, And the old man's snowy hair Was bowed in thanks for the hallowed joy That came af the hour of prayer. And the King went farther to silent homes Where the mourners sat that day. To beds where the sick and the dying were. And He took the pain away ; SONGS OF SUNSHINE. And oh, wherever the Master came, He brightened the meanest place, For the summer comes to the inmost soul Of all who but see His face. A THOUGHT FOR PASSION WEEK. We pass again through the old, old story. And read new meanings between the lines ; We look once more at the grief and glory Around the cross where the true light shines ; And this is the comfort we have to-day — Christ once died ; but He lives for aye. Of all He did we can read together ; We cannot forget the good words He said ; And even the joy of the bright spring weather Hides not the thought of the Saviour dead ; But this is the song that we sing to-day — He died once only ; He lives for aye. We think to-day of the Saviour's pity. His love for children, His care for men. The tears He wept o'er the doomed city. The health and healing He brought again ; And know, with gladness, His travail o'er. He died ; but He liveth for evermore. How closely and fondly He drew about Him In those last hours the friends He loved ; He knew how sad they would be without Him, And unto the end His care He proved. He told them that though He must pass away, He would rise again, and would live for aye. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. But, ere He left them, He prayed the Father To keep His children through His name ; Not to take them to heaven, but help them rather To live for His glory, free from blame. And then He passed into death's wild strife, That He might give them eternal life. We can but mourn for His mighty sorrow, The bitter hours in Gethsemane ; The clouded morn and the dark to-morrow ; But now we think of the Saviour free. And sing with triumph this song to-day. The Lord once died ; but He lives for aye. So why should we ever be sad and sighing. While flowers in beauty grow bright and bloom .' And why should we think of our Master, dying, And going down to the darksome tomb ? Death could not hold Him, He lives to-day, And because He rose we shall live for aye. THE EASTER MESSAGE. " He is risen : He is not here : go your way, tell His disciples and Peter that He goeth before you." — Mark xvi. 6, 7. Once, the three women, no longer affrighted, Told to sad watchers a word that delighted, Proving to them that their mourning was o'er ; This was the message that changed their deep sadness Into the joy of a sudden great gladness, — " Jesus is risen, He goeth before." Long years have passed, but each spring-time returning, Touches some hearts with an infinite yearning, And bids timid lips to be silent no more ; SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 1 3 Love sends them forth in an earnest endeavour, To comfort the mourners with this word for ever, " Jesus is risen. He goeth before." Easter has come ; and again with devotion, Disciples are telling in tones of emotion. The tidings of gladness on every far shore ; Sad hearts grow light at the good proclamation, " Jesus once died for the whole world's salvation," " "jfesus is risen, He goeth before." Hosts of fair children whose thoughtful eyes glisten, Young men and maidens who love as they listen. Hear once again the glad story told o'er ; World-weary men with tired heads and grave faces And aged ones hear, as they wait for His graces, " Jesus is risen. He goeth before" Far, far away, o'er the blue, wind-stirred ocean, Strangers are moved by the gentle commotion. Thinking of Christ who the world's sorrows bore ; In ice-fields and palm groves the people are praying, And men of all colours are thankfully saying, — " Jesus is risen. He goeth before" And as we go forth, fellow-travellers meeting, We also take up the glad words of that greeting. And say to each other. Be sorry no more. For why should we think of our Saviour as dying.' And why wait at Calvary, mournfully sighing, Since " Jesus is risen and goeth before " ? Him let us follow with joy overflowing And hearts that at thought of the Master are glowing, And eager to serve Him till time is no more. And soon a glad Easter to us will be given. We also shall rise and be with Him in heaven. Since " Jesus is risen and goeth before" 14 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. THE CHILDREN'S EASTER HYMNS. They gather together for joyous songs, The children whom Christ has blest, Not yet are they burdened with care or woe, , But they know of the Master's rest, They know how He taketh the little ones Into His arms again, They have heard how the weary and sinful crowds Were healed of their sin and pain. They know the story, so often told, How the King of the worlds came down. Laying aside His robes of light And His wonderful starry crown, To love and labour, to do and bear All things for the good of men, To be rejected, but still toil on. To suifer, yet love again. , They did not mourn through the days of Lent, - Nor fast for a grief long past. Though they thought sometimes of the Saviour's death And the rest that He had at last. The children cannot be sighing long, They are glad of the Easter joy ; Their faces beam with the light of love. While praises their lips employ. And xet, is it aught to these little ones That at Easter a garden-grave Was opened in silence at break of day, And One "who was strong to save Arose and came to His mourning friends, And proved that He lived again. That all who loved Him should die in peace. And rise with the King to reign ? SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 15 It is very much to the children bands. God open their eyes to see, Till they gratefully say of the Lord of life, " He liveth and loveth me." Till they come to His feet in their early days, And practise the songs they sing. Who have gained with gladness their Easter-tide, And live with the risen King. Far, far away from the heavenly hosts, Are the children singing now, But the echoes sweet from the better land Come to them where they bow : They read this truth in the young spring flowers, That rise from the cold, dark sod, " The soul that loveth shall rise again And live with the Son of God." A PRAYER FOR SPRING. " Restore unto me the joy of Thy salvation." Thy sun is on the meadows, and Thy flowers adorn the hills. There is a sparkling pleasure on the rivers and the rills ; The green earth smiles in gladness to the clear blue skies above, And everything rejoices in the living Father's love ; But I cry in supplication : Let me share the spring I see — • The joy of Thy salvation, O God, restore to me. I hear the world's joy-music, for the spring is in the vale, The cuckoo sings for gladness, and the loving nightingale ; And at the hour of daybreak their sonnets fill the air. While I can only whisper at Thy feet my passion-prayer : O Giver of the gladness that in all Thy world I see, The joy of Thy salvation in pity give to me. 1 6 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. I, too, would join the singing, and I, too, would share the joy ; These hours of dawning summer I would fain for Thee employ ; There have been happy seasons when my life was full of song, And, marching to heart-music, I have passed Thy ways along ; But then it was Thy presence which had made me glad and free, Father, in Thy tenderness restore that joy to me. How can I speak to others as in happy days of yore ? My heart is sad with sighing for the bliss I knew before ; 1 walk amid the shadows, though Thy sunshine lights the earth, Nor bees, nor birds, nor laughing flowers, can move me with their mirth ; I am almost too tired to hope, I can but cry to Thee, The joy of Thy salvation, O God, restore to me. O give me the renewing which Thou sendest with the spring. And move my heart to loving, and teach my lips to sing ; If Thou dost say " Forgiven," I shall have my summer days, And fill them all with happy songs to the loving Father's praise. O pitiful and mighty One, Thy mercy let me see. And the joy of Thy salvation, O God, restore to me. FIRST VIOLETS. Very tired I was, with longing For the coming of the spring. For the gloom of lingering winter Darkened over everything. Cruel winds that had no pity Rushed across the snow-clad moor, And they beat against the casement. And came stealing through the door. All without the day was sombre. And within my heart was sad. And I said, Oh, weary winter, When shall spring-time make me glad 1 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. IJ * Then inside a folded letter, Sent through kindly thought of me, Came a bunch of purple violets From a home beside the sea ; And the written message told me That they grew in open air, In some spot where herald sunbeams Came to make March mornings fair. And to say that though the winter Had been long and desolate, Gladsome spring was on her journey, Though her coming might be late. Then it seemed that some kind fairy Moved about my sunlesS room. For I had a golden vision Of bright flowers and sweet perfume ; Primrose carpets spread before me, And the fair anemones, And moss-beds, with bright fern-curtains, And the wild-wood's symphonies Mingled with the cuckoos' voices. And lark-songs across the lea, And I said. Oh, spring-time hasten With thy wealth of joy to.me. But the violets made me patient (We can wait when hope is strong). And though sleet-showers fell about me, I could sing a summer-song, For my heart had taken comfort Since each fragrant violet Told me of a joy-time coming, Whose full sweetness was not yet. One fair flower brings others after, And warm suns and gentle showers Soon shall make the earth a. garden With gay multitudes of flowers. 2 1 8 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. And the violets in whispers Told me something better still. Very long I have been waiting For God's peace my heart to fill ; For the rest of the eternal ; For the day that has no night ; For the end of earth's dark passage, And the dawn of endless light. And the blessings that come to me From the presence of the King, Are the first flowers that assure me Of the hastening of that spring. THE ROBIN IN MA Y. One in a chorus has little note. There are sounds of joy from a scarlet throat. Plaintive, pathetic, then sweetly glad, Are the songs of the singer in red vest clad ; But the orchestra, crowded with art and grace. Can give to the robin no foremost place. For the solos in'glees, songs, and madrigals. Are sung by the thrushes and nightingales. It is true that in winters of frost and snow. When the world is in mourning, and sighs for woe, When the woods are silent of mirth and song. And the reign of the Cold King is harsh and long, That the little singer with cheery breast Is the one great favourite loved the best. And the songs he sings to the household bands Are gladly applauded by hearts and hands. But the earth's great festival held in May Bids us all rejoice in the holiday. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. I9 And armies of birds with the sun come out, The cuckoos utter their greeting shout, The blackbirds answer the joyous lark, And the woods are vocal from dawn to dark, For the sweetest singers have come in throngs, — And nobody values the robin's songs. But the little bird in the glowing vest Has no feelings of envy within his breast ; He treats not the singers with cold disdain, Nor is silent and dull, though his songs are vain. He knows how to live in the bitter frost. But the summer to him is no pleasure lost ; He exults in the growing of leaves and flowers, And sings to himself through the sunny hours. He is willing to wait for the praise of men Till his opportunity comes again. He is glad in their joy while the sunbeams last. And faithful still when the summer is past. So his little part he will gladly sing In the musical chorus of happy spring. For the people who pass him now in throngs Will welcome next winter the robin's songs. Oh, teacher-robin, your lesson comes With gentle power to our hearts and homes. Have we waited patiently, brave and calm-, Singing all day in a thankful psalm, When, slighted, unnoticed, we stood aside For gayer birds in their hours of pride ? I think that the wisest may learn of thee Courage, and hope, and humility. We, too, will rejoice in the sun and showers. And the merry mirth of the summer hours. We, too, will be patient, and try to wait For our love and praise till the year grows late. 20 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. It is better to help when the days are sad Than when all things are gay and in beauty clad ; And we thank our God, to whom all belongs, If He gives us the part of the robin's songs. WORK AND PRA V. ■ Would you understand the anthems, And translate the merry glees, That the autumn winds are singing In their home among the trees .'' Would you know what friendly summer Lingers yet awhile to say .■' This the whisper heard for ever — " Work and pray." Can you read the pencilled message In the hearts of glowing flowers ? Have you ears to catch the whispers Of the swiftly passing hours ? They but tell the same old story — Though some lovely things decay. This will make perpetual sunshine — Work and pray. There are other, graver voices Which the listener's heart can move, One is called the voice of sorrow. One the tender speech of love ; But, whate'er may be the speakers, 'Tis the same good thing they say — Counsel, and yet benediction — " Work and pray." SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Do not fear the cold of winter, Make it bright if it be long ; All autumnal mists and shadows May be cheered by hopeful song. Only let the hands be busy, And the heart be glad and gay, And each hour shall bring a blessing — Work and pray. Work, for life has need of helping. Soothe some sorrow, ease some pain ; Work, for idlers in God's vineyard Spend their useless lives in vain. Pray, for thought can reach the heavens, And bring joy without delay, While the Fathe'r gives His blessing — Work and pray. So the vocal winds and waters Teach the people how to give. Lowly ones who trust and labour, Learn the highest life to live. God is speaking through all nature. And the world's grave voices say, Unto all who wait to listen — " Work and pray." A SONG OF PRAISE. (Isaiah xii.) There is some sunlight left in the blue sky, And music in the air, And in my heart a song serene and high That mingles with my prayer. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. The shadows have been thick upon my way, The dead leaves lie around, But in the silence of the darkest day Some blessings may be found. Hast thou been angry with me, patient King ? Thy wrath is turned away ; It is of Thy great comfort I will sing, Through all this happy day. Thou God of my salvation, I will trust And will not be afraid ; Thou art my strength, O merciful and just, I could not be dismayed. The well of my delight is .very deep, I stay beside its brink ; I shall not need for thirst and woe to weep. But I may rest and drink. And, evermore, within the coming days, My heart, with joy made strong, Shall call upon Thy name, and for Thy praise Shall spend itself in song. However long and desolate the way. Thy love shall make it bright ; Thy presence brings the joy of summer's day Into the densest night. And, since Thou art not angry, but in love Dost deign to comfort me, I will be glad, till, in Thy home above, I aye shall dwell with Thee ; And change these halting and imperfect songs For such as angels raise. Nor shall one singer of the happy throngs Give Thee more loving praise. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 23 THE LARKS ON THE SHORE. To the hearts that are lowly, and quick of discerning, All things God has made tiave some gitt of good speech, And through the long day we may lessons be learning Of larks that are singing their songs o'er the beach. Their solos ring out where the wide waters glisten, While the waves play a tender accompaniment. And the world-weary men become calm as they listen, For the hearts of the larks must be full of content. They soar in the morn to enjoy the fair weather. As soon as the sun spreads its light o'er the skies, And pour down their songs on the moor's purple heather, While their bliss grows the wilder the higher they rise. They sing at noonday when the white clouds are sailing, And through the still hours of the long afternoon ; And when the cool winds of the eve are prevailing," The larks have not finished their jubilant tune. No sweeter their songs when glad crowds are applauding, Or listening spell-bound to the exquisite strain. Than when no response is their service rewarding, And their most brilliant efforts no praises can gain. They sing — or how else could they bear all the gladness ? — They sing for the joy of the beautiful earth ; They sing, for they drea,m not of sighing or sadness. They deem that their life is for pleasure and mirth. And hearing their lays we are silent no longer ! We too will sing out through the bright summer days, Till our hearts with our voices grow braver and stronger, And we love with devotion the God whom we praise. 24 SONGS OF SUNSHINE.. And we thank the great Father whose kindness is giving The brightness and joy of the ocean once more, And teaching us how to be happily living By hearing the songs of the larks on the shore. ONE OF THE CROWD. ' And they that had eaten were about five thousand men, besides women and children." —M-XVIHKVi . The morning sun shone brightly on the waves, The dancing waves of our blue Galilee, And turned them all to silver. Where I stood, The shining waters crept about my feet, ' Making glad music, as from some light heart. That God had blessed with unexpected joy. And filled to overflowing. On the strand My dark-eyed children played in merry glee, The while their heads grew fair with golden light. And all the world was happy. Strange it seemed That as I looked at them my eyes were filled With sad swift tears . I could but chide myself, Since, into my fair home beside the lake, Nor want, nor woe had come to make me weep ; And only that my heart was not at rest, And only that my sins were not forgiven, And only that my soul had deeper wants Than human love could satisfy, my lot Would have been bright indeed. My husband's love Was strong and .tender, and my little ones Gathered about my knees with loving looks And fond caresses. But of late my heart Was deeply stirred by One who sometimes came , To walk beside the water, and who once Had lifted His grave eyes and looked at me. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 2; Some said He was the Christ. I thought He was, . For none beside could have such wondrous power To move the spirit. 'Twas of Him I thought That morning by the Sea of Galilee ; When suddenly I saw the gleaming sails Of a small ship upon the waves, and knew That He was in it. Then I heard a sound Louder than waters, and a running crowd Of people thronged me, and a voice I knew Called to me eagerly, " Come, hasten on ; The Master goes into the wilderness, And we will follow." Joyously I called My children to me, and we hurried on . Over the narrow pathway till we came Unto the desert place where Jesus was. Short space to mourn His friend the Saviour craved ; For, at the fancy of a dancing girl. The King had stilled for ever the brave voice Of John the preacher, and the Lord had come To be apart with God, and with His grief We thronged about Him. The young men came first. And next the women and the little ones. And then the sick folk, carried by their friends, And last the old men came. I scarcely dared To venture near Him. Was it right, I thought. To break upon His solitude ? Perchance He would rebuke us, sending us away To our now distant homes. But presently He turned His face towards us, and it seemed He read our longings and was comforted. He smiled upon us, and His searching eyes Read all our faces. " I have come, O Lord ; I could not stay away," mine said for me. 26 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. And then He spoke to us. We hushed our breath And drank His words, and worshipped with our hearts. None was afraid of Him. I felt the hands Of my dear children drawing me away Where they could touch His feet. The beggars came And stood as near to Him as those who wore The silken robe. But it was wonderful How, while we listened, peace and gladness stole Into our spirits. Flashing eyes grew meek ; Proud voices learned new music ; restless hearts Grew still and satisfied with His great love. All day He talked to us. We noted not The passing of the hours. We scarcely heard The chorus of the birds. We knew they sang, But the great sweetness of the Master's voice Filled us so utterly, we did not need The other music. For we learned that day That all the weary hearts in our sad world Had but to come to Him, and they should rest In Him for ever. Presently He ceased ; And then, made bold by His most gracious smile, The sick drew near to Him. Few words they spoke, Their sorrows pleaded for them, and His hand Restored them one by one. The leper came And went away with flesh made clean again. The lame limped to Him, and returned from Him Leaping for joy. The blind eyes looked at Him, And then to the green hills, and laughing lake. And filled with happy tears. The faint heart Bounded with joy. And every thankful lip Uttered His praises. So the Lord forgot His grief, and made us happy. But at length The gloaming came. The golden sunset dyed The rippling waters, and the shadows crept About the hills, and robed them for the night. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. ^^ Then we were hungry. Hitherto the joy Of the dear Master's presence kept us still, With happy thoughts of Him. But now there came A faintness o'er us ; and the children cried, And we began to think of home once more, Although we fain would stay with Christ the Lord, Nor leave His side for ever. Then we saw The friends of Jesus whisper, " Send away The multitude, for now the time is past ; Let them go forth into the villages And buy their food." With kindly smiling eyes The Master looked upon us. " Nay," He said, " They need not go away ; give them to eat." " Two fishes and five loaves are all we have." And looking' out upon the waiting crowd And at their scanty food, they said, " Shall we Go buy for them ? " But, with a look of love, The Master bade the multitude sit down On the green grass, and then He took the loaves. And blessed them, lifting up His eyes to heaven. Oh, what a happy feast we had that day ! The Saviour supped with us ; and as we ate. Our hearts were filled with satisfying love, And all the longing and the wild unrest Were stilled for ever. There was not an eye But sparkled with glad joy, nor any voice But sang its praises to the Almighty King Who made the earth the table of the Lord Where souls were fed that day. The darkness came ; Dew fell upon the children's glossy curls, And they had found their father in the crowd When we prepared to go. One parting look The Master gave to me and my beloved ; 28 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. And then we went together by the lake, Holding the children's hands. We needed not To tell each other all that we had found ; We knew that light and joy and perfect peace Went with us to our home, for Christ was there ; And though we nevermore might see His face. We knew that He would bless us in the way From earth to Paradise, for those whom He Has satisfied with living bread from heaven Shall never thirst and never hunger more. THE LA^r HYMN. The Sabbath day was ending in a village by the sea, The uttered benediction touched the people tenderly ; And they rose to face the sunset in the glowing, lighted west, And then hastened to their dwellings for God's blessed boon of rest. But they looked across the waters, and a storm was raging there ; A fierce spirit moved above them — the wild spirit of the air ; And it lashed and shook and tore them till they thundered, groaned, and boomed, And alas ! for any vessel in their yawning gulfs entombed ! Very anxious were the people on that rocky coast of Wales Lest the dawn of coming morrows should be telling awful tales. When the sea had spent its passion, and should cast upon the shore Bits of wreck, and swollen victims, as it had done heretofore. With the rough winds blowing round her, a brave woman strained her eyes, And she saw among the billows a large vessel fall and rise. Oh, it did not need a prophet to tell what the end must be, For no ship could ride in safety near that shore on such a sea. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. ' ZQ Then the pitying people hurried from their homes, anrf thronged the beach. Oh, for power to cross the waters and the perishing to reach ! Helpless hands were wrung in sorrow, tender hearts grew cold with dread, And the ship, urged by the tempest, to the fatal rock-shore sped. " She has parted in the middle ! Oh, the half of her goes down ! God have mercy ! Is His heaven far to seek for those who drown?" Lo ! when next the white, shocked faces looked with terror on the sea. Only one last clinging figure on a spar was seen to be. Nearer to the trembling watchers came the wreck tossed by the wave. And the man still clung and floated, though no power on earth could save ! " Could we send him a short message ? Here's a trumpet — shout away ! " 'Twas the preacher's hand that took it, and he wondered what to say. Any memory of his sermon ? " Firstly, secondly ? " Ah, no ! There was but one thing to utter in that awful hour of woe ; So he shouted through the trumpet, " Look to Jesus ! Can you hear?" And " Aye, aye, sir ! " rang the answer o'er the waters loud and clear. Then they listened. " He is singing 'Jesus, lover of my soul' " And the winds brought back the echo, " While the nearer waters roll." Strange, indeed, it was to hear him, "till the storm of life was past," Singing bravely from, the waters, " O receive my soul at last ! " 30 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. He could* have no other refuge. " Hangs my helpless soul on Thee ; Leave, oh, leave me not ; " the singer dropped at last into the sea. And the watchers, looking homeward through their eyes by tears made dim. Said, " He passed to be with Jesus in the singing of that hymn ! " A WHISPER. " Fear thou not, for I am with thee ! " Listen to the gentle word Borne upon the breeze of evening From the temple of the Lord. Cheer thee, faint one, sad and lonely. For He speaks it unto thee : Through the dim, untrodden journey He will thy companion be. " Fear thou not, for I am with thee ! " Deeper grow the shades of night ; Yet thou shalt not walk in darkness, He Himself will be thy Hght. At the faintest sign of danger He will stop and take thy hand ; He will guide thee through the mazes Of this strange, unquiet land. " Fear thou not, for I am with thee ! ' Sweet it is at break of day Thus to hear the Father speaking, " Child, arise, and haste away : Whatsoe'er the hours shall bring thee, Work to do, or pain to bear, Meet it with strong faith and courage. Trusting in His tender care." SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 31 " Fear thou not, for I am with thee ! " Flowers shall bloom and birds shall sing As thou passest through the pathway Leading upward to the King. Do not look for gloom and sadness, Do not fear the shade or sun ; God will make thee strong and happy When His will alone is done. " Fear thou not, for I am with thee ! " Do not start with timid fear From the sounding of the waters When thy Guide shall bring thee near. He will be thy strength and comfort. He will bring thee to the shore Of the bright celestial city Where His children weep no more. " Fear thou not, for I am with thee ! " What hast thou to say to Him Who in gentleness draws near thee Through the evening calm and dim ? " Father, I will fear no evil, Thou art with me ; all is well ; Thou shalt guide me with Thy counsel Till with Thee at home I dwell." BELOVED. Be glad in thy youth's merry morning, Walk on in the warmth of the sun. And sing in the midst of thy labours Till the day with its duties is done. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. But do not forget in the evening To say in the midst of thy glee, " It is God who is making me happy, And some one is praying for me." Whenever the shadows are creeping More closely, perchance, to thy feet, And thou standest amazed and uncertain Where roads that are difficult meet. And the sound as of sorrow and sighing Comes up from the far-away sea. Oh, never believe thou art lonely ! Say — " Some one is thinking of me.'' WJienever thy matins are joyous, And the day is as fair as 'tis long, And the morning melts into the noontide To the sounds of a jubilant song, And the vespers are anthems of gladness. So good is the Father to thee. Think — " Love is the guerdon He gives me, And some one rejoices with me.'' If e'er thou art saddened by changes. And hearts that have loved thee are cold. Or if it should be that thy spirit Preferreth the new to the old ; And if in life's hush a misgiving Of pain or regret comes to thee, Oh, darling, fear not, but be happy : Say — " Some one is faithful to me." If e'er thou art sad with the longing For gifts that are noble and high ; If the thought that thy life is too meagre Should sometimes occasion a sigh, SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 33 Remember that none can be useless Whose tenderness, patient and free, Makes hearts that were sorrowful happy : Think — " Some one is grateful to me." And if it should be in the future That some one who loves thee should die, Be sure that thou art not forgotten In the house of the Father on high. And since they are rapidly fiUing, How home-like the "mansions" will be Where families gather together, And some one is watching for thee ! A LATE SUMMER. The sunny summer is behind her time. (Complainingly we speak our thoughts to-day.) 'Tis true we sometimes hear the cuckoo's chime ; But we have lost the merry hours of May, And yet no garden's rose, no hawthorn white, Comes to delight our sight. The sun, through long dark days, has veiled his face, The angry winds from north and east have rushed, And with rude hands, that knew no pity's grace, Have made leaves tremble, and young hopes have crushed, And only lowly flowers have dared to bloom Amid the cold and gloom. The nightingales have sung their evening hymn, Sometimes, as if the frost had hurt their throats ; 3 34 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. The early morning skies were grey and dim, Although the hopeful larks dropped down their notes ; And many a growing plant has seemed to wait For summer that is late. And yet the bursting buds are everywhere ; The cowslips and the blue-bells throng the banks, Glad voices of the birds ring through the air, And all the world is sending up its thanks ; For field and hedgerow, growing plant and sod, Sing, Glory be to God. Summer is sure, although she comes so late ; The generous sun shall cast his blessings forth, And not an inch of ground be desolate From the warm south unto the bleaker north ; And glowing June, and all her sister-days, Shall sing the summer's praise. And we shall have our summer. Though sad eyes Have vainly looked for joy's abundant flowers. And turned with hope deferred from the dull skies. We yet shall have our meed of sunny hours. Oh ! blest shall be the quiet hearts that wait For summer that is late. WITHIN THE HOUSE. " The soul is a dwelling of many apartments." — Beechek. " Behold, I stand at the door and knock." — Christ. There is within my house a room Called Hope ; and when the days begin. There is no sign of grief or gloom, But the fair light comes streaming in. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 35 And all the day the song is heard, And glowing pictures deck the walls, And eyes are bright, and hearts are stirred, And not a painful shadow falls, — If Christ came in and dwelt with me. What a glad chamber Hope would be. There is another room ; 'tis high. And light and peaceful, safe and warm. To it no winter cold comes nigh. And scarce is heard the roaring storm ; And from its casements can be seen Glimpses of country strangely fair, Bright meadows clothed in gold and green. That vanish soon amid the air. If Christ came in, to my delight, Faith would be changed to lasting sight. Another room there is called Love, Where guests come in to stay with me : Sometimes it is like heaven above. Filled with a wondrous ecstasy ; And sometimes keenest pain is there, And hearts are hurt and faces pale. And the wild cry of sobbing prayer Goes out to mingle with the gale. But if the Lord dwelt there with me, Love's chamber might the holiest be. Some rooms there are so datk and sad. So filled with things that are unclean. That never there the heart is glad. And peace and love are never seen ; But passions wild, ambition, hate; And greed of gain, and selfishness, Make the whole chambers desolate, And leave no space for blessedness. But if the King came through the door. Surely these rooms would be no more ! 3—2 36 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. What can I do but let Him in ? Has He not waited long enough ? The numerous rooms of joy or sin, Where light is fair or storms are rough, Will never have a greateir guest Than He who lingers still outside. Oh, for my gladness, peace and rest ! I open the doors and set them wide. And bid Him welcome to my home. With " Come, Lord Jesus, quickly come ! " JUNE. As a friend whose fair, sweet face We have longed to see ; As a healer, whose firm touch Maketh pain to flee ; So she comes, the June we love. Gliding o'er the lea. Meadows spread their shining gold For her dancing feet ; Cuckoo, nightingale, and lark, Charm with music sweet ; Roses, woodbine, all the flowers Make her home complete. All the land is full of song Sung in merry tune ; Hills and dales are bathed in light. And the cloudless moon Spreads its blazing beauty forth To the face of June. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. What has she to bring to us ? Hands all filled with flowers ? Glowing sunsets, moonlit nights ? Dreamy, joyous hours ? Vigorous thoughts, and noble work ? Or departing powers ? What has she to say to us ? Merry words and glad ? Shouts of battle fierce and strong ? Whispere stern and sad ? Or some mingled messages As her sisters had ? What has she to do for us ? Make the pathway bright ? Lead us to the rush and roar Of tempestuous night ? Or with gentle kindly hands .Bring us to the light ? All these things are secrets yet Hidden in her breast ; But we know that June will be What God sees is best : Only let her speak of Him, We will leave the rest. AFTER DULL DAYS. It was not like May while the sun hid his face ; But as soon as he scattered the clouds in his might. The old world was clothed in youth's beauty and grace. And hills, vales, and meadows were radiant with light. 38 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. The chestnut bouquets were all shaking with mirth, The tender leaves trembled with pleasure and bliss, The daisy eyes opened to greet the day's birth, And held up their lips for the warm rays to kiss. The glad, golden buttercups lifted their heads, Each yellow oak leaf turned its face to the sun. And the orchis and fern, where the swift rabbit treads, Whispered softly glad news, " 'Tis the summer begun." Oh, how the birds sang ! It was hard to decide If the lark, or the thrush, or the nightingale's voice Was the loudest and best ; but sweet sounds far and wide Were melted together, and made us rejoice. There was nothing but joy in God's great world of green, And the flowers and the birds were more happy that day. Because they so lately the dark clouds had seen. And could laugh o'er dull days that had vanished away. And I, too, am thankful that Infinite Love Has chosen dark seasons to blend with my life ; For the fair ones that follow, like gifts from above. Shall be dearer to me for the sad times of strife. And I shall be glad in my summer of bliss. Which I hope to begin when these dark days shall cease, That I was prepared in a world such as this For a heaven all brightness and blessing and peace. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 39 ^ THE CHILDREN'S PSALM. The day was dying, the work was done, Dim was the Ught in the outer street. The dark clouds shrouded the setting sun, And the cold winds hurried the showers of sleet ; When the children, tired with the busy day. And glad of the twiUght's hush and calm, Forgot for a moment the waiting play. To say softly together their own sweet psalm. " The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want." Oh, little lambs, in the winter's cold, I thought as I heard you the glad words chant, It is well to be safe in the Saviour's fold. " He makes me lie down in His pastures green. By life's still waters He leadeth me." Oh, travellers, passing to many a scene, I am glad you will have such a guide as He ! " He restoreth my soul." If He did not so, I should grieve to think of your coming days. By sin made sorry and dark with woe ; But He will teach you His songs of praise. '■ He leadeth me in the paths of right For His own name's sake." Oh, wandering feet, If you go sometimes into shades of night, He will bring you out where the bright ways meet. Then I heard them speaking in tones subdued Of the vale of the shadow. " I fear no ill. For Thou art with me, oh ! Shepherd good. Thy rod and staff are my comfort still." 40 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. And I thanked the King that the darksome place Is never dark to the children's eyes, Since they need but look in His loving face, And rest in His arms till they reach the skies. « " Thou spread'st me a table before my foes, My cup runneth over with glad content." And I thought. Not one of the children knows In what desert scenes shall her life be spent ; But He can feed in the wilderness. And He anoint with the oil of joy; And so long as the Lord will the children bless, The words of faith may their lips employ. Then their thoughts went on to the life before. " Goodness and mercy shall follow me, And evermore, till the days are o'er, The house of the Lord my home shall be.'' And I thanked the Saviour for all His love ! Oh, strangely safe in this world so wild Are the httle ones ; for, from heaven above, He watches them, who was once a child. The psalm was finished, the day was done. Dim was the light in the outer street. And the clouds were tinged with the setting sun As the children went forward the night to meet ; But I thought of their future with inward calm. As the silence came after their gentle chant. For I knew how true is the children's psalm — The Lord is their Shepherd, they shall not want. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 4I WHEN THE GRASS WAS GREEN, It was the time of the happy spring, And the flowers grew thick on the bright way-side ; It was the time when the glad birds sing, And joy is fresh where the hills abide : The time when God's beautiful works are seen. For the showers had come, and the grass was green. There was strong young life in the growing things, And waking hope in the hearts of men ; Souls, captive long, breathed a prayer for wings, And the worn and weary had strength again. For Christ had come, and He spoke of God In every spot which His tired feet trod. His servants told Him of good work done, And He took them away to a desert place To rest awhile till the set of sun. And read His love in their Master's face. For a desert spot is a pleasant scene When the Lord is there, and the grass is green. But the people heard, and they followed fast ; They were thirsting still for His words of love. They had listened oft in the bright days past, And they wished His mercy again to prove ; And He received them, and taught and healed. Till the Kingdom of God was once more revealed. At length, when the day wore to eventide. The people were hungry and faint, and He Would not send them away from the fresh hill-side, But fed and refreshed them fatherly ; And that evening His wonderful power was seen, For they rested and ate where the grass was green. 42 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Oh, tender Master, we look to Thee, Come, bid us eat of the living bread. Thy power of healing, O let us see, And again by Thy greatness be comforted. Once more to-day let Thy love be seen, For we are tired, though the grass is green. AFTER THE STORM. " He niaketh the storm a calm." All the waves were lashed to fury, and they tossed the white spray high. For the storm-winds struck their faces, and the lightnings from the sky Like fire-arrows pierced their bosoms, till they shrieked as if in pain. And the thunder cracked and rattled till we cried for peace again. Clouds like angry foes were marshalled, and the armies over- spread The blue fields of sky above us ; while like missiles on our head Came the showers of hitting hail-stones, and rain-torrents pouring fast, Till in terror and disquiet all things wished the storm were past. Then the wind sank down in silence, and the dark clouds sped away. And a hush came o'er the waters tossing up the snowy spray ; Then the sun shone out in splendour, and the world was bathed in light, And the birds took up their singing with a new and glad delight. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 43 God had spoken to the waters, and the angry, raging wind Was as gentle as the summer when He left His peace behind ; And the land was full of music where the blinding storm had been, And the fair blue heavens were tranquil as they looked upon the scene. And I learnt anew the lesson which God teaches to the sad ; He has but a word to whisper and He makes the spirit glad ; And the storm, and the disquiet, and the rushing wind shall cease When He stills the angry tempest with His benison of peace. So whene'er my heart is fearful, and the light of life is dim, I will call upon my Saviour and will put my trust in Him ; In the storms of sin and trouble I will sing a happy psalm Of His power and love who maketh of the storm a perfect calm. WON. John iv. 46—53. " And can I help it that I have no faith To give this Stranger .? Many things I hear Of wonders He has done, of gracious words Swaying the hosts upon the mountain-side, And that He has a marvellous power to heal. You tell me that He woos men to His side By gentleness and strength : that He gives rest. Pardon, and joy. But I .■' I am not tired : My life flows pleasantly as summer streams Between bright banks of flowers. Nor do I need Forgiveness, since to me comes not the strife That tempts men unto sin. I want Him not. I see no beauty in His grave calm face 44 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. That I should e'er desire Him. I have rest Within my happy home, where boys and girls Make music all the day, where love is true, And plenty pours her treasures at my feet, And sorrow scarcely dares to show her face. Why should I therefore mingle with the crowd,' That follows at His call from mom to night .■■ One of the people is this Nazarene ? Then let the people hear Him. Till I see Great signs and wonders, I will not believe In Christ the carpenter ! " There came a day When, uninvited, to the mansion came A guest whom no one welcomed, and he touched The merry eyes and laughter-loving lips Of a bright boy, the nobleman's dear son. And then a shadow fell upon the home, And joy died out from all the spacious rooms. And there was no more heard the gladsome songs Of mirth. " Jesus of Nazareth has come Out of Judea into Galilee," One told the nobleman. A strange, sweet hope Sprang into bfeing at the friendly words. And in quick haste he went to seek the Lord. He met Him in the way, and in His face He saw Divine compassion. " Come,'' said he, " And heal my son, for he is sick to death. No time is to be lost. He lieth faint Amid the shadows. Hasten to his side. And make him whole ! " The Master looked and smiled. " Except ye see great signs and wonders wrought. Ye never will believe," said He. The man. Impatient of delay, who bent not yet His knee before the Lord, to learn of Him, SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 45 Who had no leisure in his anxious soul To think of faith, said, in love-trembling tones, " Sir, hasten down, before my child shall die." And did the Lord refuse the boon he asked Till he believed ? Nay, the full father's heart Was open to His ken. He saw the love That surged and leaped and agonised in prayer For his beloved, and pitied him the while. " Oh, go thy way," He said, " thy darling lives, And waits thy coming ! " Now the faith grew strong : The nobleman believed the Master's word, And hastened joyfully along the way. Trusting in Jesus ! As he went he saw His servants, and they brought glad news to him : " Thy son recovers." " When did he begin To amend ? " he asked. " About the seventh hour The fever left "him." And the father knew 'Twas when the Healer spoke the word of life His boy was saved. "And he himself believed. And his whole house." Oh, patient Son of God, 'Tis thus reluctant hearts are won by Thee ! We have but little faith, and tell Thee so. And Thou dost give to us no cold reply. But by the miracle of Thy great love Dost draw our very souls unto Thyself, Until we crown Thee Healer, Saviour, King ! 46 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. A SABBATH OF SONG. A LIGHT that at first was all timid and tender Stole solemnly, silently, up from the east, Then suddenly bathed the whole world in its splendour, And all things awoke to the joy of a feast ; For the Sabbath was given As a love-sign from heaven. And first to begin their responsive praise-singing Were twittering sparrows, that opened their eyes To see how the dawn its first faint light was flinging Across the green earth from the deepening skies. And they sang, " God is good, He will give us our food." With a kiss the sun greeted the land and the ocean, And swift calls to matins rang out through the air. The glad birds assembled in happy devotion. And sang their thanksgivings, too joyous for prayer ; For they felt God's great love Coming down from above. So the cuckoos and nightingales joined with the thrushes, And concerts were held in the heart of the wood. And a praise-song was warbled in reeds and in rushes, While the lark carried his as high up as he could ; For the blue skies were fair, And the Father was there. And the hours passed divinely, till, slowly awaking. The people, refreshed by calm sleep, rose in throngs. And when birds grew silent, were thankfully taking Their part in the great manifesto of songs ; P'or June Sabbaths are blest With joy, sunshine, and rest. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 47 And soon, through long aisles, the deep organs were pealing, And great congregations were joining to sing. With voices triumphant, and hearts full of feeling. The song universal of praise to the King ; And the children's acclaim Lavished praise on His name. So the day wore away until vespers came faintly. From homes or from temples where hearts had grown calm ; And birds woke the echoes, and breezes sang quaintly, And all things took part in the grand closing psalm, " Thank God for His rest. And our home on His breast." THE CHILDREN'S HOLIDAY. One day in the year for the joy of the meadows ! So the children have counted the bright, sunny hours. And thought of blue skies, and of cool, spreading shadows, And dreamed of the homes of the plentiful flowers. At last the day comes, and, with eager endeavour, They rise with the sun, and look forth on the morn. Oh, would that these pleasures might last on for ever, Nor fade like the poppies that brighten the corn ! With kind, loving friends, who are glad in their gladness. They joyously pass from the hot towns away ; And the children, whose lives are oft shaded by sadness. Forget all their griefs in the fun of their play. They dance with the leaves, and they join in the singing ; They gather the flowers, and are gay as the birds ; And the forests are vocal, with grateful songs ringing. And thoughts full of rapture are poured into words. 48 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. And the children rejoice in the love of the Father Who makes the birds sing and the pleasant flowers smile ; And they lift up their eyes to His heaven as they gather, And are full of content and of peace for awhile. So they pass their one holiday, glad to discover The beauties and wonders that lie on the slopes ; And they will not forget, when the pleasure is over. The joy that was given as the crown of their hopes. So the holiday comes in the form of a blessing, And its freshness shall linger in long, coming years, When in scenes that are sad and in sorrow depressing. The eyes that now smile shall be dim with hot tears. One day in the year for the joy of the meadows ! God grant to all children a few sunny hours To see the blue skies, and the soft, cooling shadows. And rest in the homes of His plentiful flowers. THE SONG OF THE IVY. I AM but an ivy : no strength have I To lift up my head to the far blue sky ; I never could stand in the world alone ; If thou wert removed, I should soon fall prone ; But He who cares for all needy things, And knows the source whence the life-joy springs. Has given me thee, O stately tree, And thankfully, gladly, I cling to thee. / cannot do much, I can only cling, But thou makest a home where the bright birds sing. Thy boughs are broad where the squirrels play, And the warm light kisses thee all the day ; SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 49 The weary rest in thy pleasant shade, And they love the shelter thy leaves have made ; I hear them praise thee, O brave, strong tree ; The while I but silently cling to thee. Thy sphere is large, thou canst scarcely care That an ivy is trying to make thee fair ; Thou art doing, enjoying, and seeing much — ■ Art thou really aware of the ivy's touch ? But I care not thy secrets to find and read, Thou giv'st me the joy and the strength I need, And now and then bendest thy head to see How closely and fondly I cling to thee. I cling to thee in the glorious prime And the boundless wealth of the summer time ; I joy in thy joy when the world is gay, And nature is keeping her holiday ; When the corn is waving about thy feet. And the sweet birds twitter their mates to greet, And the bright sun silvers the flashing sea. Till it laughs for gladness, I cling to thee. I cling to thee in autumnal days, When the leaves are brown in the forest ways. And the time of the singing of birds is past, And a sigh of sorrow is in the blast ; When friends forsake thee and pleasures die. And black cloud-mountains are in the sky. And we think of the storms that are to be, I fear them not, for I cling to thee. I cling to thee when the year is old. And thy branches shrink at the touch of cold ; I keep thee green when thy leaves are dead, I stretch my arms to thy breeze-bowed head, I clasp thee fast when the storm is strong. And the north wind whistles its warlike song ; I teach them how faithful a friend can be. For all the winter I cling to thee. 50 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. I cling to thee when the spring conmes round, And the warm rain softens the frozen ground, When the violets bring thee their sweets to smell, And the cuckoo tells thee that all is well, And the truant swallow and nightingale Come home to thee from the southern vale ; But I laugh as I think there is only me Through all weathers and seasons to cling to thee. So we grow together, my tree and I, And we teach this lesson to passers-by — That the sweetest of all earth's lovely things Are protecting love and the love that clings. They have a friend who is kind and strong. Will shelter them ever, has loved them long ; Through shade and sunshine He true will be, — While they cling to Him as I cling to thee. " WE PREACH CHRIST CRUCIFIED." Of all the words upon the sacred pages Few more than these have noble hearts inspired. For Christian workers of all times and ages Saying them over, have at once desired To feel with Paul, and, standing at his side. Say, with glad joy, "We preach Christ crucified." Again to-day the old familiar story Rings through all lands where hearts that love Him beat. Where happy servants find their highest glory in casting down their crowns before His feet ; He is their Saviour, Master, Friend, and King, And so it is one song they love to sing. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 5 1 " We preach Christ crucified. Whatever others Choose as their theme, our song is still the same. We walk together as a host of brothers, And find our greatest joy in Jesus' name, And though the strangers may our hope despise. Still do we raise to Him our trustful eyes. " We preach Christ crucified. We lift our voices So that the listeners standing by may hear. It is our bliss to think that He rejoices When we have brought some weary wanderer near ; And by our life, as well as spoken word, We would proclaim the goodness of our Lord. " We preach Christ crucified. A Saviour tender To bless the children, and to save, is He, And unto Him our hearts and lives we render. For He alone has made His people free. There is no friend like Him, no light to shine Upon the world like His, the light Divine. " We preach Christ crucified. To-day we glory Like men of old, and, clinging to the cross, We but rehearse again the ancient story Of counting all things else but pain and loss. And gladly spread the news both near and wide. All may be saved, for Christ is crucified" Such is the song that happy hosts are singing, And never shall the echoes die away. Until the Christ His multitudes is bringing Into the regions of eternal day. Nay, even then, the myriads at His side Will know that they are there because He died. 4—2 52 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. LONG AGO. It was the season of a solemn feast, And the calm sun shone brightly down and touched The beautiful city with its gleaming gates And splendid temple. But the worshippers, Although they gathered in the sacred fane. And knew the spotless lamb was offered up, Had hearts too full of strife to think of peace, Too sad to dream of joy, too pressed with fear To hope for better days. They had known nought But hunger, misery, and deadly fights For many weary months. Within the walls Of Salem had been heard the shrieks of pain, The groans of dying men throughout long nights, And the wild sobs of Rachels, weeping tears. Wrung from their broken hearts because of babes Torn from their bosoms. But the feast had come. And would not peace come with it ? Nay, the doom Foretold by prophets would make desolate The temple, and the city, and all hearts That loved Jerusalem. Did not the star. Sword-shaped hang over it ? And in the clouds Were there not armies, troops, and chariots ? And in the nights when people were asleep Did not a haunting voice sound through the street, " A voice against the bridegrooms and the brides, A voice against Jerusalem ; against The holy house, and all the people here, A voice from east and west, and the four winds Of heaven. Woe to Jerusalem the great. And to the holy house, and woe to all SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 53 The people " ? Did these speak of peace and joy ? Was not the Roman army round the walls ? And were not horrors, such as chilled the heart, Transacted by the rivals and their foes Within the city ? 'Twas no feast of joy, For people died of hunger. To the iight Men rushed, although the Sabbath had not passed, And everywhere mad cries of hate and woe Rang thipugh the streets. Days came and went, And each was but a messenger of grief. Bringing new sorrows. Through the direful hours The pangs of hunger raged ; women forgot The motherhood within them ; and men's hearts 'Were flesh no longer, but seemed turned to stone. Then the besiegers o'er the heaps of slain Pressed closely to the city. Titus spoke : " Set fire," said he, " unto the temple gates." And soon the flames crept round the silver work, And wood and cloisters perished in the fire. " Oh, spare the sanctuary ! " the Roman cried ; But with a firebrand rushed a soldier in. And soon the holy place was filled with flame, And thousands of the women hiding there, And little children, and the aged men Perished together, while with swift, sure hands The city was laid low. Did they not think — The men who died by thousands in the fray — Slain basely by a brother's hand, or killed By hunger, of the day of grace passed by. When the Rejected, on Mount Olivet, Looked through His tears upon the stately halls And uttered His lament — "Jerusalem, How oft would I have gathered to My heart Thy children, even as a mother hen Gathers her chickens underneath her wings, 54 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. And ye would not. Jerusalem, behold, Your house is left unto you desolate " ? Perhaps at last, when they had drunk the woe, The breaking hearts relented. Who shall say But that the cry which they so lately heard, " O Lord, remember me ! " rang out again At the eleventh hour of many lives Which at the last found mercy ? Who shall say, But that to-day from burning villages And reeking battle-fields where earthly hopes Are quenched in darkness, the same cry goes forth, " O Lord, remember me " .■■ But God forbid That we should only seek the loving Friend When war and famine drive us to His feet. IVE SHALL SEE HIM AS HE IS. We shall see Him as He is ! Sweeter promise is there none Than is given us in this, For Christ's friends to think upon ! Though we walk in darkness here, With the fogs about our face, All the mists will disappear When we gain our resting-place. We shall see Him as He is ! And Himself will be the light In the home of perfect bHss, Where the day shall have no night. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 55 The clear shining of our Sun Will make summer evermore, When the journey's end is won, And the stormy days are o'er. We shall see Him as He is ! Who shall say what it will be Thus to know what Jesus is, And His glorious face to see .'' We shall stand in glad amaze At His beauty and His grace, Finding it is heaven to gaze, As we will, at Jesus' face. We shall see Him as He is, And be like Him ! Who can tell What the Saviour's purpose is. For the friends He loveth well ? We but know in part to-day ; We shall know as we are known, When He summons us away To our places by His throne. We shall see Him as He is ! Shall we all be there at last ? It would grieve our hearts to miss Dear ones, when this life is past. Oh, that all may hear His voice. And partake the heavenly bliss ! They shall evermore rejoice, Who will see Him as He is ! 56 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. A BUSY WORLD. There is not a moment to lose to-day, So the sun is up betimes, And the birds cannot sleep when the dawn comes in, But must join in the morning chimes. The sparrows all twitter, the lark soars high, And the cuckoo begins its call, And the nightingale trilling her tender song Rises above them all. Is there not something for me to sing As well as the joyous bird ? My voice is not mellow, nor strong, nor sweet. But the lowlier songs are heard. I love my Father, and I would praise His love that is mine for aye, And the world shall join in my song of joy. Hearing the words I say. The woods are yellow with primrose gems. And sweet with the cowslips' scent ; The blue-bells sing softly in every breeze. Where the marigold's wealth is spent ; The trees are busy with robes to make. They are working both night and day ; The chestnuts are covered with tender green, And young leaves are on every spray. And I would be busy this glad spring-time ; Though I cannot be decked with flowers, I can weave a garland of blossoms sweet For the King in these sunny hours ; SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 57 I can clothe in beauty some spot of earth, Making some dark home fair, And the Master will teach me what else to do. For His presence is everywhere. All things are growing this bright spring day, The corn plants are strong and green. There is diligent life in the pleasant fields Where hereafter the poor shall glean. The trees are shedding their summer snow of blossoms that lived, and die ; And fruit shall ripen, and harvest come Under the autumn sky. And I would be growing and working on For my harvest that soon shall be ; I covet the sun of my Father's smile ' To strengthen and ripen me. I know He will look on His fields ere long. When the summer is rich in leaves ; So I will be busy, and win for Him An autumn of plenteous sheaves. TIME TO REST. " And Jesus said, Come ye yourselves apart into a desert place, and rest awhile." — Mark vi. 31. But we are busy, Lord ! It is the spring, And showers have fallen on the fertile land, And eager life throbs in each growing thing. And work is waiting for the wiUing hand. 58 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. How can we rest who have Thy vines to trim That fruit for Thee may meet the sun's bright smile ? Must we not labour till the day is dim ? How can we spare the time to rest awhile ? It is the summer in Thy world, O Lord, And everywhere the fields are harvest white ; Vast crowds are waiting to receive Thy word, And pitiful, blind eyes ask for Thy light. We know, for Thou hast taught us, how the sad, Coming to Thee, with life and light are blest. Shall we not go to them and make them glad ? Is this the time for us to be at rest ? Even the children lift their hands to Thee, And silver-crowned heads to Thee bend low, Earth-fettered men are longing to be free. And burdened women sigh Thy rest to know. The sounds of many prayers are in our ears. And groans are breathed from many a laden heart ; Beseeching eyes look up through mists of tears ; And canst Thou spare us now to go apart ? Master, forgive us ! We can hear Thee say The world will still move on, though we should rest ; Thy work is pressing forward day by day. Crowds find their way to Thee, and Thou dost bless. Thou hast relays of soldiers in reserve. And guides for pilgrim-feet at every mile, And willing workers who will gladly serve, Though we should come apart to rest awhile. And Thou hast seen that we are very tired. Bearing the burden and the heat of day. Lord,'we have striven, and laboured, and desired Only to find the crown still far away SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 59 And now, with feverish pulse and throbbing head, We meet our tasks. O Lord, Thou knowest best ! It is in tender mercy Thou hast said, We are to come apart and take our rest. Only we pray that in the desert place. Where'er it be, Thou wilt with us abide, And let us for refreshing see Thy face, And find repose and gladness at Thy side ; And when we are less weary, let us be Thy servants still, working beneath Thy smile ; , For, gracious Master, we, for love of Thee, Are glad our rest is only for awhile. A ROUGH SEA. Last night in the hour of gloaming, the waters were still and calm, And it seemed that they only whispered God's praise in a peaceful psalm, And we felt, as we sang beside them the words of our evensong. That if life were like seas in summer we could wish that it lasted long. So softly the small waves rippled, just kissing the pebbled shore, And passing away in silence as if to return no more ; So gently the water murmured with pleasures that did not cease, That it brought to the weary spirit a dream that was full of peace How gladly the little children came to its side in play ; And the sick, and the worn, and aged rested through all the day ; And those who were tried and tempted were hushed by its song to sleep, And some who were sorrow-stricken, watching, forgot to weep. 6o SONGS OF SUNSHINE. But to-day it is vexed and angry, tossing afar its foam, And driving tlie shrieking sea-birds away to their rocky home ; It seems to be mad with passion as wildly its white waves go. And it comes to the shore in tumult, sighing as if for woe. It tosses the boats upon it high in the mighty waves, Then draws them among its waters to the mouths of its darkened caves ; It is wroth, and it has no pity for the hearts or the lives of men. And many a brave young sailor will never come home again. And I think, as I watch the ocean so changed from its sunny rest, It is but a life-like picture, happy, and then distrest ; Joyous and bright as summer, then wild with the tempest's might, Glad as the day at morning, then dark as the blackest night. But I know of a peaceful haven away on a lighted shore. Where never the tempest rises, and sorrow and night are o'er ; And to-day as I watch the billows, this is my earnest prayer, " Father, send storm or quiet, if at last Thou wilt bring me there." A PEACE-MAKER. AN INCIDENT IN THE LIFE OF DAVID. The men were busy with the sheep, and the merry laugh rang out As the wool was laid in plenteous heaps on the grass-ways round about. When a stranger, with his followers, drew near the pleasant scene, And heard the festive shout of joy and the songs that rose between. He chose ten men of youth and strength : " Go to the master, now. And say. Peace be to thee and thine, and strong and glad be thou ; And bid us to thy festival, for thy men and mine are friends. Let us find favour in thy sight till the good sheep-shearing ends." SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 6 1 The young men took the message, and they waited hopefully, After their journey they desired his hospitality ; But the churiish Nabal darkly frowned, and angrily he said, " It is in vain you come to me for water and for bread. " And who is David, Jesse's son, that he should send to me ? For many servants, now-a-days, that break away there be From masters whom they ought to serve. The flesh that I have killed Is not for strangers, but my men, that they may all be filled." So the young men turned and went away with the answer he had sent. And they told how Nabal had been wroth, and rude, and violent ; And soon as David heard the tale, he suddenly arose, And cried, " Take every man his sword, and we will slay our foes." A woman, beautiful and wise, listened with whitened face, While the servant told his mistress of her husband's lack of grace : — " The men were very good to us ; they'helped with willing hand, And guarded us both night and day, and did not hurt the land ; " Now, therefore, think what can be done. The master's rage was great. And evil is determined that shall leave thee desolate. He is a son of Belial, and no man can speak to him ; And David and his men will come before the day is dim." Then Abigail made haste, and took two hundred loaves of bread. With sheep and wine and raisins, and the way she swiftly led. Till she met the brave procession of David and his friends. When she bowed herself upon her face, and strove to make amends. " I pray, my lord, give audience. Let the iniquity Of Nabal — rightly named indeed — rest only upon me. I did not see my lord's young men ; but now a gift I bring, And God has sent me unto thee to keep thee from this thing. 62 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. " The Lord will bless thee surely in the happy days to be, And when He does the good that He has spoken unto thee, And thou art Israel's ruler, it will give thee no offence That thou hast kept from shedding blood to gain the recompense." The anger died in David's heart. " Blessed be thou," said he, " Blessed be Israel's God who sent thee here to speak to me ; And blessed be thy good advice that has kept back my hand From shedding blood. Now go in peace unto thy house and land." So the woman went upon her way with a glad and grateful heart ; Had she not well performed that day a woman's noblest part ? By skill and courtesy and love she had made strife to cease, And brought into a good man's heart the blessed angel Peace. A MORNING OF ANTICIPATION. " To-morrow the Lord will do wonders among you." — Joshua. The sea was like burnished silver, and summer was in the air, When crowds of the Father's children went up to His house of prayer ; And we looked for a special message, a promise of joy and peace To come to our longing spirits, ere the week at His feet should cease. And this'was the word He sent us, " To-morrow the Lord will do Wonders many and mighty, e'en in the midst of you ; And the gladness of consecration filling your hearts to-day. Is a sign that the promised blessing is truly upon its way." So we askeii of our hearts that morning, What is it the Lord will do ? Wonders, indeed ! He will lead us the difficult river through ; We shall stand in the land of Canaan, and its riches of joy and light Shall be to us like the sunrise of the day that will have no night. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 63 And when will He do these wonders ? To-morrow ? Nay, e'en to-day, From our hearts He will take the burden, and the mists from our eyes away ; He will tell us the blessed secret that keepeth the spirit calm. And how to be ever singing the words of a trustful psalm. But where will He do these wonders ? Among us ? Oh, better still, Within us the Master worketh, teaching His holy will. And how deeply we craved that blessing only His eyes could see, And He only could hear the whisper, " My father, bless even me." So the preacher who brought the promise filled us with hope that day. And down through the week of blessing we joyously took our way ; It led us across the river, it told us of sins forgiven, And we found that the Saviour's presence changes the earth to heaven. A NAME. " That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow.' There is a name so passing sweet That child-lips utter it with smiles. And it the weary heart beguiles, And all deep thoughts together meet, When it is spoken at His feet. The name is uttered everywhere — By stalwart men who cut the corn, By youths who sing at early morn, By women bowed with pain and care, And children in their twilight prayer. 64 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. I Stand beside the summer sea, And boats glide o'er its silver breast, And from the sailor seeking rest A pleasant song steals out to me That tells His love on Calvary. In parks and groves where hosts recline. Free from the city's dust and din. Away from sights and sounds of sin. Where hearts grow strong on Nature's wine, Glad voices speak that name Divine. And crowds of happy girls and boys Sing out brave songs of trust in Him, And say that when their lives are dim, And they shall care no more for toys, And silence comes instead of noise, — That name of love shall ever be The sweetest music earth can bring, And they will trust Him while they sing, Though life be dark and they can see No lights of hope across the sea. And even in the working-place. Where busy labourers toil all day. And quick feet walk the well-worn way. Sweet tales are told of Jesus' grace. And tired eyes long to seek His face. And so the Name that evermore Has charmed sad hearts and made the Ught, And brought the daybreak to life's night, Is dearer even than before To us who tread life's pathway o'er. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 65 And we who pray with one accord, That His dear name be loved and known, Are glad with hope ; for He alone Can bless the people with a word, — And soon shall all men own Him Lord. REST TIME. Fold the work away, my darling. For the day is at its close, And the hours of active labour Should bring moments of repose. Let the weary hands be idle. And the tired heart cease to care. And joy reign above our fireside Till the time of evening prayer. All anxiety and sorrow May be laid aside to-night, Though they come again to-morrow With the dawning of the light. 'Tis enough to know this evening That the work has all been done, And an hour or two of pleasure Are by honest toiling won. Get the books that bring us sola:ce, Sing some tender, soothing song ; Let the music-notes be joyous As the measure moves along ; And our thoughts shall rise to heaven In thanksgiving for the day. And glad praises to the Father, Who has blessed us in the way. 66 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. And to us the quiet evening Shall be like an earnest given Of the deeper rest and quiet Of the Father's house in heaven ; And while now we rest together, God the Spirit will prepare Hearts a-weary with their, waiting, For the happy mansions there. Fold the work away, then, darling. Let the fingers rest awhile. And lift up the thought to heaven, Where the King is seen to smile. And remember when life's evening Brings the sunset to the west, God, who gives the day for labour, Gives the blessed night for rest. THE FRIENDS WE LOVE. Away we hie for a holiday ! Words are mirthful, and faces gay ! We have had our dreams of the breezy sea, And the strong high cliffs where we soon should be ; And now we turn from the daily task. Since God doth give us the rest we ask ; And there's but one sorrow to make us sigh — It needs that we say to our friends, " Good-bye ! " Oh, could we take them where'er we go, The best and worst of their days to know ! Oh, could they follow with answering eyes Our joyous glances at seas and skies ! SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 67 Oh, could their presence with us crowd out The wondering question of pain and doubt ; For then to our time of rest were given The brightness, peace, and deUght of heaven. They haunt our hearts in the early morn, And speak to us in the whispering com ; Their faces flash in the silvered sea, And their sighs creep into earth's harmony. And we turn away with a thought of pain. As we think of the places where they remain. And our hearts go out in an anxious prayer — • " Shelter them ; bless them with Thy best care ! " And a whisper comes from the sunny sea — " There is joy enough both for them and thee ; Does summer gladden one golden spot, While the other places are all forgot ? Dost thou think that the Father's love is small. And, belonging to thee, is not meant for all ? If He sends thee to-day through His flower-clad ways. He can give them hereafter glad holidays. " Go ; gather the sweetness of light and song ; Thou wilt need all the strength they can give ere long. Be learning the lessons which all things teach. That meet thee on mountain, or moor, or beach. God bids thee be happy. Oh, take His gift ; Do not cling to the burden He fain would lift ; Be sure that thy loved ones, wherever they be. Are as dear to Him as they are to thee." So gladly we go to our holiday. With hearts that are trustful, and therefore gay ; We have right to the beauty of birds and flowers, Since the Father gives us these happy hours. 5—2 68 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. His voice is heard in the summer's smile, " Come ye apart and rest awhile," He cares for our friends ; we may trust His love, Till we're all together at home above. MADE STRONG. He stooped to drink of the fountain That sparkled beside the way, And he lifted his heart to heaven As he stayed for awhile to pray. And strength from above was given ; Then gladly he passed along To toil again with the workers, And lighten the task with song. He lay on a bed of sickness. And waited a weary while For the hope and the expectation That come with the Healer's smile ; But when He had bent above him, He had, as an answered prayer. Not the ease that he could but covet, But only the strength to bear. So the Master taught him a lesson That always His gift of strength That comes to His faithful servants Whenever their own is spent. Is something to use for others. Or bring as a gift to Him, Not only to give them solace, Or brighten the life grown dim. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 69 And the sick and the weary toiler Sat at the Master's feet, And rested in pleasant pastures, Finding His comfort sweet ; Then rose to his feet rejoicing When the Saviour had made him strong. And, eager for love and service. He passed to the restless throng. And this is the tale he told them — " The Master is good and wise, He only can cure the sorrow, He pities the weeping eyes. Oh, rest in His love for ever, Though timid and weak you be, For He is the great strength-giver, . He giveth His strength to me." THE LORD IS THY KEEPER. " If I cling to the hand that is over me, I shall be safe," I said. " If I am leal to the mighty Friend, I shall be comforted. If I faithfully render all service true. The King will be kind to me. And at last when my share of the work is done, His blessing shall make me free." So I toiled and laboured from morn till night, For how could I take my rest ? Or fail to watch lest the foe should come When the sunset dyed the west .' 7° SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Could I be safe if I sank to sleep, When the shades of the night should fall ? Would He be near to provide for me, If I ceased on Him to call ? And my heart was sad with a heavy care. For I knew I should often fail ; I shrank when the call to the battle came, Lest the enemy would prevail ; My courage died when the dark night fell, And I feared to be left alone. I had no leisure for joyous praise. And my prayer was like a groan. Oh, the long, long days and the dreary nights, When I struggled the Lord to keep ! At the thought of my failures and weaknesses What could I do but weep ? I was not faithful, I was not good. And my spirit forgot her song, For I feared that the Master would tire of me, Since I constantly did the wrong. But a message of gladness came at last, One day by the shining sea. That I need not cling with my trembling hands, For the Master was holding me. 'Tis the King who fights for the victory, 'Tis the Shepherd who tends the sheep, And since the Lord will my Keeper be, I have not myself to keep. The sorrow is over, the weary strife, I rest me in God's great love. I know my Father will safely bring My feet to His home above ; SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 7 1 I do not fear for the hidden way, And He will forgive my sin. The Lord is my Keeper, and He my Tower, And I know I am safe within. A SUMMER MESSAGE. " Delight thyself in the Lord, and He will give thee the desire of thy heart." Do you see how the bright green faces of the leaves of the forest trees Are turned to the skies above them, meeting the sun and breeze ? Do you see how the summer rapture, making the flowers aglow. Gently compels their sweetness to rise to the God they know } Can you doubt that the world is happy, kissed by the sun and shower. Finding a glad, new pleasure with the birth of each smiling hour ? When the roses are brightly shining, and the gardens and fields are bright. Turning from earth to heaven, with its throne of golden light ? Do you hear how the birds are sipging, and think that for you they sing? Oh, the anthem and glee and chorus are all for the mighty King ! They sing in the lonely coppice, they sing in the desert spot. And they warble a glad thanksgiving for the God who forgets them not. Do you envy the birds their music ? Do you sigh for the smiling flowers ? Do you long for the joyous sunshine that comes with the summer hours ? 72 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Do you sigh for the sweet, wild matins sung in the early mom, And the rustle of rest and comfort that is heard in the breast-high corn ? Oh, better than summer gladness, deeper than sunset's calm, Is the message that comes in music to the words of the tender psalm ; It touches the heart unrestful with the power of a mother's love, And hushes the soul to quiet in the arms of the God above. It says you may have the pleasure and rest that your heart desires, It speaks of a fount of gladness quenching the passion-fires ; It comes to the fever-stricken like the touch of a cool, kind hand. It brings from the storm-tossed ocean to repose in a shady land. It is but a word ; yet a sermon, better than man could preach, Comes like the breath of evening to all whom its power can reach : " Delight thyself in the Highest ; press to the Saviour's side. And the thirst and the sad heart-hunger shall for ever be satisfied." Then why are you -ever searching for that which is always near ? Why care for the summer music when the voice of the King is here .■' Oh, better than flowers and sunshine, fairer than golden light. Are the joy and the rest and rapture of those who in God delight. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 73 ACROSS THE SEA. Like a long sweet dream is the summer day, A dream of music and love and rest ; And I watch the waves as tliey gently play, And the ships that lie on the ocean's breast, And ask, Is there aught that can come to me As fair as these hours by the summer sea ? There is no strife in a world like this ; The skies are blue and the earth is green ; The air is soft as a mother's kiss. And the bright birds sing for the pleasant scene, And I gladly hasten to join their psalm Of praise for the summer's rest and calm. If this were all, is it not enough While the sun shines down on the quiet sea ? But I know how angry and wild and rough The waves in the midst of a storm can be ! How the clouds can frown and the billows dash. And the mighty thunders roar and crash. And I know that the summer is swift to go, For skies soon change and the bright flowers fade ; And winter comes with its wind and woe, And hearts are weary and oft dismayed ; The birds are silent the long dark night. And the sad and the desolate cry for light. And I turn from this land with its waving corn. To search for a gUmpse of the other shore ; And I think of a lovelier summer's morn. When the rigour of winter shall come no more ; And " This is a land that is fair," I say, " But I choose the land where the fair things stay." 74 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. So my eyes are turned to the shining sea, And I watch where the skies and the waters meet ; Is it there that the home of my heart can be ? Is it there that they walk through the golden street ? Is it there that the tribes of the Lord shall dwell In the brightness and beauty no tongue can tell ? I turn my eyes to the glowing west When the sun goes down at the close of day ; And I say, though I know not my place of rest, I shall reach it soon by a lighted way, And find that fairer than land or sea That summer morning shall be to me. A HAPPY DAY. "In Thy name shall they rejoice all the day." There was not a smile from the sun that day. Nor a message of friendly grace ; As an angry monarch he hid away In a veil of clouds his face ; He did not relent as the hours went by, But scattered like tears his rain ; And those who longed for the joy he brings Waited and wished in vain. There were no flowers with their faces fair Turned upward our eyes to meet. Or pour their scents on the heavy air, As they danced about our feet ; SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 75 But the dead leaves fell to the soddened ground And the roots where the ivy crept, And the shrivelled blossoms were washed and drowned, And it seemed that all things wept. There was no singing of birds that day, No anthem from happy throats, No glad lark carolling up the heights. No nightingale's tender notes : But only the wind sighed drearily Among the bereaved trees. And only the doleful raindrops fell In the pauses of the breeze. But little it matters how dark the earth How silent the world around. If the heart within be attuned to mirth. And if thankful thoughts abound ; If God come near in His Father-love There is joy in the darkest night, For a smile of His brings the sunshine down, And the path is bathed in light. He came to me through the mists and clouds, « Making the dark day fair With the thrilling thought of His tenderness And the joy of an answered prayer ; He drew me near to His heart of love With the blessed word Forgiven, He smiled the clouds of my care away, And showed me the gate of heaven. And now, though the winter days are near, I look for His light to shine ; For summer glory is round the home That receiveth the Friend Divine : 76 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. And all the day shall my heart rejoice In the name of the Lord I love, Till the shadows fade from my life away, And I dwell in His hght above. THE SAVIOUR'S WISH. ' ' These things I speak in the world, that they might have My joy fulfilled in themselves." O Saviour, who for love of us didst suffer grief, and shame, and wrong, That we might walk along life's way made strong with faith, and glad with song. And feel Thy light upon us shine ; we thank Thee for this word of Thine. Thou wert the Man of sorrows here ; thick shadows lay across Thy road ; Weary and worn, a stranger form, with no fair home for Thine abode, Thou waitedst through the darkening, years, finding the world a vale of tears. Yet wonderful, deep joy hadst Thou, for Thou couldst see the Father's face, And wheresoe'er Thy presence was new light and glory filled the place ; Oh, Hand that touched the child's bowed head, what hosts by Thee were comforted ! SONGS OF SUNSHINE. ']'] Hadst thou not joy when sickness fled ? and when the weary heart had rest ? When wistful women clung to Thee, and little children sought Thy breast ? When men possessed cried out to Thee, and Thou didst set the prisoners free ? Hadst Thou not joy, when by Thy death to countless happy ones was given Life everlasting, and a home within the Father's house in heaven ? When man's great want had been supplied ? and love itself had satisfied ? Oh, Christ, we thank Thee for this gift ; we ask no greater joy than this, To live Thy life, and feel Thee near, to work for Thee and taste the bliss That comes of self-forgetful love, and hopes to dwell with Thee above. We pray Thee, if the world be dark, let not Thy children's hearts be sad. But with Thy word inspire our faith, and with Thy presence make us glad. Unto Thine own conform our will, and so in us Thy joy fulfil. AFTER A ROUGH SEA. Only yesterday the billows leaped aloft in furious might. Mountain-waves they were, upheaving, as in wild, insane delight ; They rejoiced in mad destruction, hurling all things to and fro But to dash them without pity into seething depths below. 78 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. People with awe-stricken faces watched the mighty waves all day, Saw some vessels tossed and shaken, felt the blinding showers of spray. Saw how weak are man's endeavours, and how strong God's works must be, And how wonderful the Master who controls the angry sea. But this morning its awaking is like pleasant thoughts of peace ! What has made its turbulent fury and impassioned strife to cease ? Little ripples stir the surface, silver sparkles light the face ; 'Tis no more a thing of terror, but of sunny joy and grace. Surely One has spoken to it, whom the Lake of Galilee Knew, and at whose voice its waters sank and flowed most placidly ; He has walked across this ocean, and its roar is turned to song. While glad crowds of happy people walk beside it and are strong. And the sea this lesson teaches to its scholars on the shore, — Stormy winds and desolate seasons do not last for evermore : After tempests and commotion comes a time of perfect peace, When God makes the waves of sorrow from their violence to cease. And I take the blessed message closely to my thankful heart, I can bear the clouds and darkness, till God says to them, Depart ; After hours of sad depression, after gloomy days of pain, God will make His healing sunshine break upon my life again. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 79 TO THE END. It was long ago that we made our vow, And the King stood waiting by, And our hearts were filled with a thankfulness, That never on earth shall die ; For He had forgiven our many sins. And filled us with strange new bliss — Do you think we can ever forsake Him now, For pleasure, or mirth like this ? We hear the music that fain would woo Our hearts from their resting-place ; We see the faces that try to steal Our eyes from the Master's face ; And we laugh as we think how vain it is. For how could His children love The meaner things of the world below Who have known the Lord above ? We have walked with Him through the scented fields, Where the purple violets grow ; We have leaned on Him in our helplessness. As we trod o'er the crisp, white snow ; With Him we have rested in valleys green, And have climbed the hills with Him, And never through all the long, long years Has the light of His love grown dim. We love Him better the more we know Of life, and its needs and cares. For He comes to us ever with helping hands. At the sound of our longing prayers ; 8o SONGS OF SUNSHINE. And what should we do when the tempests came, And the winds and the waves were high, And our hearts grew sick with the dread of life. If we had not a Saviour nigh ? So we gladly re-echo the vow we made, ' In the years that are long since past. We love our King, we are His alone. And His to the very last ; And soon He will take us the nearer still To His heart in His boundless love. And teach us more of His tenderness, At home in the land above. Oh, ye who stay by the empty wells, And lights that oft are dim. Our Friend will gladly receive you too, If only you come to Him. Why do you stay in the winter's cold, Needing a home and friend ; Since He who died for the sins of men. Will love to the very end .'' GUEST- CHAMBERS. " The Master saith, Where is the guest-chamber ? " " Oh, Master, it is here. Come, Thou ; for we are ready. Come and stay," So the agreeing voices gladly say, When He at length comes near. Where the rich organ peals Its thrilling notes through dimly-lighted aisles, Lo, the crowd welcomes Him with solemn smiles. And for His blessing kneels. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 8 1 Where two or three have met To talk of Him in some ungarnished room, They cry, " Come, King, and cheer the evening gloom. And do not us forget." The children hear His voice, And looking up into His tender face. They say, " O Guest, come to our lowly place, And make our hearts rejoice." And men, white-haired and old. Are fain to clasp His feet and keep Him near Until the long day's shadows disappear In the evening's sunset gold. From dawning of life's day. Through glowing morning and still afternoon, And if the night shall tarry or come soon. Behold the people pray — " Oh, pass not, but stay here ! Behold Thine own guest-chamber ready,, Lord, Where we will gladly listen to Thy word ! Oh, to our hearts draw near." And none shall plead in vain, Who fain would bid Him welcome. In each place Where faithful hearts are longing for His face. The Master will remain. 82 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. A REVIEW. A LONG way I have travelled, and a tried and trusty Guide On mountains or in valleys has journeyed by my side ; I have known the snows of winter, and the might of summer heat, And my heart has oft been weary, and my head and way-worn feet ; Life has not always given the joys I thought the best, But each day has brought its brightness, and each night has brought its rest. The dawn of every morning had a burden for my heart Of pain, or care, or longing, or a difficult work-part ; There have been times of anguish, when instead of joy and gain, The guerdon of my labour was sharp woe and bitter pain ; But always for my comfort, when lonely or depressed. The day has had some brightness, and the night has had some rest. There have been hearts to love me, and eyes to smile on me. There have been hours of sweetness, where pleasant pastures be. There have been quiet places where the Voice of God was heard. And hope, and strength, and courage were given with His Word ; And buoyantly the pathway my homeward feet have pressed, And the day has brought its brightness, and the night has brought its rest. I can but sing of mercy, for God has led me on, And I have known His kindness in all the years bygone ; And I do not fear the future, whate'er its weal or woe. Since He will walk beside me, wherever I may go ; His strong arm will enfold me. His love shall make me blest, And the day will bring its brightness, and the night will bring its rest. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 83 I know there lies before me a shadow of deep gloom, The rolling of the waters, and then the silent tomb ; The rush, and then the darkness, the gloaming, and the night, But the Guide will stay beside me, and His smile will give me light ; And I will say with gladness, as I die upon His breast, " The day has brought its. brightness, and the night has brought its rest." TWO VOICES. " As My Father hath sent Me into the world, even so send I you."— jESUS. Two voices woo us. One is, sweet, and comes from quiet homes of shade Which graceful firs, and mighty oaks, and spreading alder flowers have made. From valleys where the singing rills make mellow music all the day, And where the merry mowers work, and laughing village children play; And this is what the low voice says, " Come here, and list the Master's word ; By silent seas, in leafy glens, learn to be holy, like your Lord." The other voice is wild and loud ; it comes with sounds of infant cries From where the people fill the streets with faces wan, and heavy eyes. Where oaths are heard instead of songs, and homes are dark with clouds of sin. And crowded so there seems no room for peace and joy to enter in. And this is what the harsh voice says, " Come from the fields and dwell with us. And with much labour and much love fulfil the Master's mission thus." 6—2 84 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. One voice is like a lulling song, and one like stirring martial strains ; One calls to sunny slopes of ease, and one to bitter needs and pains ; One speaks of John-like ecstasy, and one of Peter's ardent zeal ; But does not that which tells of toil more of the Master's mind reveal ? Oh, sweet are long days spent with Him, and passing sweet His gift of rest, But to go forth as Jesus went, and work for Him methinks is best. He came to labour, and to serve ; and we will minister to men ; He fed the hungry, healed the sick, and made the sad heart glad again ; He lighted lamps of hope within dark places where the light was not. And we will lift the burdens too, nor let the weary be forgot ; We will not, even for great joy, fail to make other hearts rejoice, But, for the tender Master's sake, will listen to earth's pleading voice. And He will give us hours of peace after the battle's din and strife ; And He, when strength is failing us, will lead us to the fount of life; And though we dare not sing of rest, and though we long for holiness, He gives to busy ones their meed ; those who bless others He will bless ; And He who sends us to the world wiU teach us daily of His will, And help us, where our fellows live, Christ's noblest mission to fulfil. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 85 FROM THE CITY TO THE SEA. There is white heat on the pavement, and the trodden streets are dusty, And I hear the constant trampings of the feet of weary men ; There are harsh, impatient voices, in the busy hives of workers. And almost from mom till even do they sigh for rest again. Oh, my heart is tired of watching throbbing heads and heat-flushed faces. And the little children crying that they cannot even play ; And I think with eager longing of the cool rock's plenteous shadow. And the white waves of the ocean making music far away. There the crowds, no longer toiling, take their ease where plashing waters Throw the spray upon their faces and allure them into rest ; There the white-sailed ships are gliding, there the guillemots and the sea gulls Skim the heaving waters lightly ere they seek the dear home- nest. There the cliffs invite the weary, and the cool, refreshing breezes Fan tired foreheads into smoothness, kiss tired lips until they smile ; There the grass upon the hillsides makes abed where sweet dream- pictures Float before the eyes of fancy and the pleasant hours beguile. And my heart is filled with longing as I think of all the pleasures And the rest and the refreshment that remain in store for me. When the working days are over, and the tasks are all completed, And I take my summer rapture by the glorious, gladsome sea. 86 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. And I think that unto others there shall come the time of pleasure By the blue and changing ocean, or the fields of " living green," When the weary shall be resting, and the troubled sing together, As they hear the billow-music, and the soft bird-songs between. And I joy to think that shortly not the sea alone shall greet us, We are longing in our labour for our heavenly home of rest ; But the days are quickly passing ; soon, the heat of summer over, We shall cease from all our labours. Let us wait. God's time is best. FELLO TV-CITIZENS. " Now, therefore, ye are no more strangers and foreigners, but. fellow-citizens of the saints and of the household of God." We meet together from every land. From vales where the ohves grow, And some of the brotherly Christian band, Holding out friendly and steadfast hand, Come from the hills of snow. We were strangers once, but our spirits rise Whenever we chance to meet, For we know as we look in each other's eyes. We all are going toward the skies. To walk in the golden street. We find we are singing the same glad song. Whenever the twilight dim Stealeth our thoughts from the cares that throng. And softens our hearts as we wait and long For the sound of the holy hymn. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 87 We speak of the King, and each' face grows bright, For we love Him the first and best ; It is He who has banished the dreary night, And brought us into the paths of light That lead to the land of rest. We own Him our Saviour, for He shall save From the sin that would draw us down, And He is our Captain, He makes us brave, And He will bring us across the wave And give us the victor's crown. We are bound together by Him alone, 'Tis His blood that has made us nigh ; And soon we shall gather before the throne, With a song of rapture His grace to own And shdutings of victor)'. Then cheerily marching the path along, Oh, brothers and sisters, come ! Do you see how the pilgrims the straight road throng } Do you hear how gladly they sing their song? Oh, haste to the Father's home ! SUMMER WINDS. They gather the scents of the fragrant hay, And kiss the heads of the clover. Then playfully wander away, away, To whisper to friend and lover. With a gentle litter they strew the grass With the faded leaves of the roses. And scatter about men's feet as they pass Their presents of summer posies. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. They are up betimes in the early morn, Setting all things in motion, They rustle the stems of the ripening com. And stir the waves of the ocean. They are rather languid and tired by noon. But they keep the world from fainting. While the hearts of life's singers are put in tune. And its dreamers are fair scenes painting. They gather strength as the day declines. And over the hills come roaming ; They stay to refresh the heated vines. And shift the clouds in the gloaming. They wander about at the dead of night, When the kindly stars are beaming ; They touch the children with kisses light. And set the old men dreaming. They fan the leaves and the grateful flowers, And help all green things growing ; They herald the coming of cooling showers, After the early mowing. And, indeed, wherever their breath is blown, Their touch is a gift of blessing, And men who labour and grief have known Are cheered by their kind caressing. And hope comes back to the timid heart. And light to the pathway dreary, For the summer breezes can play their part. And comfort the worn and weary. So let us sing to the God of Love, For the soft wind's power of healing ; They come from the Father-hands above, His tender care revealing. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 89 SUMMER SADNESS. ' O, that thou hadst hearkened unto My commandments ; then had thy peace been as a river, and thy righteousness as the waves of the sea." Why art thou wearing a face so sad, As thou walk'st through the flower-filled ways .' Seest thou not that the world is glad, And long are the sunny days ? Why art thou sighing when all things sing ? Why grieving when all things smile .' Oh, banish the gloom from thy heart and brow, And be joyous a little while. Thou canst not be happy ! I see thee stand Where the river flows by in peace. Or the silver sea kisses the luring land. And the joy-songs do not cease ; But thou hast no part in the pleasant scene, For thy heart is not at rest ; And thou turnest thine eyes from the lighted skies. And thou mournest as yet unblest. There's a message for thee in the soft cool showers. And the meadows of gold and green ; There are letters written on leaves and flowers Which thine eyes have not yet seen ; And thy Father is watching with wistful love To see if thou wilt not pray, With a longing look to His home above, For His light on thine onward way. Dost thou know the secret of all thy woe. And why is thy life so dim .' Thou hast chosen thy treasure in worlds below. And wandered away from Him : 9° SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Thou hast not hstened to hear His voice In the cool of the eventide ; Thou knowest not how their hearts rejoice Who keep at the Father's side. And so thou art weary, and lone, and sad. In the light of these sunny days ; Thou hast no comfort to make thee glad, No pleasure to teach thee praise ; Thy heart is burdened with heavy care, And thou knowest no hope of rest : Oh, weary one, far from thy Father's house, Come home to His loving breast. He speaks in His own kind tones of love, Oh, why dost thou grieve Him still ? He sends the summer to speak of Him And teach thee His gracious will. Thy life, like a river, shall flow in peace. And thy spirit shall lose its pain If thou listen to Him and obey His word. Nor wander from Him again. A LABOURER'S SONG. I WORK away from the morn till night, tending the Master's vines, F rom the time when the daybreak lights the world till the time when the eve declines ; And the hot sun beats on my weary head, or the cool night breezes blow, But I must not hinder or leave the work I am doing for Him below. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 9I It seems sometimes, when the day is long, that I work at my task alone, For I listen in vain for a word of cheer, or a brave, familiar tone; And I almost faint in the heat and noise, and sigh for the hour of rest, Till a whisper comes from my troubled soul, " He knoweth whate'er is best." It is very sweet in the summer's day to rest in the forest shade, To lie on the couches of moss and fern, and hide in the leafy glade. To be far away from the working world in the places where glad birds sing, And muse and dream of the conquerors' crowns and the palms which the victors bring. But the day is meant for the battle's strife, for the struggle of those who win. For the shout of the earnest and strong and true, whose foe is the traitor, sin ; For the eager gaining step by step of the rugged but home- ward way. For the breathless race, and the vigorous fight, and the cry of those who pray. So I go my way through the long day's work, God knows what is best for me ; I will not sigh for the cool green fields, nor the soothing song of the sea ; I will take -the sword if He give it me, I wiU climb if He call me on ; I know there will come a time of rest when the burden and heat are gone. 92 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. I think of the country that has no need of the summer's shine and glare, I know that its fields are for ever green and its hillsides always fair ; I shall rest by the river of life ere long, and, oh, should the Master say, " Well done," I shall ever be full of joy that I worked through the summer's day. A VOICE FROM A MARRIAGE-FEAST. " Whatsoever He saith unto you, do it." — The Mother of Jesus. The sunlight fell on the people's faces. The light of heart and the glad were there ; Sweet maidenhood with its tender graces, And one bright girl of them all most fair. Brave men were there, and the royal Master, And those who knew Him as King and Lord ; And their cheeks grew flushed, and their hearts beat faster, As they hushed their voices to hear His word. Did He think at all of the dark to-morrows Coming to Him with relentless tread? At a wedding-feast was the " Man of Sorrows " Cheered and strengthened and comforted ? He came to utter His words of blessing, To thrill the heart of the glad young bride, And teach the listeners closely pressing To Him, that all might be satisfied. A whisper passed, and the wistful mother Said to the Master, " They have no wine ! " The people knew Him as friend and brother, She wanted His glory and power to shine. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 93 He did not promise, but she, all-Ioving, Read His heart, and in simple faith Said to the servants, their fealty proving, " Do whatever the Saviour saith." Never before had the guests such gladness, The wine of joy was before them poured ; Even the sad ones lost their sadness. To all was the joy of their youth restored. For He who blessed when the store was failing Gave them the joy of His love Divine, And taught the guests, that His power prevailing. Could change life's water to richest wine. We do not tire of this marriage story ; We have our feasts, and we need to-day That Christ should come in His might and glory. Chasing the care and the want away. We are not satisfied ; still our praying .Goes to the Master the thick clouds through. And still to us is the good voice saying, " Whatsoever He tells you, do." And so, through tears that at times will glisten, We lift our eyes to the Master's face ; We serve and love Him, and thus we listen To catch the word of His mighty grace. We pour the water and find it glowing. But look for a feast when these days are passed ; We do what the Master bids us, knowing The wine of the kingdom is kept till the last. 94 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. READY FOR ACTION. " Choose you this day whom ye will serve." "As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord." We have chosen, and we will stand By the choice that our hearts have made ; We are a firm, strong band. Whose spirits are not dismayed ; We look at the darkening slopes Where the foes of the Master meet. And we talk of our earnest hopes That ere long they shall know defeat. We have chosen, we know our King, Our guerdon shall be His smile. Our trophies we'll gladly bring To His feet in a little while. To-day we but watch and wait Till His summons shall move us on ; But soon, ere the time is late, We shall sing of a victory won. We have chosen. Oh, men may tell Of fields where they rather fight ; We know we have chosen well, For our motto is God and the right. They say that the strife is long, And is fought amid loss and pain. But we answer them back in song With a joyous and brave refrain. We have chosen, and we abide Wherever the Captain stays ; We fight on the Lord's own side In pleasant or stormy days ; SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 95 And if ever our hearts should fail, Or the light of our faith burn dim, Our hope will again prevail At the sound of a word from Him. We have chosen to scatter far Satan and all his train ; We fight in a holy war. And true to the cause rerhain ; And at last when the battle is o'er, The victors shall all be crowned, And the wrong shall be strong no more, And the right God's throne surround. Will you come to our ranks to-day, O idlers, who watch us now ? Will you win for yourselves a way, And a life-crown for your brow ? Oh, choose, and make God your choice, Be faithful and true and strong ; And in war shall your hearts rejoice, And in battle your hfe be song. AN ANTE-SONG. " Shout, for the Lord hath given you the city."— Joshua. The walls were wide and strong that day. As when the host first marked their height ; But by the pilgrim feet the way Was trodden now ; and hearts were Ught, And smiles upon their faces shone, Who long God's mighty power had known, And felt they were not left alone. 96 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. The sunset tinged the mountain side, And Jordan's waters calmly flowed, And God's great host from far and wide Stood waiting, while their glad hearts glowed And then rang out the leader's cry. Whose faith was strong that God was nigh, " Shout, He has given you victory." And oh ! the shout that rent the air ! That shout of triumph and delight, Like the whole world made strong with prayer, Or all men victors in a fight. Proclaimed the faith the people had Who feared no shame to make them sad. But trusting in the Lord were glad. And, quickly, as the shout arose, The strong walls bent and shook and fell, And blanched the faces of the foes. While Israel said, " God doeth well." And every man with joy went in To purge the city from its sin. And glory unto God to win. We have a city fairer far. With sapphire walls, and streets of gold. We know not what its glories are. Nor guess its pleasures manifold ; But, thinking of its happy throng. We pilgrims often faint and long To gain its home, and join its song. But we are weak, its walls are high. And we are spoiled and stained with sin ; We travel, but we are not nigh. How may we hope to enter in ? Oh, shout until the air is riven, God has to us the city given ; Shout, we shall surely gain our heaven. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 97 A THOUGHT OF PEACE. ■ I REST awhile in blue-bell ways and where the orchis blows, And the still woodlands bring to me a dream of calm repose. This is a place for weary heads, and the cool, caressing breeze Comes softly here with gentle touch from the green aisles of the trees ; And yet I long for something more than the forest has for me ; Oh, Jesus, King, whom most I love, I am athirst for Thee. These sunlit glades where sweet flowers bloom have many things to say, The green ferns and the primroses have stirred my heart to-day. The cuckoo's call is in the air, and the nightingale's love-song Is heard where sunbeams glint and shine the chestnut-trees among ; The leaves dance on in merriest waltz, and the butterflies are drest. And only I am sad for sin, and moved by deep unrest. But a text from heaven comes to me in this forest church to-day ; There is a Friend whose mighty love can take all strife away ; My life may be like sweet May woods for which my Father cares. And I no longer need to weep my wild, impassioned prayers ; These are the words that have been sent as a summer's gift to me, " Thou keepest him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on Thee." Oh ! Stronghold of the human heart ; oh. Shelter from the storm ! I know the quiet resting-place where I am safe and warm ; I know that tempests beat in vain where all Thy children hide ; I rest me in Thy mighty love, and I am satisfied. 7 98 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. The storm is stilled within my heart, there is sweet rest for me, " Thou keepest him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on Thee." I trust in Thee ; I will not doubt even my safety now ; Thy hand has washed the stains away from heart, and feet, and brow. Through the grey vistas of my life, I see the open gate. And the rest I sigh for lies beyond, it will not come too late ; I have a foretaste of it now, how good Thou art to me ! Thou keepest me in perfect peace because I rest in Thee. SEA WARD. Do you hear the whispering waters Through the miles that lie between ? Do you know how smooth the sand is Where the plashing waves have been 1 Do you see where grow the sea-flowers ? Do you hear the sea-gull's cry ? Do you think of how the white cliffs Beckon nearer to the sky ? Oh, the leaping, gladsome billows Are at play the whole day long ; And they never seem aweary. For they do not cease their song ; And they say the while they woo us To repose upon their breast, ' ' If you spend the year in labour, You have now a time of rest." SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 99 Oh, the white ships on the ocean Catch the breezes as they ride, And the floating tufts of seaweed Come ashore upon the tide, And the sunny, silvered waters Flash their smiles back to the skies, And at night the stars, bright golden, Look on all with loving eyes. Oh, the summer winds are merry That career across the seas. And they vex the sparkling waters, Or caress them, as they please ; But the ocean is not weary Of the zephyr's gladsome play ; It is full of light and frolic As it tosses up its spray. Let us leave the haunts of labour For our rest beside the sea ; Let us learn how bright and gladsome Summer holidays can be ; Let us heed the calling voices Of the friendly winds and waves. And instead of streets and dwellings, Seek the hills and rocks and caves. God will bless us with His presence, And the summer days shall be Like an anthem of sweet measure Sung beside the rolling sea ; And our hearts shall gain new courage As we feel our Father's love, And are brought a step the nearer To our home of rest above. 7—2 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. MORN AND NIGHT. (in the morning.) A STRANGER comes o'er the eastern hills, And he weareth a misty face ; His approach is silent, and grave, and slow. And we see not his hidden grace ; But we know we are fain to walk with him Away to the distant west, Ere he take his leave and another come. When we lay us down to rest. What will the unknown comrade bring .■" A sword for the coming fight ? A task our patience and faith to tax ? A glimmer of some new light? Perchance he will steal from our grasp away Some treasure we hold most dear ; Perhaps he has gifts that are rare as gems To show when he draweth near. We go to meet liim : we cannot tell What he has in his silent heart ; But our hands are ready, our eyes are clear, We will earnestly do our part : And we have Another, a Friend well-known. Who will steadfastly guard our way, So we shall not be really hurt or vexed By the stranger whose name is To-day. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. (at night.) In the west we linger to say good-bye, To the stranger, now grown a friend ; We have found him genial, serene, and kind. And regret that his stay must end. He told us secrets, he gave us joy. And the touch of his hand was strong ; And we find that though sometimes he made us sigh, He has taught us a new glad song. It is true that he led us through roughened ways. And o'er hills that were long and steep, And at last he has taken our strength away, Making us wish for sleep ; But we could not doubt that he came from Him, The Friend who is best of all ; And we felt, as we followed his leading voice. We were heeding our Father's caU. He was but a messenger sent by Him ; Will he say that we used him well ? We can but be sorry for many things That the day will have to tell. And yet we have hope as we watch him pass Away to the brightening west ; For the Father who gave us the day for work Is sending the night for rest. I02 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. LOOKING ON. " Oh, how beautiful the leaves are ! " Many maidens, with bright eyes, Looked upon the changing forests, saw with glee the golden dyes ; But the crimsons and the scarlets and the browns among the trees Only showed the rapid coming of the winter's roughened breeze. All the leaves were faintly sighing that their summer lives were o'er. When the maidens thought them lovely as they ne'er had been before. " Oh, the day is grarid and joyous ! see the bright clouds in the west," Cried a little child with rapture. " Evening colours are the best. Though the mom was bright and happy, in the gloaming I can see That a time of merrier gladness is at hand for you and me.'' Only eyes more grave and tearful saw the tempest in the light. And had dread of what was coming in the darkness of the night. " Very joyous in their playing are the children of the poor. As they sit within the sunshine of the open cottage-door," So the noble lady murmured to her friend, but did not see How the children curse each other, how they fight and disagree. She but looked upon the surface, and her heart will never know How young days are often clouded by earth's poverty and woe. " I am glad to see a people well content and without guile. For the men gay songs are singing, and the women's faces smile." So the strangers sometimes judge us, but they do not see aright. How the wrong too often triumphs o'er the weakness of the right. For the superficial glances of but half-arrested eyes Cannot touch the heart to feeling, cannot make the observer wise. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. I03 We look on, but without seeing all the hidden need of love, All the prayer for summer sunshine when the clouds are dark above ; We can weep for open sorrow, but we do not see the joy, And we wail sometimes when laughter should our thankful lips employ : Have not we the eyes that see not, and the hearts that oft mistake When we seek to succour others, and to bless them for love's sake ? But we know the tender Father from our home is looking on, And He sees the silent prayings of the soul whose hope is gone ; He is looking at the children with the sad thoughts in their eyes ; Well He knows when wild storms gather in the clouds below the skies. And since He is ever looking, does it matter that we fail ? He is watchful, strong, and loving, and His mercy must prevail. MARY. I SAW the Saviour die. I stood afar With other women who had known the Lord, And in the hour of His great agony We saw Him smile upon us. She was there. Who bore Him in her arms a little child. And knew a mother's love, a mother's grief. And she who was the wife of Zebedee Stood by us also. We were not afraid When the affrighted sun hid its bold face Behind the massive clouds. But when He cried " The work is finished," and gave up the ghost. We wished we too could die for very woe, So much we loved Him. 104 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. He was laid away Within a garden, where the fresh young flowers Grew on in quiet beauty. We forgot His words of hope, and only wept His death ; And life grew darker than it e'er had been. For all the stars of hope set with that Sun, In whom we trusted as the Christ of God. We women kept together for a time. In fellowship of sorrow. Where He laid We waited, for the sacred garden-tomb Held Him, our Friend beloved. We scarce could go And leave Him, yet when dews of evening fell, And the calm Sabbath-day stole on the earth, We tore ourselves away. The Sabbath passed. And who shall tell how wearily we sat Within our dwellings .' But at dawn of day, The first day of the week, when the sun rose. We hasted to the sepulchre, and brought Sweet spices with us to anoint the Lord. We said among ourselves, " We are not strong. And who shall roll the stone away ? " We came Unto the sepulchre, and found the door Open already, and within there sat A shining angel. As we started back, He spoke to us in very gentle tones — " Be iiot afraid : ye seek the Crucified ; He is not here, but risen ; come and see The place where Jesus lay." And then he said, " Go tell to the disciples of the Lord That He is risen, and has gone before To Galilee." They, trembling and amazed, Hastened to tell the tidings. I remained. I could not leave the place where Christ had been, Nor could my heart receive the joyful words The angel spoke. Oh, 'twas a cruel thing To take away the body of the Lord ! SONGS OF SUNSHINE. lOJ I thought to look again upon His face, And to His cold, pierced hands to press my lips. Until my grief and love were satisfied ! But now I nevermore might touch His feet. And e'en the solace of embalming Him Was taken from me. John and Peter came. I ran to them, and said, amid my tears, " Oh, they have taken Him from out the tomb ! We know not where they've laid Him." And they looked Into the empty sepulchre, and saw The clothes of Jesus, and went sadly home. I waited still to weep, and then I heard The angels speaking to me. " Why dost weep ? " They said ; but when I told the reason why. Another came, and said, " Why weepest thou ? " So blind my eyes with tears, I knew Him not. But thought He was the gardener. " Sir," I said, " If thou have borne Him hence, I pray thee tell Where thou hast laid Him, and my woman's arms Shall carry Hini away." "Mary /" He said. As only He could say it ; and I turned, With eager eyes to look upon His face. With eager lips to stoop and kiss His feet ; And while my happy heart went out to Him, I cried, " My Master / " Do you mourn my Lord ? I say. He is not dead. Oh, weep no more, But come with all your sorrows and your sins. And let Him hear some whisper of your love. And you will find He lives for evermore ! I06 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. IN THE MORNING. {Psalm cxlii.) My dreams are of bright waters and green hills, Of sunny pastures sloping to the sea, Of gladsome music by the singing rills. And songs of birds that rise right merrily ; And woodland mossbeds, fair with flecks of light, And myriad wild flowers glancing into sight. I see dear faces that I have not seen Since last I watched them fade, as joys that drift,- But lo ! a sudden noise where hush has been, And dreams depart, as with a sigh I lift The curtains of my eyes that made the gloom. And all the busy day is in the room ! I would have waited longer if I might Before I saw the dress I have to wear. The tasks to occupy me till the night. The troubles to endure, the cross to bear. But with the dawn the common things rush in, And I am still on earth with grief and sin. So weak am I, I fear to face this day That looms so threateningly before my view ; My spirit sinks at all the dread array Of winding paths that I must needs pursue. Of great or uncongenial works that wait For me to do before the day is late. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. I07 And oh ! the noise that is about my ears, The rush, the worry, and the din of life ! How shall I bear them ? Stay. Through all the years That I have passed amid these scenes of strife I aye have had a Helper, wise and strong, To bless each day until the evensong. I will lift up my eyes. O God, the Lord, Cause me Thy lovingkindness now to hear ; In Thee I trust. Oh, speak to me one word, And let the way where I should walk appear. Father, in mercy guide, dehver me. Teach me Thy will. My soul cries out to Thee. And swiftly comes the answer. Lo, " My grace Suiificient is," " I am with Thee always." Now I can see the shining of His face Whose presence turns to joy the darkest days. I will arise, and gladly go to meet The coming hours, and spend them at His feet. THE SILENT NIGHTINGALE. " Nightingale, stay with me all through the summer ! " So have I cried to my friend of the spring. Then I have listened with eager intentness If I could hear the sweet favourite sing. " Nightingale, nightingale, this is the weather For songs such as thine, made all tender with love ; The broad moor is filled with the scent of the heather, And there is not a cloud in the blue sky above. I08 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. " The chestnuts are filling, the limes are in blossom, The swallows are merrily skimming the lake ; The tall, graceful corn-stems are bending with pleasure, The whole world is glad for the summer's dear sake. " The earth is like fairy-land, radiant with beauty. The homes in the forest are cool in the shade, The ferns have grown tall, and the moss couch is ready For all who would rest from the heat of the glade. " And the nights are all solemn, yet gladsome and tender, The gloaming comes softly and spreads o'er the vale ; If thou didst but sing, then the time would be perfect, And why art thou silent, O sweet nightingale ? " The nightingale came not, — but sent me a message : " Thou canst not have all that is good in these hours ; ■ The rule of this life is some sorrow, some pleasure, Some songs and some silence, both sunshine and showers. " Be glad and content with the full summer blessing God sends thee in roses, and cornfields, and seas ; And do not lament if one pleasure be absent, But sing of His love who has given thee these.'' So I take to my heart the good counsel thus given, And joy in the pleasures God sends me in throngs ; I cannot have all things, yet thankful and happy I'll wait till the spring for the nightingale's songs. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. YOU AND I. You run, and you are not weary ; I walk, and I am not faint ; Your songs are serene and joyous, Mine die sometimes in complaint ; Your path is across the mountain, But mine through the vSUey deep. And oft when your laugh is loudest, I can do naught but weep. Yet why should we scorn each other ? Shall I mock at your merry song ? Or censure your love of climbing. Because I am not as strong 1 Will you turn in impatient anger From me when my heart is sad ? Perhaps if we sang together The anthem would be more glad. You pray in the early morning, " Guide me, O Lord, to-day ;'" Do you know that the prayer but echoes The words that I also say ? You are conscious of truth and honour, And a wish to be free from blame. You are led by a noble purpose — May not I be the same ? We differ perhaps in action : You do not the things I do, And the path where your heart is fearless I never should dare pursue ; 109 no SONGS OF SUNSHINE. But since we have asked for guidance, Perhaps, had we clearer light. To judge as the Master judges, We should see that we both are right. There's a Book that we often study : Some things are most plain to me, While to you there are other pages With truths that I cannot see. You revel in solemn music. And aisles where the light is dim ; I seek the Lord in the silence, And think I may walk with Him. Oh, friend, do you think it matters Though we cannot agree in all, Since we trust in the same great Saviour, And follow where He shall call ? We are hoping to dwell together At last in the Father's home ; Let us gather a little nearer. Ere the day of the meeting come. Let us shout " God speed " to each other Across the dividing line. Let us stretch out hands in the darkness And know where a friend's eyes shine. The world has enough of sorrow, But perhaps it will brighter be If we love each other a little. As the Master loves you and me. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. LA TE. Long is the day ere it brings the hour of closing, Dark is the sky ere the sunset dyes the west ; I have grown weary, and long to be reposing Through the still night, in the calmness of deep rest. Day has brought pain to the eyes that have been seeing Sights sad and sorrowful ; they ache with too much light. When may they close, and pass into that being Which knows the labour ended, and can rest through all the night ? I have grown tired of the noise I have been hearing ; Life's weary rush and bustle, and the constant talk of men ; And a longing fills my spirit for the quiet of that shelter Where the Saviour gives the guerdon of His blessed peace again. There comes to me sometimes in the midst of fog and rattle A picture of bright glades where the sunset colours lie. And the calm of summer twilight where the heart might sing at even, Its vespers in glad praises for the busy days gone by. And I think how sweet such resting to the worn and weary worker. Whose life-tasks are safely finished ! Will it ever be for me ? May my hands at last be folded, while I gaze serene and thankful, Over all these hours of striving which again shall never be ? Ah ! I hear a voice replying, " E'en the day that is the longest Shall look out at last through shadows to the slowly-sinking sun, And there is no weary toiler but at length shall know the comfort Of the grateful hour at nightfall, when he knows his work is done." 112 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. So I say to hard-pressed brothers, Let us once again take courage, And for yet a little longer bravely seek to do our best. See the sun is going westward, and the shadows have grown longer, Lo ! the blessed evening cometh, with its. time for peace and rest. IN THE WILDERNESS. " Tempted like as we are." After the glory resting on the brow Of Christ, the Son of God, there came deep gloom. He stood with John in Jordan, and came up Out of the water, when before His eyes The heavens were opened, and the light shone down. And, as a dove, the Spirit of the Lord Lighted upon the Saviour, while a voice Said sweetly, " Thou art My beloved Son, In whom I am well pleased." Then Christ went forth To meet the darkness and the loneliness. The hunger and mysterious suffering Of all the tempted ones. The Spirit led Away into the barren wilderness. And the obedient Saviour followed Him Away from happy homes and merry bands Of household friends, away from lighted streets. And from the rosy freshness of the world. Where little children played, and where young hearts Beat high with hope and joy. He turned His face Unto the desert shadows. Not for Him SONGS OF SUNSHINE. II3 The sweet, sweet talk of simple budding flowers, And warbling of the winsome, joyous birds ; But the unanswering silence of the night. And barrenness and solitude were His. For forty awful days the Son of God Was tempted. Satan troubled Him with doubts And base suggestions. The great enemy Of all our souls engaged in fight with Him, Hoping to conquer. What we feel. He felt : He knew the shrinking pain of those whose hearts Wonder at all the strange, dim ways of God. He knew the faintness and the weariness, The pitiful appeal unto the strong, The feeling in the dark in hope to find The firm, close clasp of a dear Father's hand ; The sorrowful uplooking of mute eyes, The panting of the spirit after God. He knew the trouble, but knew not the sin. Patient, enduring, rock-like in His strength The Saviour stood, and gained the victory. But Satan would not easily resign His hope of triumph ; and the Son of God Had fasted forty days and hungry grew. Long years before, the manna fell from heaven. And all the hungry hosts came from their tents And gathered daily food for every day. God loved His children, would not let them starve. But sent the quails to nestle near their hands. And bade the gentle showers of food from heaven Fall in the desert. Yet His own dear Son Fainted for hunger, that Himself might know How best to help and pity all the poor Who in this suffering world should pray to Him. And God could watch and let no manna fall ! Oh, wonderful is He, who loves us so, That for our sakes He let the Saviour fast ! 114 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. And when the tempter came to Him, he said, " If Thou indeed canst be the Son of God, Command these stones that they be changed to bread." But Jesus answered — " It is written down, ' Man shall not live alone by daily bread. But by the bread of life, which God doth speak.' " Satan was not yet conquered, and he took The Saviour to the holy city then, And set Him on the temple's pinnacle. And spoke with sneering words to Christ the King. " Thou art the Son of God ? Then cast Thyself Down from the temple ! It is written, too. That God shall give His angels charge of Thee, Lest Thou should dash Thy foot against a stone." In patience and in meekness, yet in words Of grave rebuke, replied the holy Lamb, " ' Thou shalt not tempt the Lord thy God,' His Word Declares it." Then the angry, worsted fiend Made yet a bolder blasphemous attempt. He took Him to a mountain, where Christ saw The kingdoms of the world ; and thus he spoke : " If Thou fall down and worship me, to Thee The worlds shall all be given.'' But then The Saviour rose in majesty, and smiled Upon the dark-faced tempter of our race, And sent him from His presence rapidly. ■" Get thee behind Me, Satan, for God's Word Has said, ' Thou shalt but worship God the Lord, Him only shalt thou serve.' " And in that hour The victory was won. The vanquished foe Stole from His presence, and the angels came And ministered unto Him. Do you know, Ye who are tempted in life's wilderness. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 115 That 'twas for you Christ suffered ? Do not fear The tempter's power, for Christ is standing by, With loving hands to bless and comfort you. And grave, stern glance, to send the foe away.' Oh, do not feel forsaken : trust in Him, And ever, for His sake who died for you. Go boldly forward. You shall victors be, And need not hang your heads, and need not fast, For He has won for you the feast of joy. MANY HAPPY RETURNS. ' Her Majesty's birthday was loyally. celebrated throughout the kingdom.' Daily Papers. The bells rang out through the merry day. And men at work in the morning sheen. Busy with boats in the little bay. Or out in the fields where the crops are green. Said, " God bless the Queen !" The children hurrying off to school. Among sheaves of knowledge the ears to glean. Cried merrily, " She is the one to rule ! " And they tossed their caps with a pleasure keen ; " God save the Queen ! " The women at work in the cottage homes Sang the babes to sleep with this song that day, " God bless the Queen ; and whatever comes, Let her long in the land that loves her stay. As her people pray." 8-2 Il6 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. The merchant busy at desk or bank, Hearing the bells his thoughts between, Rested a moment her reign to thank. For peace and plenty that long have been. God bless the Queen ! Grey heads were lifted. "There ne'er will be," Said many men whom the years make wise, " A monarch gentle and good as she ! God shower His gifts from the bounteous skies On the country's Prize ! " So the loyal hearts that are filled with love, As the day passed gladly everywhere. Sent to the Father-King above The whispered sound of an earnest prayer. On the summer air. For we know our Queen ! She is wise and good. With a mother's heart and a widow's face ; She does kind deeds that are understood, She comes to many a darkened place, With her gentle grace. No added title can make her great. She is great already ; and none can say How utterly mournful and desolate Will the nation be, when her genial sway Shall have passed away. Does she long sometimes for the hour of rest. And him who waits on the other shore, Crowned and happy, serene and blest. And wish that her reign with its toil were o'er ? But we need her more, — SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 1 17 And with all our hearts do we sing and pray, God save Her Majesty, bless the Queen, And give her many a glad birthday, And be the Helper He aye has been, To our noble Queen. MARCH IN FAIRLIGHT GLEN. The lion is asleep to-day. And like a lamb for gentleness, Or like an angel glad to bless, March spends its strength in pleasant play. The ever-changing, restless sea, Is glad her colours to display, Of blue and green, and silver grey, The while the ships sail placidly. The sun shines down with loving smile, And fleecy clouds float to and fro Above the glen where violets grow. And the breeze-songs the hours beguile. Where last year's nuts and acorns lie. And ivy creeps, and ferns are green. Whole books of promises are seen Spread out before the approving sky. And round about the " dripping well," Whose gurgling music fills the vale. The celandine and primrose pale Have an entrancing tale to tell — Il8 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. That joyous spring is drawing near, Borne onward by strong winds and showers, And waited for by budding flowers And weary hearts that, hold her dear. And sea, and sky, and greening glen. With one accord their welcome sing. And greet the conning of the spring With blessings for the sons of men. And we glad-hearted swell the strain ; God sends His gifts to those who wait. And He will give, ere it be late, To you and me His spring again ! IN SHANKLIN CHINE. Is there a world of pomp and noise ? I am so far from every sound, • But water trickling from the ground. And blithe birds singing of their joys, That now and then it seems to me There is no world where people be. Where has the world a fairer spot .-" And where is found so deep repose As here, where branches meet and close Above my head, and where is not A single sign of sin or pain To bring the heart -ache back again ? SONGS OF SUNSHINE. II9 Alone and glad my way I take Through winding paths of sun and shade, By hidden nests which birds have made, And mossy homes of fern and brake ; And every step upon the sod Speaks to me of the love of God. Through the leaf-lattice on the height I look down on the smiling sea, Where waves are dancing merrily, Bedecked with diamond drops of light. And feel how fair in shine or shade, Is this glad world which God has made. Yet there's a world of work and noise ! I scarce can shut it from this Chine ! It holds the friends who round me twine, And even here they make my joys, And gently woo me back again To graver scenes of toil and pain. And I would rather dwell with them In the full life of human love. Than stay all earthly eve above, And be content with leaf and gem ; For there are better things for me, Than idle days beside the sea. I thank my God for beauteous sights, For glens and valleys, leaves and flowers, For ocean music, and still hours, For peaceful days and restful nights, And old tasks waiting as before For me, when holidays are o'er. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. SABBATH IN DARENTH VALE There is joyous life in the laughing valleys, And light is flashing along the slopes, And stealing in through the woodland alleys Like sweet surprises of dawning hopes. The daisies gaze from the grass-green meadows Up to the heights of the tranquil blue, As if they would rise from the world of shadows To the Father-eyes that are looking through. The cowslips bow to the soft winds' breathing, The violet purples the moss-green shade, The faithful ivy is fondly wreathing Its arms where always its trust was stayed. And everywhere there are bright things growing, Painting with beauty the verdant sod. As if they were hopeful and happy, knowing They also share in the love of God. The birds sing out in a joyous chorus : Cuckoo, nightingale, lark, and thrush, Raise their anthems in sweetness o'er us ; Then let them die to a thankful hush. There is no sign of a robe of sadness. The eyes of Nature are no more dim ; Her heart is full of a grateful gladness, And all things join in her Sabbath hymn. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. And we will sing of the Hand that ever Through pleasant places our feet have led ; God has forsaken His children never, But guided, sheltered, and saved instead. For to-day we think of the Father's blessing Poured on us duly through all life's ways, Since we played in our childhood, little guessing What joys He would give us in after Mays. So, resting here in the bright spring weather. What can we do, but, with friends above And happy companions, sing together, " God is our Father, and God is Love " ? WESTON WOODS. We can see the footsteps Of the early spring : And the woods are vocal While the joy birds sing ; Primroses and violets Scent the bracing air, And leaves say in whispers, " God is everywhere." Listen to the robins, Ballads sweet sing they, Telling how the Father Feeds them every day ■ SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Snow has never hurt them, Nor the boisterous wind, And they say in chorus, " God is always kind." Peer from out the branches Downward to the sea ; Hear the hollow music Where the dark waves be ; They are like bass voices Joining in the song, And they roll the answer, " God, the Lord, is strong.'' There are other echoes, From the town they rise ; Hearts are there all happy. Spirits that are wise, Faces worn with sorrow, Yet, hopes fixed above. Say they all with reverence, " God, indeed, is love." Let us join the chorus, We have much to tell ; For the great good Father Doeth all things well. From the woodland pathways. From moss-covered sod — Yea, from all creation, Praises be to God. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. I23 THE STRANGERS' GROUND. "John Keats died in Rome, and was buried in the strangers' ground."— Carpenter. Oh, little did it matter where the blithe young poet slept ! He had had his twenty summers ; he had sung and he had wept ; He had dreamed of the fair city, and he sought it now to die, While his dreams of fame and honour mocked his hopes and passed him by ; Far away from home and country was his rest-place early found, And it does not wound his spirit that he sleeps in strangers' ground. 'Tis an oft-repeated story. Every day of every year, When the cold death-angel threatens, timid hearts, in hope or fear, To evade his rigorous summons, pass to other lands away — (All too soon that evening cometh to the longest, fairest day !) But no miracle of healing to their saddest prayer is found, And they have to join the sleepers who are in the strangers' ground. But the tale is full of pathos. It were -hard to pass away. With strange lights about us shining at the closing of the day, With the unfamiliar faces looking calmly into ours. And the dread of what may follow at the failing of our powers, With the hunger and the longing but to hear old voices sound, And perhaps the unwept burial in the foreign strangers' ground ! But a brighter vision follows. It is possible to die In an unacquainted household with no comrade standing by, But with one Face so revealed, and the shining home so near, That the Spirit takes departure without one regret or fear. Does it matter where the entrance to our city may be found ? The tired body sleeps full sweetly in the strangers' burial ground. 124 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. So we need not fear to journey. Every land, where'er it be, Has some hill from which ascending our glad eyes can heaven see ; And, since angels shall be with us, and the friends we love shall wait) With their words of joyous welcome round about the open gate, And since over every country Christ's awakening voice shall sound. Does it matter who lies waiting in the strangers' sleeping ground ? DOVE NEST. Mrs. Hemans, who spent a summer at Dove Nest, said in a letter, " I am so deligiited with the spot, that I scarcely Icnow how I shall leave it." Hidden away among sheltering trees. Where her face was fanned by the mountain breeze. Where her heart was moved by the gentle stir, And the leaves had voices that spoke to her, The singer found in this quiet nest A blessed haven of peaceful rest. With misty eyes she would often see How strangely bright can the earth-home be ; For though she sang of " the better land. Where the pearls gleam forth on the golden strand," She loved this beautiful world of ours. With its grand, green hills, and its fair, sweet flowers. She walked at morn through the forest ways. Among old brown trunks, where the squirrel plays ; And the birds came round in a happy throng. And ravished the singer's heart with song. And they told her secrets about themselves. And what they thought of the fays and elves. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 1 25 At noon she looked upon Windermere, With its silver waters bright and clear ; And the glancing sails on the tiny wave Would render the poet-woman grave, For she saw that the shadow of grief and care Darkened even the faces there. And at eventide, when the sunset-glow Lovingly stole to the vale below. And the purple mists on the mountain-heads Wrapped them away in their shadow-beds. Her heart would listen, her eyes would see. If deeper lessons with night should be. So she gathered the treasures of wood and stream, Of rocky pastures and sparkling beam. Into her heart ; then she wove them well Into wreaths of song, with her magic spell. And scattered them over this world of pain. Until saddened faces grew bright again. Toilers at work by the dusty street, Weary with sorrow and faint with heat. Had visions fair of the lake and skies. Which were seen for them by the poet's eyes, And wandered in fancy by wood and stream. Led by her song through the pleasant dream. We bless our singer. We love her still. Though her voice is silent by lake and hill. But is she not living, in brightness clad. With the happy-hearted, the ever-glad ? Then perchance when we meet with the dear home-band. We shall hear her sing in the better land. 126 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Sm WALTER SCOTT AT KENILWORTH. A GREAT mysterious mass of walls, whose story few might know, And lofty towers that silently told of the long ago. Stood in the midst of sunny slopes, where the oaks and hawthorns grow. The stones were taken from the wall that reared its lofty head, And they built the lowly cottage-rooms and the humble useful shed ; They which had made the castle strong, strengthened the hut instead. But a man came from his northern home and visited the scene ; He looked on Leicester's tower, with far-seeing eyes and keen. And he saw the splendid pageantry and show which once had been. He saw the floor, where floor was none, thronged by the rich and great. The haughty queen in gorgeous robes, with wondrous pomp and state ; And a prison in the midst of all, and a young heart desolate. He saw fierce faces white with rage, and he looked in cruel eyes ; He heard indignant, honest words, and the fawning, false replies ; And the prayers which from the pleasaunce rose in passion to the skies. The stones told secrets unto him, leaves chattered on the trees ; He heard strange sighs in gloomy vaults, and laughter in the breeze — And with his wonder-working pen put life into all these. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 1 27 Did he think of Kenilworth at last when he spoke in earnest mood His dying words, " Be virtuous, religious ; dear, be good " ? Such lessons do the ruins teach, if they are but understood ! BY CHARLOTTE BRONTE'S GRAVE, IN HAWORTH CHURCH. We climbed the hills in the gloaming time. When the winds were ringing a mournful chime ; We walked o'er wastes of the heather dead, And saw the shadows o'er moorland spread, As the short, but sunny, October day Passed into twilight, and died away. And then, through the mists on the hills and dells. There rang the sounds of the evening bells, And a rnessage came in the stirring air Bidding us forth to the house of prayer ;— But how could we walk through the steep, stoned street. Without thinking of other, departed feet. We could almost picture the sHm, swift form. Hurrying fast through the gathering storm : And the lighted windows so near the fane Pelted oft by the wind and rain. Seemed to show to our eager and hungry eyes The face of the writer so strangely wise. We knew she had passed through the opening door. Had trodden the turf on the gloomy moor. 128 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Had come from out of the stormy night Into the church with its soft, warm Hght, While the winds that hngered on shadowy wings Whispered many mysterious things. It seemed that her presence was in the air While we joined in the words of the Evening Prayer We knew that we knelt by the silent grave Of a faithful-woman whose heart was brave, And the might of whose vigorous, burning thought, With many a vision of joy was fraught. But the preacher spoke — 'twas All-hallow e'en — And he drew us away from what had been. From the heart that had suffered for very love. To the ransomed spirit at rest above, To the beautiful land where the summers last And only the sin and the grief are past. He spoke of the multitudes gathered there Where no sighs of sorrow can rend the air, With the pain all over, the work well done. And the crown of the " more than conqueror " won, The tears all dried, the mistakes forgiven. And the rest for all who have nobly striven. So we blessed our God for His heaven- above. And the happy spirits that dwell in love ; We know that our writer can understand The things that were dim in this darker land. And now that the mists have passed away, She lives and works in the brighter day. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 1 29 MONTGOMERY'S TOMB* A POET lived where the crowd was great, And the workers' feet passed early and late ; His heart had quiet, and sang its song Where the sounds of hammers were loud and long. He loved the places of work and noise, For he shared the depths of the people's joys ; He knew their sorrows, they made him sad, And in their pleasures his heart was glad. He found good friends among God's bright flowers. And green fields wooed him through sunny hours ; But with glad content he turned again To read God's love in his fellow-men. The children knew him and sought the face That age robbed not of its kindly grace ; And the hearts of many distressed and poor, Grew light and glad as they passed his door. It thrilled his soul when his hymns were sung By many thousands of old and young ; And each new year, for the children's part. He drew some song from his loving heart. " I have little wealth ; I will give a hymn," He oft would say. And our eyes grew dim With regretful tears on that mournful day, When the angels called him from earth away. * Montgomery's Tomb, at Sljieffield, was erected by the teachers and scholars of the Sunday-schools. 9 130 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. But the busy town where he loved to be, And the schools that had known his sympathy. The friends he had cheered with his kindly speech, And the Uttle ones whom he used to teach, — Will keep him still in their hearts of love, And will meet him soon in the land above ; For they know that the poet passed away, To live in the home of eternal day. And there in the presence of Christ the King, It needs that Montgomery still must sing ; For if songs can rise through the thick earth-air. They are sweeter by far which are rising there. NOTTINGHAM CEMETERY. Here is a place that is rich in tradition, A place of mysterious, wonderful caves ; Here there are sleepers of rank and condition Reposing in peace, 'neath the marble-crowned graves. Could the clods speak, what a wonderful story Would they have to tell of the far-away times. When the people were wild, and had strange thoughts of glory. And ne'er heard the music of sweet Sabbath chimes ! These dark " Druids' caves " keep their secrets of sadness. And tell not the scenes they might blush to reveal ; So we only can guess all the horror and madness. Which these dim recesses were used to conceal. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 131 But we think how the forest was vocal with singing, And how there were laughter and cheer in the glen, When the hills, and the dales, and the meadows were ringing With bold Robin Hood and his gay merry men. We think, too, how Byron had dreams of wild beauty As he rested awhile in this calm, pleasant shade, And gentle Kirke White wrote of sweetness and duty, While mournfully musing within the cool glade. And then we look out where the people are sleeping. All safely and silently here in the graves, Having finished all labour and sorrow and weeping, And say, " It is good they should rest in these caves.'' For, should not " God's acre '' with beauty be brightened ? And should not His children, now hushed into rest, Of pain freed for ever, of all burdens lightened. Lie down in the places most lovely and best ? And, oh ! what a sight will this old place discover, And, oh ! what a wonderful crowd there will be. When the Great Day has come and the sleeping is over. And all the Lord's hosts shall be happy and free. God grant that these sleepers, and all who shall follow, Made glad when this life and its troubles shall cease. May rise to a bright and unending to-morrow. In the Home of the happy, the Land of release ! 9—2 132 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. AT THE LAND'S END. Oh ! booming, thunderous waters, Ye are all mirth to-day ! And ye toss about the giant rocks Your fountains of white spray, Till down the darkening crevices The water runs in streams, While the western path across the waves Like molten silver gleams ! Was ever foam so snowy ? Was ever sea so green ? Did ever waves go sounding The hollow caves between. As where the great Atlantic Goes sweeping out of sight. Or laves the " Irish Lady," And the feet of the " Armed Knight " ? The stately " Longships " lighthouse Lifts its friendly head on high ; To-night its star, clear-shining. As the lonely ships go by, Will cheer the sailors, sighing At the thought of wife and friend, And light home-pictures for them As they pass the rough Land's End. The cormorants and the sea-gulls Join their pathetic cries With the thunders of the ocean And the wild wind's passion-sighs, SONGS OF SUNSHINE. I33 And we think of the poet-preacher * On " the narrow neck of land," As betwixt the seas unbounded In the calm March sun we stand. Our hearts are filled with wonder At the might and power of Him Whose voice controls the waters In the day and midnight dim. And we sing our songs of rapture, With solemn voice and low, For He comforts us by saying, He goes where'er we go.J What shall we do but trust Him In the storm and in the calm ? The birds and winds and waters Are joining in our psalm ; And we know that He, Almighty, The Wonderful, the Great, Will love us ; and His children Shall ne'er be desolate. So our hearts are calm and happy. As we look upon the sea, For we know the Father's mercy Is where'er His children be ; And we set our faces inland With a hopeful smile again — Oh ! life has many changes. But God will aye remain. * J. Wesley. 134 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. THE CHURCH IN THE WOOD. (hollington.) In the brown but budding woodlands Through the week the children play ; Then across the grass-green meadows Come the worshippers to pray. Brighter grow the people's faces Turning from the busy week, As through primrose-paths they wander God within His courts to seek. But, though on the Sabbath only Human voices sing to God, These sweet woods are never silent, — Every flower that decks the sod, And each twig that pointing upward Whispers through the greening ways, Swells and lengthens the joy-chorus To the loving Father's praise. All the week the sparrows twitter, Every day the robin sings, Soon will come the merry cuckoo To the church where ivy clings : And ere long, through darkling even And the solemn hours of night. Nightingales will grow pathetic While they sing of love's delight. So the flowers among the brushwood And the bird above its nest, And the breezes in the tree-tops, And the roots by moss caressed, SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 135 And the leaves that kiss together, And all things both bright and dim Know the love of the great Father, And are singing praise to Him. And, away from towns and cities, This old church within the wood. Teaches ever to the strangers Lessons of the meek and good ; Preaches sermons to the people. That to love and do the right, Is to learn the happy secret Of a life of calm delight. Very quiet are the sleepers In God's Acre round about, And good words of chastened sorrow Heal the mourner's fear and doubt : " All life's aching pain of patience, All its tears for ever past. All its yearnings, and its strivings, Stilled to endless peace at last." So the woods, and church, and grave-stones. And the flowers that meekly smile. Say, " Take comfort, musing stranger. Sorrow lasts but for awhile ; Everywhere arise God's temples, Do not fear His way to take, Work in hope, then sleep in silence Till the eternal day shall break." 136 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. IN GRASMERE CHURCHYARD Where the " gushing Rothay " flows, And the yew its shadow throws, There's a humble grave, Where no costly marble stone Makes the silent sleeper known, But green branches wave. Round about the glad birds sing. Where the woods cool shadows fling, And the land is fair ; For the murmurous music thrills Through the lanes and up the hills On the summer air. Here the strangers from afar. Thronging where the beauties are. Stand with pensive smile. Thinking of a friend who lies With hands folded and closed eyes For a little while. Yet no martial banners stir O'er this lowly sepulchre Where the daisies grow ; Only loving hearts whose pain Has been soothed by the sweet strain Of the man below, — Come with thoughts of thankfulness For the power to teach and bless Given by God to him ; And sometimes his friends who pass Through the pleasant verdant grass Look with eyes made dim. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 137 To the everlasting hills, Sunny lakes, and rushing rills, With discerning eyes. And while resting in fair ways Send a tribute of heart-praise Upward to the skies. So the " poet of the lakes," Sleeping till in heaven he wakes Better songs to sing, Even now, though silently Speaking to the passers by, Serveth the great King. FURNESS ABBEY. Had but the ruins voices, wondrous tales These stones would tell, of the old long ago. When the sun shone through richly-coloured glass And 'neath the arches priests processioning, Passed to the music of the matin hymn. Or solemn vesper chants. They would declare The hidden secrets of the ancient years, And draw most graphic pictures of the past For tourists' wondering eyes. Even now the walls. Stately and ivy-crowned, the arches grand, The cloisters and the aisles, and the carved seats Where the high altar stood, seem to the mind Of the awed dreamer to be filled with forms Busy with life. Seven hundred years ago The Norman monks looked for a pleasant place 138 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Where they might dwell ; and their sagacious head, Evanus, found a deep, secluded dell, Through which the silver river singing ran. Where grass was green, and woods were plentiful, And the strong hills were like God's sentinels To guard from harm ; and there within the " Vale Of Nightshade" found the monks a home. A prince. Pious and loyal, in the name of God, And " for the safety of Matilda's soul And his,'' declared that he would gladly give (Knowing that flowers must fade, and princes die) Fumess and Walney, Dalton, Ulverston, With fisheries and lands, with " sac " and " soc," And everything belonging, to the monks. And so to God. The lakes were filled with fish. The corn waved on the hills, and in the vales The cattle grazed, and the flocks grew and spread ; And as the riches were increased, with joy They raised the stately abbey, till it stood In solemn grandeur, mighty and complete ; And here the choral hymn was sweetly sung. And white-robed monks passed chanting many prayers. And skilful hands wrote manuscripts to live. Here strangers came, and here the sick were nursed, And solemn pomp of gorgeous funeral Subdued the people. Here the abbots ruled And died ; and here the little children came In happy crowds. The scene was greatly changed. When the eighth Henry, needing gold and lands. And choosing to reform the ills he guessed. Dissolved the monasteries. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 1 39 One day in spring, When April sunlight lay upon the earth, And fair Furness was dressed in robes of flowers. The Abbey gates received their enemies, And courteous monks, with faces sad and dark, Submitted to the inevitable grief and loss. And signed away their precious heritage. And so to-day there are no worshippers, But only pleasure-seekers and light crowds Within the walls. The beauty of the past Still lingers in the ruins, but decay Has made the walls to totter and to break. And all the monks have passed away to dust. But God is worshipped yet ! In lowlier shrines The people gather, but they bring to Him True service still, and though the abbeys fall, The temple of the Lord, not made with hands. Is yet upreared, and it shall aye remain. THE ROBINS IN DUDLEY CASTLE. Merrily hopping from tree to tree, The birds are as happy as birds can be ; Their red breasts flash on the mouldering walls, As they stop to answer each other's calls. And the browning branches are gay with song, For the robins cannot be silent long. Does it matter to them that they sing to-day Where earthly glory has found decay ? 14° SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Nay ; they are as blithe on the " warder's tower," As the robins that sang there at any hour ; And they sweetly warble about the " keep," Though no fair ladies are there to weep. There were robins, doubtless, to spend their breath In song for the ears of Elizabeth ; Their soothing message would fill the air, That stole to Mary imprisoned there ; And quite as sweetly they sing to me — The friendly robins, whose songs are free. Little they care for the pageants proud. Or the blasts of the trumpets fierce and loud ; But they love the quiet of hill and glen, And the cheery voices of peaceful men ; And summer and winter the robins sing. In faithful love to the Maker- King. And so, whatever shall pass away. There are some delights that will always stay ; The towers may totter, the strong walls break. And kings and nobles the earth forsake ; But God is praised by the passing breeze, And robins sing in the autumn trees. And we who linger, where, long ago, Proud hearts were joyous, or filled with woe, Give thanks to Him that not even yet Does He the needy earth forget ; For His hands of 'mercy still blessings bring. And we and the robins have cause to sing. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 141 LIVINGSTONE. A CONQUEROR comes home ! Shall glad bells ring And eager crowds throng in the flower-strewn street ? Shall merry maidens join his praise to sing ? And smiling men go forth the brave to meet ? Nay ; muiHed peals that tell a nation's grief, And tear-dimmed eyes, and sorrow-softened tone. And hands that press each other for relief, Have met to welcome back our Livingstone. We hoped he would not die, but he is dead ! The clear, brave eyes that looked in danger's face. The stalwart form, the thoughtful, time-tinged head, Are home at last — to claim a sleeping-place. And he shall have the best. He finds a grave Where kings and princes, and our greatest sleep. The good old man, so faithful and so brave. Shall lie within. the Abbey ; and we weep, Because his eyes are closed and cannot see. He cannot hear the plaudits of his friends, Nor dream about the heart -felt sympathy And love which for all loss would make amends. We have our other heroes whom we crown — They gained our victories by fire and sword ; We give them praiseful honours and renown, — But this last hero served the peaceful Lord. 142 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. He made our dear old England loved, not feared ; He healed, he did not slay, the savage men ; He made the Saviour's name to be revered. And taught the dying how to live again. He called all men his brothers, and the crowd That other men despised he loved and blessed ; He prayed for all ; he knew the dusky-browed Had need of Christ, that they might find His rest. He longed, and strove, and wrought, that He might see His Master worshipped, and the simple taught, And all the tribes of Africa set free, Nor human forms again be sold and bought. He pushed his way among the stranger-host. To give us knowledge and to make us wise ; He pined for friends, and felt alone and lost, That we might profit by his enterprise. And now at last he rests ! He sees the face Of Him whom he has loved, the Father's Son ; He has been welcomed to the highest place. And heard the Master say to him, " Well done." He is not now uncrowned — he lives in light ; He is not now alone, but with the great ; He has forgotten all the dreary night. And how he mourned when he was desolate. And we will tell our children of his grave. And teach them how the great man understood, That to be true and mighty, strong and brave. It needs that we be humble, pure, and good. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 143 And when our hearts are sad that we no more Shall clasp his hand, and hear his cheery tone, We yet may pray that on the heavenly shore We all may meet again our Livingstone. SHAKESPEARE'S HOUSE AT STRATFORD. Men's hearts beat fast and their eyes are dim As they stand in the lights and glooms Which memory makes in its thoughts of him Who played in the httle rooms ; For the picture comes of a bright-eyed boy, Merry, and brave, and glad. Who knew not yet of the wondrous earth. Nor the mighty power he had. Did his mother see, with her wistful eyes. How the light of genius shone In the face that bent o'er the painted flower And saw beauty in a stone ? Did she dream, in the chimney-comer there. That ever a day would break When the stranger's feet should tread the floor In reverence for his sake ? But he ? God gave to him eyes to see. And a mind to plan and dream ; His heart was sad for the woe around. And glad in the sunny beam. Trees whispered secrets for him to hear. And the meadows and the brooks Became to him in his boyhood's days His teachers and his books. 144 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. The wayside hedge was a school to him, And the birds and bees in throngs Brought him their messages evermore, And comforted him with songs. And he looked in the face of a man, and read Till his heart was an open page. So the youth learnt lessons from earth and skies. From childhood and hoary age. The years rolled by, and God gave to him A marvellous power of thought, And words of beauty and strength to live, With might and with sweetness fraught. And he passed from earth, but his works remain As our household words to-day, For where mind is eager and reason keen, Our Shakespeare's name has sway. • So the crowds that come to the little house In the vale where the Avon flows, Are bound together by love of him Whose genius the whole world knows. And thoughtful strangers give thanks to God For the good deeds men have wrought. For the burning words which they spoke and wrote, And our heritage of thought. IN BLACK GANG CHINE. The sea is flashing its silver light, And fiercely its surface gleams ; There is not a cloud in the wide blue sky To temper its burning beams. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 1 45 But cool in the shadow the great rock throws, I sit through the scorching day, While the white rocks glitter, and ships go by, And the glad waves tireless play. And I think of One who has thrown for me. In the midst of a weary land, A great Rock's shadow where I might rest. Though the sun was on every hand ; Where life's hot fever could touch me not. But happy, and safe, and calm, Through the smiting heat I could sit and sing The words of a thankful psalm. The sea was angry and rough one day. And its waves like mountains rose ; And the restless waters heaved and rushed, Nor an instant had repose. I saw the wreck of a ship that sank, Beaten in stormy strife ; But I was safe on the mighty rock. Living a tranquil life. So the Rock of Ages has Ijeen to me A refuge and safe retreat, A hiding-place from the storms of life, As well as from Ufe's fierce heat ; Waves have beaten and tempests howled. But happy and safe are they Who are hidden away in the great Rock's cleft In the dangerous, stormy day. The winds were armies of conquering foes Smiting the trembhng trees. And over the hills in their might they came. Lashing the foaming seas. 146 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. But I clung to the rock till the wild hour passed, For nothing could harm me there ; The rocks are firm in the tempest times, As well as in balmy air. And I said, I will cling to my Rock of strength, Whatever the day may be, I am safe, and happy, and calm, and free. For no danger can reach to me. And oh, that the joy may be mine one day, From the might of the creeping waves, To lift some helpless and drowning ones To the height of the Rock that saves IN LANCASTER CASTLE. [The Castle has long been used as a prison.] The merry sun shines on the hills, And calls the flowers to sweetest life. And silvers o'er the singing rills. And blesses men amid the strife Of labour in the streets below. And lightens many a heart of woe. But in the Castle men are sad. And women see the sun and sigh ; To them the summer is not glad. For the hot hours pass drearily In bitter thoughts, and mocking dreams Of forests where the sunlight gleams, — SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 147 Of broad, green slopes where shadows creep, And where the Lune winds on its way ; And if they sometimes turn and weep. Or lift sad eyes to God and pray, What wonder, since the land is fair. And naught of beauty reaches there ? For round about the Castle tower No ladies gUde with stately mien. Nor lords of princely might and dower, As in the days that once have been ; But the wrong-doers mourn their wrong. Or would forget their care in song. The birds come near and sing to them, But scarce their madrigals are heard ; The raindrop sparkles like a gem, But brings to them nor sign nor word ; For to caged eyes the very sun Is darkened by the ill-deeds done. And yet a message of great peace Is borne within the dungeon walls ; There is a love that does not cease, Though sin the hardened heart enthrals ; There is a Voice, where'er men be. That gently says, " Come unto Me." Oh, might the prisoners' hearts relent, And turn to Him whate'er their crime, With those sad hours there would be blent The brightness of the summer-time ; For when God gives His pardon-kiss, He fills the empty heart with bliss. 148 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. A SCENE IN LANCASHIRE. 'TWAS the time of " losing." The morning tasks Were done, and the looms were still. The doors were opened, the women passed In flocks from the crowded mill ; And the clattering sound of the wooden clogs Rang out in the autumn air. As they came, the young and the very old. The plain and the strangely fair. A man was looking with watchful eyes At the mixed, pathetic sight Of the motley crowd of shawl-clad heads, And the faces worn and white. He knew their toil and their weariness. And the homes where poor folks dwell, Their patient hoping and cheerfulness, And he felt his heart to swell. But a thought of joy came to him soon, And he sang it gladly out. As one whose hope was strong and true. Nor tried by fear or doubt, " There is a better world they say, Unshadowed by the night, Where sin and woe have passed away, A country, oh, so bright." Two girls in passing heard the words. And they caught the glad refrain, " There is a better world, they say," And they sang it not in vain. SONGS OF SUNSHINE; 149 For the next, and next began to sing, Till a thousand voices sweet Upraised the song of the better world And its music filled the street. So they went away to their lonely homes. And the hurried mid-day meal, With happy thoughts of the Father's house And the perfect joy they feel Who have gained its light. And they blessed their God For the Sunday-school and song. And because they knew that if toil be great, The rest shall come ere long. CHURCH RUINS. Half hidden by the friendly trees, And kissed by zephyrs from the seas, These walls are thronged with memories. They stand forth in the summer air. And are not desolate and bare. Because the ivy clingeth there. Only the winds disturb the calm. Only the birds sing out the psalm From stately oak or waving palm. There is no face with tender smile To light the silent, sombre aisle, Then bow in sacred prayer awhile. ISO SONGS OF SUNSHINE. There are no children's rapid feet To come in from the scorching street, The King with holy song to greet. There are no men with snowy hair, To cast the burden of their care At Jesus' feet in trustful prayer. There is no sound, but whispered things. That tell of earth's evanishings. And the decay that slow age brings. Yet who can tell what joy or woe The church in ruins used to know. In the dim days of long ago ? What throngs came through the open door. And paced across the hallowed floor, And knelt, the Father to adore ; What glad thanksgiving songs arose For triumph over humbled foes. And free deliverance from woes ; What vows were on the altar laid. What meek confessions softly made, What peace was given to hearts afraid. And now but four old walls remain To darkly hint of joy and pain. And glory that comes not again ! But who needs mourn with vain regret.' The walls may die, the Church lives yet. And men shall ne'er God's truth forget. Our father passed to other lands — But still on high His temple stands. The house of God not made with hands ! SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 151 A MODERN HERO. His hands were hard, and his face was brown, But he won the right to a hero's crown ; He did his duty, nor thought of shame Shall ever tarnish brave Humphrey's name, For the man is known by a valiant deed That shall stir all hearts as the tale they read. " You must take my wife in the Customs' boat," The officer said. It was soon afloat. The man and his comrade knew the sea, But they did not think of the storm to be. And they cared for the lady till on the shore, They found one half of their duty o'er. When the boat returned at the close of day, The wind was rough in Carmarthen Bay ; But the men pulled willingly each his oar, As he thought of the light through his own home door And knew how comfort and love are won By him who works till the set of sun. But at Warley the boat was suddenly caught By a gust of wind, and before they thought How to make ready, the startled three Were o'ertumed in the midst of the angry sea ; Beaten and battered by violent waves. What hope could they have but of ocean graves ? Only Humphrey had learned to swim ; And he felt that the others must look to him 1 52 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. For help and succour. No time he lost, But gave to his mate on the rough wave tost An oar to save him. Alas ! the tide Was for him too mighty — he sank and died. Then Humphrey swam to the lady's aid, And bade her take courage, nor be afraid ; With care he righted the little boat, But the water was in it, it could but float. And then across it he placed the mast. That the woman's arms might hold it fast. Awhile he clung to the other side. But all seemed hopeless. The lady cried, " Each for himself, and you can swim ; Oh, leave me now." Then his eyes grew dim. For he thought of the light in his cottage door, And he knew he was able to swim ashore ! But, forsake a woman ? Not so, not he ; Could he leave her a prey to the raging sea ? He knew if he did she must needs despair, So he steadied himself with a short, swift prayer, Then screamed and shouted that help might come, Till the waves in their greediness made him dumb. And help arrived ; but alas ! too late For the noble man who had met his fate ; The lady was rescued, but he ? — One more Has reached, through water, the heavenly shore. And knows in the country of " no more sea," How happy the children of God can be. But oh ! for the wife and the children seven, Who mourn for the father safe in heaven ; SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 153 And yet there are hearts that are full of love, Who will think of the hero passed above, And give of their plenty and pity take On the fatherless ones for the father's sake. ONE YEAR OLD. Nobody wanted you very much. Baby, a year ago, For you came when we suffered from sorrow's touch And the graveyard was white with snow. But as soon as we saw you, a warm love-spring. From a source that we could not trace, Came leaping upward a smile to bring On your own and your nurse's face. Have we really had you a whole long year, O baby, with laughing eyes ? And what have you learned in your dwelling here ? Do you know that we think you wise ? For you stretch your arms to the friends you choose With a gesture that none resist. Till we pity our neighbours for what they lose, With no baby that must be kissed. A year is it, darling ? We can but pray While the light in your dear face burns, God grant our baby of this same day Many happy returns. For we know that winter would come indeed If our Marie were not as bright, And did not e'en by her very need Give to our hearts delight. 154 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Of course you have many a birthday gift, A rattle, a doll, and ball, And something too heavy for you to lift, And affection to crown them all. You thank the givers, and smilingly, With the only word you know ; And they are paid as your look they see, And Ust to the long-drawn " Oh ! " We love you, baby, and yet we sigh Sometimes as we think of you, For we wonder what troubles and griefs may lie In the paths you must wander through. Oh, little feet that can scarcely stand. What miles you will have to go ! Oh, dimpled, notable, clasping hand How weary you have to grow ! It is sad that your eyes should be dimmed with tears And your head should be hot with pain ; But, baby, why should we cherish fears .'' God's goodness will aye remain. So we leave you to Him. May He guide your feet Through the long, untrodden way. And bless you always, and keep you. Sweet, As good as you are to-day. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. IJS ''THE CROWNING SONG." No hope ! We knew it but too well, and we saw our darling's face, So sweet in all its innocence, so perfect in its grace. Grow wild and white with fever-heat, then grey with shades of death, And our hearts were torn with agony as we watched the painful breath. No hope ! We scarcely dared to think of all the sad words meant — • Of the silence and the emptiness when the little life was spent ; Of the weary years that we must wait ere we saw her face again. And forgot the look that last it wore of wonder and of pain. But she had hope, for the little one had heard of the Saviour- King, And she loved in morning's freshest hours her songs of love to bring ; And now when sickness stole her strength and her eyes with death were dim. Her thoughts were busy at His feet, and her heart arose to Him. " Now let us sing the crowning song," looking around she said, " And crown Him, crown Him Lord of all ; — let the crowns be on His head." Then she cried again for the good old hymn, till we faltered the " All hail," And the tears were in our voices, as we saw her lips turn pale. She sang with us for the last time, then the good words died away ; One said, " She finishes the hymn in the bright land far away ; For she is crowning Him who died with another glad child-song. And we ? Ah ! let us wait awhile ; we shall sing it there ere long." 156 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. No hope ? The hour was full of hope. We live in the silence now, But we know that the Highest doeth well, and we humbly near Him bow ; We will practise the hymn as best we may, till before His feet we fall, For we're nearer now than we used to be to the " Crown Him Lord of all." AN OLD LATCH. ' The history of a door-latch would be long." — Eugenie de Guerin. Rusty and broken : — beyond a doubt It is a thing that is quite worn out ; And yet do I touch it tenderly. For it tells a pathetic tale to me Of eyes that have looked at it through the years When bright with pleasure, or dim with tears. Of hands that have lifted in days of yore This strong old latch on the dwelling door. It was raised one morn when the sun shone in. And the world seemed emptied of grief and sin, For the happy, loving, and sanguine pair Who, passing into the sunny air. Stood together 'neath God's blue sky, And vowed to love until both should die. Oh, fair indeed was the bride's sweet face As she went through the door of the old home-place. It was lifted once with a trembling hand For the exit dour of a black-robed band ; A coffin was carried, and solemn feet Went to the place where the silent meet. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 157 The mourners said, " He was true and brave," And their sad tears fell in the new-made grave ; But the widow ne'er lifted the latch again But her heart was rent by a thought of pain. The colour flashed o'er a girl's fair cheek, She was wilful, yet sought to be wise and meek. But life was trying, and days were long. And she found no space for her heart's free song — Till she lifted the latch and passed away From the narrow room to the sunny day Among fields and flowers, where the cooling air Swept from her forehead the marks of care. So hands that were childish and hands grown old, In the morning lights or the sunset's gold, Through the summer's glory, or winter's snow, From the heights of pleasure, or depths of woe. Have lifted and dropped in the days of yore This old iron-latch on the dwelling door. And every heart that has beaten near. Had it thought a moment, would hold it dear. For the scenes it has looked on have had to tell That the Father loveth His children well, And that ever after a sorrow past He maketh His sun to shine at last. And so the old latch in its rusty days Inspires my spirit to songs of praise ; For life's commonest things may be made to prove The patience and strength of His wondrous love. IS8 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. TWO HOMES. " These are they which came out of great tribulation.' He used to live where narrow rooms Closed round him all the day and night, And taller houses stole the light, And buried him in deeper glooms. Where'er he turned there met his eyes No beauteous forms to while the hours. No hope-inspiring gems or flowers, And scarce a patch of God's blue skies. And outside, in the muddy street, The squalid children cried or played, And weary faces were displayed. And all day there were sounds of feet, That marched and ran, but did not rest, And played a parody on life, That with its eager zeal and strife Goes on and on from east to west. And near, the busy market-place Threw out its clamour on the air, And nearer still, a wild curse-prayer Told its own tale of lack of grace. And 'mid it all, the pain, the guile, He wrought and toiled for daily bread. And lifted up his fearless head, And kept upon his face a smile. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 159 He trusted in God's mighty love, And rendered many a kindly deed To children, and to men in need, And waited for his rest above. And when he longed for hills and streams. And laughing flowers, and sunny seas. And green leaves dancing in the breeze, He only saw them in his dreams. But one dark day there came to him An angel with a veiled face, Who led him to a larger place. And into light no longer dim. He passed the gates of pearl within, And saw the city's jasper wall, The clear bright gold that shone through all. And crowns that victors died to win. He listened to the songs they sing. Whose tears are gone, whose robes are white. And then he walked within the light, And saw the face of Christ the King. Now, could he speak to us who roam, Would he not say, " Be patient still. Though life be dark, yet wait God's will, You soon will reach the other hpme " ? l6o SONGS OF SUNSHINE. THE FIRST LOSS. A MERRY, bright-eyed darling, witli the summer in her eyes, Was the first to leave her earthly home, and we stand in mute surprise ; There was not one who could be spared, and she the least of all — But it ever is the best-beloved for whom the Lord doth call. He knew with what child-ministries she won the deepest love, And how her voice stole through the heart with its message from above ; He knew how closely tender hearts would fold her round about, And hands grow strong with might of love to keep the reaper out ; — And yet He sent His angel, Death, to cut the blossom down ; He chose the fairest brow of all to wear the heavenly crown ; And where the children are at play in the celestial street They hear the sounds we weep to miss of the little eager feet. What memories has she left behind ? Sad nights of deep distress. When the pain that paled the darling's face hurt the watchers' hearts no less ; When weary hours dragged slowly by, and the morn brought no relief. And the evening shadows settled down on a home made dark by grief. Ah, yes ; but there are memories of a gladder kind than these — Of the happy years that knew no pain, light as the summer breeze ; Of the merry laugh that rang for joy in the homes of childish play. And the grave eyes and beseeching hands when the children knelt to pray. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. l6l 'Tis good to muse on these instead of the last sad parting kiss, And to know she leaves a pleasant home for a home of perfect bliss ; And as we think of her to-day, the glad, the undeffled, We thank the children's Saviour, it is well, well with the child. A BLESSING FOR THE BOYS. " The angel which redeemed me from all evil bless the lads."— Jacob. The colours of the eventide were in the western skies, And the darkness of the night of death was in the patriarch's eyes ; The long day's work was finished now, and the gloaming hour was near, And his spirit's eyes already saw the lights of heaven appear. One last, long backward look he gave over departed years, He must have seen some scenes of yore through mists of sorrow's tears ; Some deeds were done for which, e'en now, he could have cried " Forgive," As he thought of stains upon the life God bade him purely live. But God is full of mercy ; and though sin might make him sad, The patriarch thought upon His love till his heart was greatly glad; The Lord had led him all the way, and given him joy for woe, And bread and love in famine days, that he His power might know. l62 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. And then, the while he mused on this, friends came around the bed. And the old man heard his son's loved voice, and his soul was comforted. And two bright boys drew gravely near and saw the withered face. And understood, with wondering awe, that death was in the place. God's servant raised his dying eyes, filled with a strange sweet bliss, And he took the children in his arms as they bent to take his kiss ; And then with overflowing heart he prayed, " My Father's God, The angel which redeemed me when through evil ways I trod, " Oh, bless the lads, and let them grow and be a multitude. And show them evermore Thy love and always do them good." And then his dying words were o'er and his solemn blessing given. And the old man passed away from earth to the promised land in heaven. But still his prayer goes daily forth, Oh, Father, bless the boys : Their way is yet untrodden, and unlived life's griefs and joys ; Their future fight is yet to win ; their story yet to tell ; Oh, bless them, and they shall be blessed, and own that all' is well THE FIRST BIRTHDAY IN HEAVEN. " What shall we give him ? " the children said, " His birthday is now so near. Some glad surprise we must have for him, To show him he still is dear." SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 163 And he, lest they should forget the day, Had many a hint to give ; And no one thought that our fair-haired boy Had only a month to live. But days ere the hoop or the skates were bought, Or the book with the gilded page, And before he could say with a boy's bright glee, " I am now twelve years of age," There came a message to us below, And we knew it was one of love. That our boy must go from his earthly home To the Father's house above. So we keep the day with o'er-saddened hearts ; For how can we help but miss The joy of seeing his brightening eyes At the birthday gift and kiss ? And will not the sound of the merry bells, • And the voice of the children's play. Remind us aye of our pain and loss And the dear boy passed away .'' But we think again of the greater joy He has in the better land, — Perhaps his birthday will there be kept With joy by the children band ; He will not weep with the absent ones, Where the tears are wiped away. And we know in the streets of Jerusalem There are boys and girls at play. Will he get our message ? We cannot tell. Will he know that we love him still ? Oh,yes ; for nothing is wanting there, * His spirit with bliss to fill ; II — 2 l64 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. And One is with him who died for him, And He will attend our boy, And the golden harp, and the crown of gold, Will perfect his birthday joy. And so we leave him. The Lord is good, And we know that He doeth well ; Though why He summoned the lad so soon It is not for us to tell. But we know in heaven, when the years no more Are the herald of grief and pain, The Father will gladden the parent-hearts With the sight of their boy again. THE EVEN-SONG. The children are growing weary. The father is grave with care. There are shadows on all our faces. It is time for the evening prayer ; And we know as we gather resting By the dear home-hearth to-night, The Father in heaven is waiting To render our spirits light. The baby is in the cradle, And Winnie is safe in bed, And Charlie is sleeping soundly With the bright curls on his head ; And we, as we wait together, Have many a word to say Of the news that abroad has reached us. Of the work we have done to-day. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 165 And then there is laid before us A book that is old and worn, Faded and marked in places, But with none of its pages torn ; A book that contains a record Of life that has just begun, And names of the best-beloved Who the conqueror's crowns have won. But not for the birth or bridal Is the book brought out to-night. But because as we sit in darkness It comes as the dawn of light ; And many a cheery message We find from our Father there, And we whisper a thankful answer To Him in the after-prayer. And then, for the day is over, We have done with its loss and gain, We have finished the hours of fighting, And are glad to forget its pain. We join in a song together Of triumph and joy and peace, To the loving and gentle Master Who has bidden the day to cease. Do you know, as we steal together, Clasping the hands we love. We have often a fireside vision Of the Father's house above .■' How glad, when the tasks completed, We shall be as we gladly come, Not one of the voices missing. To the even-song at home ! l66 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. GREAT GRANDMAMMA. She sits in the snuggest corner, And has many a word to say To the women and men who labour, And the young who can only play. We say she is getting childish. For she laughs at the children's fun, But I think she is mostly merry Because of her life-tasks done. Sometimes in the glow of the firelight Her face has a happy smile ; We watch and we often wonder What pleasures her thoughts beguile ; But she thinks of the long-departed The while she is musing thus ; And she whispers words fond and tender That never were meant for us. Oh, the flowers that have bloomed and faded Since first in the " Lovers lane," She gathered the blue-eyed blossoms. Making her meaning plain ! Oh, the snows that have come and melted Since the winter of long ago. When she plighted her troth to another. To love him for weal or woe ! Oh, the miles that her feet have travelled ! Oh, the tasks that her hands have done. And the pain she has had to suffer Ere the rest and the peace are won ! SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 1 67 I look in her face with wonder — It is very serene and calm ; And sometimes, when she thinks none listen, She quavers a trustful psalm. And I say, " Are you never weary For the heaven that comes so late ? Can you bless the delaying angel, And the Master who bids you wait ? For me, I amjoft impatient, Though the years of my life are few. And I cannot be glad to labour And wait for my rest, like you." She smiles, as she speaks her answer : " Sometimes I am weary, dear. And often my heart is lonely, For my darlings no longer here ; But be sure that the loving Master Will choose for us both the best— The length of the day for labour. And the hour for evening rest." So she waits in the snuggest corner, Away from the sharpest cold ; She is ever content and patient, She is dearer to us than gold. But though we shall weep to miss her. Whenever she goes away, We shall say, when the Master calls her. She is happy indeed that day. l68 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. TWENTY YEARS. The flowers were sweet and bright in Kentish lanes On that " Good Friday " twenty years ago, And to young hearts that knew no griefs nor pains Life had a summer's pleasure to bestow : Those written words, printed in black and white. How strong they were to be ! how long to last ! What trusty helpers of the good and right ! — Thus hoped their writers in the days long past. And so we found our way to homes afar. And sought to nestle among household things ; And ever since where merry children are We have rejoiced to come and fold our wings ; To whisper " Courage " to young hearts and strong. And " Patience " to the burdened ones and sad, And add a note to the soft evensong Of those who rest in quiet and are glad. To " live and love together " twenty years, And yet be friends ; to bear and to forbear ; To feel some pain ; perchance to shed some tears ; And still in one another's thoughts to share ; Still holding fast by Christian charity. Kindly to judge and always hope the best. To live in union, yet love liberty, — This is to bless each other, and be blest. In twenty years it would be strange indeed If no mistakes were made, no wrong words said, And those who would be teachers oft must plead Their need to be themselves by wisdom led. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 169 Yet have we striven to be true and brave ; And helpful, if we might, to struggling men, And bid them come to One, the strong to save, Then turn to give their fellows joy again. Twenty long years ! We are not here to-day A band unbroken ! Some are with the dead ; The ready writer's pen is laid away. And God has made His servants comforted. And many friends who read from week to week The written words are dwelling with the King ; They are not words of earth which now they seek, Nor halting songs like ours which now they sing. Hosts of new friends have risen. Some have grown With this our growth ; and some have loved us late ; God grant that all, the kindly, though unknown, And we who linger yet for rest to wait, May sit together at the Master's feet. And learn fresh lessons of the Father's love, Till, all life's labour done, at last we meet And dwell together in one home above. AT HOME FIRST. " We will meet some summer's day, And will find along the way Some calm Beulah where together we will talk of Him awhile : We shall have good things to tell Of the Father who does well For the children who are happy, since they live beneath His smile. 170 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. " You shall tell me, if with tears, How the sorrows of long years Are but written lines revealing all the sweetness of His love ; I will answer that I know How the darkest days of woe May be fair as bright May mornings when He cometh from above. " So together we will talk, In some still, leaf-shaded walk, Of the hand so strong and loving that has led us all the way ; And we both will have to bring Some glad tribute to the King, And I know we shall be joyful when we meet that summer's day." Such the words I sent my friend, But before the winter's end I have had a written message that to her a call was given ; And with all the haste of love She has gladly gone above, And has been the first to enter the full rest and joy of heaven. When at last we two may meet, 'Twill be in some golden street. With the bright sun shining on us in our own dear Fatherland ; And we then will gladly say All we meant to tell that day Of the wise and tender guidance of the mighty Father's hand. She will know, as I do not, That entrancing lighted spot. Where the Saviour who has loved us has upreared " the great white throne ;" She will teach me heavenly lore, Happy one, gone on before To the glory of the mansions Christ has ready for His own ! SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 17' She is glad to reach home first, And to join the songs that burst From the Uberated spirits who the King's fair beauty see ; And we too, who longer stay, Will go forth to hail that day When the message from the Master comes to set us also free. Then, when friends together meet At the gentle Saviour's feet, We shall have to tell each other more than here we ever guessed ; For our eyes shall see His glory. And our lips shall sing the story Of the deep, unshadowed rapture of the hearts whom Christ has blessed. MOTHERS IN HEAVEN. We think of them around the throne. The sorrow o'er, the tears all shed. The victory gained, the work all done, The Ufe through suffering perfected ; And we rejoice. And yet no year Comes but we miss our mothers here. When the young heart with joy beats high. And love's entrancing tale is told. Who does not wish the mother nigh The tender secret to unfold ? Who would not have life's dream of bliss Sealed with the gentle mother-kiss ? 172 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. And afterward when life is grey, And all the golden days are spent, And summer roses fade away, And the dull cloud of discontent Hides God's great blessing from our ken, How much we need our mothers then ! When the world offers its acclaim, And magnifies our little good. And hangs a wreath about our name. And thinks our aims are understood, 'Twere sweet the mother-smile to raise With " 'Tis thy child whom thus they praise." And when it hurts us with its scorn (This changeful world !), and bids us take Hard blows, to make the days forlorn. And punish failure and mistake ; How it would comfort us to creep To mother's arms and softly weep. And when the aching eyes are dim. And we are faint from life's great strain, And cannot sing our evening hymn, We are so tired of work and pain — Oh, how we weary for the rest We used to have on mother's breast ! And when two ways — the wrong and right- Are spread before, and mists arise, And we cry vainly for the light, And mourn because we are not wise To know them, then we long indeed For mother's counsel in our need. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 173 And yet, sometimes, it almost seems That they are not so far away But that they come to us in dreams, Or bless us in the busy day, And with soft angel-touches win Our thoughts away from care and sin. And then we ask. Now, who can tell But ministering spirits sent To weary hearts that love them well Should sometimes be our mothers, lent To us again, to make us glad. And comfort, as of old, the sad ? But this we know : the mothers wait A tender action to repeat, For they will meet us at the gate, And lead us to the Saviour's feet. And how like home the mansion fair Will be that has our mothers there ! And till we see them once again Within our Father's house above, This message comes to still the pain. From Him who bears us wondrous love, " As one whom mother comforteth So will I comfort you till death." 174 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. A CHILD'S HYMN. "Thou art the guide of my youth.'' " Let the children come," Christ said. Lord, my heart is comforted, Safely shall my feet be led. For Thou art guiding me. I am but a little one ; Nothing noble have I done, No great victories have won. Yet Thou art guiding me. Saviour, choose the path I take. Help me evil to forsake, Me Thy little servant make While Thou art guiding me. Christ, the world is very strong, Keep me from its ways of wrong, Teach me now some heavenly song, While Thou art guiding me. Wheresoe'er the path shall lead. Through rough road, or pleasant mead, This shall meet my every need — Thou, Lord, art guiding me. Let me play about Thy feet, Let me hear Thy whispers sweet, Make my -life in Thee complete. Dear Saviour, guiding me. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 175 Make me strong to do the right, Let me work for Thee in light ; And when fall the shades of night, Still, still be guiding me. Then, at last, when death shall be As an angel sent for me, Grant me Thy dear face to see. Oh, Thou who guidest me. A HUNDRED YEARS' MINISTRY. A HUNDRED years two voices have been telling. To listening ears, the story of Christ's love. And wooing men to seek a lasting dwelling In the calm sunshine of God's heaven above. A century ago life's bread was broken To hungry hearts that pressed around the place, And knew the Christ by many a mystic token. And saw, with faith's clear eyes, the Master's face. A hundred years to tell the wondrous story ! A hundred years, and yet it is not told ! For more remains to tell of all His glory Than heart can dream, or mortal lips unfold. One voice began. A zealous youth, glad-hearted. Went forth among the people with the Word ; And worked until his strength had all departed, And as an aged man he saw the Lord. 176 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. And when his voice grew silent in life's gloaming, His son took up the sweet, unfinished strain. And told the wanderers from the Father roaming. How in His love they might have peace again. And so twice fifty years have passed in pleasure. Father and son declaring what they knew About the Pearl of Price, the Hidden Treasure, And the Home Mansions that they kept in view. And hearing them, the hearts of men grew stronger. And trembling lips essayed God's praise to sing ; Tired arms were nerved to fight a little longer. And strangers came and knelt before the King. A hundred years, and God's love knew no failing ! A hundred years, and truth was ne'er ashamed ! A hundred years, and prayer was aye prevailing ! A hundred years, and Peace was still proclaimed ! Oh, let us all take courage from the story ! The Lord is better to us than our fears ; And men shall feel His love and see His glory. Until eternity shall crown the years. "A HUNDRED YEARS FOR JESUS^' " A HUNDRED years for Jesus ! " The white haired woman smiled, " I think I loved the Saviour when a little baby-child. And ever through my girlhood, and into womanhood. It was for Him I laboured, aye striving to be good ; And to-morrow is my birthday. Yes, for one hundred years My heart has clung to Jesus in this world of sin and tears." SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 177 " Long life the Lord has granted." " Yes, but to me it was not long, He evermore has blessed me, and filled my days with song ! And they have sped so swiftly that the evening came full soon. And I looked with eyes grown thankful on my life's still afternoon ; And now it is the night-time, but I do not feel afraid — The Lord my God is with me, and I shall not be dismayed." " A hundred years for Jesus ! Did you wish to change at times ? Did the service ever weary, like oft-repeated rhymes ? Did you see another master, and wish to work for him ? " But the aged woman lifted her eyes with tears made dim : " Oh, none is like my Saviour ; 1 would serve Him yet again, Had I years another hundred, for this world of sin and pain." So the next day was her birthday. They went into her room. And drew aside the curtains, that the day might chase the gloom ; And the aged face was smiling with a pleasure not of earth ; She had gone to share the gladness and the holy, endless mirth Of the happy ones with Jesus in the land of endless song, Where the servants rest and serve Him unto whom they all belong. A hundred years for Jesus ! God grant that we may be At last with those who serve H im through all eternity ; We may not linger longer in this world of changeful scene. Nor be His earthly servants as the aged saint had been, But we will join our praises with the songs she learnt to sing. And through unending ages will crown Him ever King. 178 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. THE MEETING-PLACE. ' They shall obtain joy and gladness, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away." We have our meetings ! glad holidays Come sometimes in the parting ways, And we come together, whose feet have been In diverse paths through many a scene ; But if we should count each other, then, We sigh that we shall not meet again The friends whose journey is safely o'er. And whom we see upon earth no more. But the Father's house ! Is it crowded yet ? It holds the friends whom we ne'er forget ; They have passed before to the joys of home, And we who linger awhile shall come. Unbroken families gather there. And none is sad with a thought of care. For at home shall be no vacant place, Nor the pain of missing an absent face. We search below for a treasure-trove, Filled with riches, and health, and love ; But the joy and gladness we long for here Woo us for ever, yet disappear. We spend in searching some weary years, And solace our spirits with copious tears, To find at the end no perfect rest Till we take it there on the Father's breast. But there where nothing shall spoil the song That is sweetly raised by the happy throng, The Master who dwells with His own has willed That the yearnings of earth shall be all fulfilled. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 179 The unanswered prayer, and the word of love, And the unveiled face of the God above, Shall be had to the full when our home is gained. And joy and gladness shall be obtained. We try to sing at the Master's feet. Though the melody often is incomplete ; Tears choke our voices and spoil the song, And sorrow and sighing the wail prolong. We see each other grow old with care. We hear the sobs in the children's prayer. And the burden is heavy, and long the night, As we sit in the darkness and cry for light. But at home there is nothing but perfect bliss For those who have felt the welcome kiss ; None weep for the strokes of the chastening rod. The tears are dried by the hands of God, And the glad, sweet songs of the ransomed rise On the fragrant air through the cloudless skies ; And there we shall sing through the whole long day. For sorrow and sighing shall flee away. Let us patiently wait for a little while. Till we live in the light of the Father's smile ; Though the way be difficult, rough, and long. We will cheer it as well as we can with song ; Love and mercy are round us here, And soon will the gates of our home appear ! We shall grieve no niore when we see His face. And have safely come to our meeting-place ! l8o SONGS OF SUNSHINE. IN THE SYNAGOGUE AT NAZARETH. It was the Sabbath, and the people met Within the synagogue to worship God And hear the gracious promise of His Word . For they were weary, as we are to-day, Of all the sin and sorrow of the world. And hoped to hear some message of His grace Whose hand had blessed their fathers. Down the street With steadfast eyes, that, piercing through the skies. Could see the Father's face. One passed along Who looked upon the heavy-laden crowd With pitying compassion. But a few There were who knew Him ; unto all the rest He was a stranger, and men closed their hearts And coldly passed Him by, though He had come To heal and save them. Yet He did not turn In scorn away, but waited patiently Until they recognised His mighty love. And came that He might bless them. He passed on Into the synagogue, and presently Stood up to read. And there was given to Him Isaiah's prophecy, which, when He took. He opened at the lesson for the day, And read, with a significance that all could feel, The words of hope. " The Spirit of the Lord Is on Me, for He hath anointed Me To preach the Gospel to the poor j and heal The broken-hearted. Lo, I am to preach Deliverance to the captives; to the blind SONGS OF SUNSHINE. l8l Recovering of sight j it is for Me To set at liberty those who are bruised, And jireach the Lord's acceptable good year'' He closed the book, and gave it back again Unto the minister, and then sat down ; But there was something in His searching eyes, Or in the meaning tones with which He read, That moved the people's hearts, and steadfastly. With eager expectation on each face, They looked at Him. And presently His voice Rang through the synagogue these startling words, "Behold, this day this Scripture is fulfilled In your own ears !" And was it so, indeed ? Was He the Comforter of all the sad ? The Healer of their griefs ? Were His the hands To set the prisoner free, and bind the wounds Of all the broken-hearted ? Had He come In mercy from the Father, to remain, And live and die for all the sinful world That knew Him not ? A few there were Who owned Him even then, and understood The gracious words He spake. But we who hear To-day kneel thankfully beside His feet. And pour our love before Him. " Master, Christ, We bless Thee, for Thou art the Comforter, The Healer of our wounds, the Life and Light Of this dark world. And Thou hast won our hearts Unto Thyself, as on the Sabbath-day, Within the synagogue at Nazareth Thou causedst some to yield them to Thy love, And taste below the blessedness of heaven." 182 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. THE ACCESSIBLE FRIEND. ■ They said unto Him, Master, where dwellest Thou ? He saith unto them, Come and see." Where dwellest Thou, Master ? men asked one day ; In the fields of light that are far away .' Dost Thou wander abroad in the mountain air ? Dost Thou hold with Thy Father communion there ? In some fair high palace dost Thou abide ? And away from the crowds dost Thou seek to hide ? May hearts that turn to Thee dare intrude To break the calm of Thy solitude ? Wonderful Teacher, where dwellest Thou ? We have heard Thee speak, and we love Thee now. We fain would follow where Thou dost lead, And listen to Thee as the Christ indeed. We are not satisfied but to see Thy face in the crowd where we touch not Thee. The longing is on us to know Thee well ; Wilt Thou tell us the secret where Thou dost dwell ? The Master turned with a smile so bright That the seeking disciples were filled with light. He said to them winningly, " Come and see, For where I dwell may My servants be." So they followed Him gladly, and stayed with Him, Till the sweet hours passed, and the day was dim ; And they talked together, while each grew brave, To live for Him who had come to save. So gentle was He in His kind regard That the friends went forth to the afterward With loyal hearts that would cling to Him If life henceforth were bright or dim. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 1 8.3 For they said, The Master indeed is good ; And they told His love to the multitude. And whenever they longed with the Lord to be, They heard His whisper, Oh, come and see. And we who sigh for His love to-day, Know that He never will turn away One wistful soul that would share His love And pass with Him to the home above. We may come to Him — nay. He comes to us : We may hear Him tenderly pleading thus : Whatever the burden of life may be. Weary and laden ones, come to Me. Let us come at once, and for aye abide ; Let us talk with Him in the eventide. And rise with Him in the morning light. And rest in His favour through all the night. He will love us and lead us till grief be o'er. And we stand with Him on the shining shore. And say. Where Thou dwellest, oh, let us be ; And He welcomes us home with this " Come and see.'' THE MASTER'S INVITATION. He looked on the people borne down by their care. And the marks of the tempter He saw everywhere. He knew of their sorrow. He pitied their grief, And His heart yearned in mercy to give them relief. He told them of strength in the right to endure. He told them of healing, and this was the cure. This the blessing to cheer them, the power to set free, " Oh, ye weary and laden ones, come unto Me." l84 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. They heard Him who mournfully paced through the street, And they for whom life could no longer be sweet, And they who were bowed by the weight of their sin, And they who saw heaven but entered not in. They heard Him, and some from the wondering crowd Drew near to His feet, and besought Him aloud For healing and pity. Nor turned He away From any who prayed Him by night or by day. His voice caused the storm and its ragings to cease. His voice bade the penitent go into peace. He healed all the sick, and the hungry He fed, And His word in its power gave life to the dead. And He now is the same as in far-away days ; His children He guides through the earth's dubious ways ; He heals, and gives life unto all who beheve, And as many as come shall a welcome receive. Let us hear Him invite us and gladly attend, We shall find Him a loving, an unfailing Friend ; He will give us each day some new token of grace, And at last make our home in His heavenly place. THE STORM. The sun shoae down on the inland sea, The waters blue of the Galilee ; And the Saviour, tired of the heat of the day, And wearily longing to move away SONGS OF SUNSHINE. iSj To the lonely spot on the eastern shore, Now His sermon on sowing and seed was o'er, Stepped in the boat in the eventide, And began to sail toward the distant side. Yet He waited awhile, for a voice was heard, " Wherever Thou goest I follow, Lord ; " But the Master smiled as He read that heart : " Foxes have holes, but a lonely part Is his who follows where I must tread. For 1 have not where to lay My head." Then another spake, " Lord, before I come. Let me linger a season to mourn at home ; " But the Saviour turned to the darkening sea, " He must leave all things who would follow Me." At last, away from the pressing crowd. And the din of the voices, shrill and loud, The weary Master has closed His eyes. And deeply asleep in the boat He lies. Rest has come to the busy hands. Ready aye for all prayer demands ; Rest to the lips, and the blistered feet That have patiently walked through the dust and heat. So soundly He sleeps that He does not hear The disciples first utter the sounds of fear ; He is not disturbed by the rocking boat. Which scarcely His servants can keep afloat ; And the dashing waves, and the wild wind's sighs Do not awake Him, until the cries Of His frightened children have reached His ears, And He speaks the word to dispel their fears. " Where is your faith ? Be not afraid ; " And lo ! no longer distressed, dismayed. They see Him look at the raging sea, And His " Peace, be still," brings tranquillity. 1 86 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. And e'en the disciples who know Him best, Seeing the waters in sudden rest, Whisper together, " What Man is He That is thus obeyed by the mighty sea? " Oh, gracious Jesus ! where flow to-day The summer waves in the tranquil bay, The glad crowds gather, and think again Of Thy wondrous life in this world of pain ; And the prayer uprises, " O God of love. Speak the words once more from Thy throne above. And bid the storms of the world to cease ; For who can make war when Thou givest Peace ? " WILL. HE HEAR? The children were gathered together In the light of the fading day, And the noise of the stormy weather Came through the leafless way ; They looked at their teacher, smihng, " We are safe from the wind and rain. And God will take care of the children. And He will not give us pain." Then, as if He were testing The faith of the little child, Through the silence there came a rushing. And the winds were loose and wild ; They tore the roof and the windows. And shook the tottering wall, And down where the children trembled Came the stones in a fearful fall. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 187 The blinding of dust, the tumult, The sound of an awful crash Came on the shrinking children Swift as the lightning's flash ; And then there was death-like silence, Till a scholar, prisoned there, Sent up to the God of heaven The voice of an anguished prayer. " O God, Thou didst take Thy servant And all in the ship one day, Through the terrible stormy weather To the land that near them lay ; And we all are in equal danger, O God, who art standing near. Deliver the suffering children " — Then he waited, " Will He hear ? ' Men's spirits were moved to anguish. And workmen with willing hands Came hastening near in pity. And, forming themselves in bands. Strove with their might to rescue Those who were buried there, And who heard their cheerful voices Bidding them not despair. They worked till the task was over. Through the whole of the stormy night. Till the dawn of the winter's morning Came with its faint, grey light ; And then with a glad thanksgiving They counted the children there. And only the boy was missing, Who had sent to heaven his prayer. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Late in the day they found him Fainting and almost dead, But his face was strangely tranquil, And he smiled as they raised his head ; " I am going to be with Jesus, He hears when the children call ; Do you say He has saved the others ? I am safest of them all." Then he passed to the land of summer, Away from the wind and rain. And never the touch of sorrow Shall darken his life again ; He is safe from the stormy weather, With the King he had learned to love, And he waits for the other classmates In the higher school above. UNDERSTOOD. ' As My Father hath sent Me into the world, even so send I you."— jESUS. The sun lit up the bright Corinthian brass Of the Gate Beautiful, until it glowed and gleamed. And drew admiring eyes upon itself. The rays fell softly on the shrinking form Of a lame man, whose daily couch was there Among the porches. As he turned to look, Made drowsy by the summer afternoon, He saw two men approaching, whose grave eyes Seemed looking on some memory-picture fair That held them so they scarcely cared to see The temple and its glitter. One perchance SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 1 89 Saw the blue sea, and, walking there, the form Of the great King most passionately loved. Though afterward denied, whose voice said. Come, Whereat the fisher's coat was cast aside. And in the eagerness of faith and love He went to meet the Lord. The other one May have grown quiet with a pensive joy The while he thought upon some sacred hours Spent close beside his Master ; and the past Lighted the present with a strange, sweet bhss, While Hope spoke softly of another time And happier communion. " Give to me ! For I am lame ! " So broke a startling voice Upon their musings. Looking down, they met The appealing glance of one too used to pain And pitiless contempt, whose weary eyes Grew restless for the good he hoped to gain From the apostles. But what could they give ? The moneys brought and laid before their feet Were not their own, and they were yet poor men. Whose fisher-hets lay idle on the beach, And in whose purse reposed no sounding coin. But as they thought of this, another thought Stole through their minds. " Gave not the Spirit power ; Said not the Master we should heal the sick If we had faith ? Will He not keep His word ? If we presume upon it, will not He Put might into our hands ? " A smile of hope Brightened the eyes that met the other's gaze, And Peter, growing bold and confident, Said, " Look on us." The man held out his hand. But drew it back, with disappointed air, Al the next words he heard. " Silver and gold I have not, but I bid you in the name Of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, rise up, And walk." 19° SONGS OF SUNSHINE. The man grew white and wild with hope, And with a panting pain of eagerness He struggled to his feet, and lo ! strange strength Came to his ankles, and he leaped for joy, And, praising God, he clasped his arms about His healers, while the watching, wondering crowd Pressed near to see the sight. The day wore on. And strong, brave words were spoken to the host Of Him whose power had made the lame man whole. And of their guilt who crucified the King, And of His resurrection from the dead, And wish to save them. Then the shadows fell, And they who had been busy all the day Rested in prison whither violent hands Conveyed them as the payment for their deed Of blessing. Were their spirits sad .' Talked they of silence in the scornful world ? Of leaving other lame men to their fate. And ignorant men to blindness .■■ Nay, they thought Of Jesus' words, and understood at length That they, the legacy He left the world. Were to be meek and lowly like their Lord, Blessing the cursing lips, and patiently Drinking the cup of sorrow. So they came Forth from the prison cell, to work and bear, And if He bade, to die, as He had done, For very love of those who hated them. Do we so understand the Master's words ? SONGS OF SUNSHINE, 19I THE NEW LIFE. ' You hath He quickened, who were dead in trespasses and sins." Ye were dead, for ye saw in the Saviour's face No matchless beauty, no wondrous grace ; To you no music was in His word. You never joyfully called Him Lord, You went your way in the paths of sin, And cared not a glad new life to win. But you hath He quickened. He touched your eyes. And spoke the miraculous word " Arise." And now you join in the song they sing, Who gratefully own Him their Lord and King ; And you see His beauty, and evermore The great Life-giver your hearts adore. Now what shall sadden your happy days ? Your path is straight in the pleasant ways. Your hearts are light and your hands are free To work for the Master constantly, And every day has a new bright song. To Him who is leading the flowers among. Your Friend is watching the way you take ; And He will never your life forsake ; He crowns the year with its wealth of good, He sends the harvest of plenteous food ; You have not a sorrow He does not share, And He folds you close in His tender care. 192 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Therefore, forgetting the old dark way, Live in the light of His blessed day ; Let not the evil be in you yet, Give up the darkness without regret ; Serve Him for ever, and praises bring To the feet of Him who is Lord and King. THE ASSEMBLY. '^ These are they which came out of great tribulation." No one could number the mighty crowd That gathered together and sang aloud Songs of salvation. They came in bands From all the quarters of distant lands. And some of the faces were dark as night. Though all were brightened with wondrous light ; And gladly before the Lamb they came, Thinking only of His good name. Men were there who for many years Had lived and toiled in the vale of tears ; Some had come from earth's noise and rush, Swiftly to enter heaven's sacred hush ; Some had come with the love of truth. That dwells in the bosoms of happy youth ; And some were babes from their mother's arms. Early taken from earth's alarms. But now, together, the young and old, As they pace the streets that are paved with gold. Are singing in chorus the glad new song, To Him who redeemed, and has loved them long ; SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 193 And the angels join in the solemn hymn, As they see His glory, which naught can dim ; And the triumph is swelling with every hour r " To God be glory, and might, and power." But what of these in white robes arrayed ? They were often weary and oft dismayed, They walked in the shadows and knew no light ' While lasted the desolate, dreary night ; But they washed their robes, and are free from stain, In the land that knoweth not grief nor pain ; The sorrow is over ; and now, through grace. They look on the Master's belov6d face. Oh, blest assembly ! We wait below, Longing for ever your joy to know ; But very soon we shall swell your ranks. And join in your jubilant psalms of thanks. In tribulation we labour yet, But the King will never our state forget ; And though to the wistful the time is long, We are hopefully learning your happy song. THE WEEK OF PRAYER. From north to south, from east to west. The cry goes up the whole day long, In fervent prayer, or pleading song, " Oh, bless us, and we shall be blest." In silent thought, or spoken word. In winter's early morning gloom. Or when eve's shades are in the room, The people pray, " Oh, bless us. Lord." 13 194 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Nor pray they for themselves alone, But, moved by tender sympathy, They bring their children lovingly Before the mighty Father's throne. For them they cry, for them they plead. That God will bless them in His love ; And guide them to His home above, And help them ever in their need. And most that He may teach them now. Before their days are spoiled by sin. How they the unfading crown may win, And wear it humbly on their brow. So that to His most glorious praise The children's lives may all be given, That they may live the life of heaven The while they pass these earthly days. And He who bends His ears doth know How earnestly the loving prayer For little ones in Christian care Arises from these hearts below. And He will sanctify the year. And hosts of children shall be taught To seek His face, and early brought To serve Him in their places here. And thus this week of prayerful days Shall many a gift of blessing bring, And glad allegiance to our King, Until the prayer be turned to praise. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 195 THE SONG OF THE JUBILEE SINGERS. ' ' Steal away, steal away, Steal away to Jesus ; Steal away, steal away home, I ha'n't got long to stay here." Brothers, preaching by sweet song, Do you see amid the throng Of the friendly, up-turned faces many eyes with tear-drops dim ? Do you see how hearts are stirred At the mention of that word, And that even through the music thoughts are stealing off to Him ? Oh ! we think how long ago, • In their times of deepest woe, The slave-mothers had the solace which the thought of Him could bring ; As among the toilsome canes. Or abroad on scorching plains, They would often sing together in soft notes about the King. And we wonder— we, who stand In our dear, exalted land — How our hearts could bear the burdens which are aye upon us laid If we could not steal away From the stress of every day. For a little time with Jesus lest our souls should be dismayed. And we think of all the places Where you meet but stranger faces, And where unfamiliar voices fall alone upon your ears ; And you would be sad indeed With unutterable need. If you could not steal away to your Friend of many years. 13—2 196 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. So we thank the King with you, For we love and trust Him too, That to us and to our fathers He is evermore the same ; And that strangers from all lands Love each other and join hands. Since our hearts have been united by the sweetness of His name. So we hail you free indeed, And we bid you all God-speed, As you go to sing for Jesus to the crowds who flock to hear. You may reach the hearts of some Who have yet delayed to come, And your songs of Him shall win them for the Christ you hold so dear. Friends, we thank you for your song, And are glad 'twill not be long Ere we meet and jjwell together in the Father's bright home-place. And we'll often steal away. Since we have not long to stay, And will find our joy in Jesus till we see Him face to face. OUR FATHER. THE JUBILEE SINGERS' PRAYER. In the hush that falls ail-suddenly upon the waiting crowd There floats serenely through the room the songs — some low, some loud ; They bid the listeners " steal away to Jesus " in the night, They " roll through an unfriendly world " to the heavenly rest and light. They " view the land," and gladly tell that the singers are redeemed. But to my heart the chanted prayer has aye the sweetest seemed SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 197 " Our Father " — ours and theirs always ! The family is great, And some have early known His name, and some have loved Him late ; And some have lived in sunny climes, and some in lands of snow ; Some lives pass on in pleasantness, and some are sad with woe ; But the children, wheresoe'er they be, and with faces dark or pale, Have hearts that join the singers' chant, and the Lord "our Father "hail. And " Hallowed be our Father's name. Thy kingdom come," they sing, " Thy will be done on earth, in heaven Thy will, for Thou art King ; " They know His will has made them free, and they are free indeed. And in His kingdom, when it comes, shall be nor sin nor need ; And we are glad to join their prayer — "Thy kingdom come," we say. And all the bondage and the care from earth shall pass away. " Give us each day our daily bread." They know the Shepherd's care. They wandered through a wildei'ness, and food came to their prayer ; They know and love the Father's hand who in all lands has fed. And given to the cry of want the meed of daily bread ; And we will join that prayer of theirs, God give for every day His food for body and for soul while we pass along the way. " Forgive our trespasses, as we forgive our trespassers" — Ah ! we in happy England have not known such wrongs as theirs ; Babes stolen from their mothers' breasts, slaves beaten in the sun ! And yet they dare to cry. Forgive us, Lord, as we have done ! Have they not learned their lessons of the blessed Prince of Peace ? God grant that in their hearts and ours that kingdom may increase ! " Into temptation lead us not ; deliver us from ill : " The cry goes up, and English hearts echo their pleading still ; 198 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. For we are weak and life is hard, and though we love the right, We need a Father's gentle hand to keep us in the light. Hear Thou the prayer our brothers raise, for, Lord, it is our own, And let new strength and courage come, since they are Thy gifts alone. " Thine is the kingdom. Thine the power. Thine shall the glory be," — So, Father, coloured men and white must close their prayer to Thee; Thou hast redeemed our souls from death, and taught our lips to sing, And hand in hand the black and white their thankful offerings bring ; And when within our Father's house together we shall be, We'll sing the songs of Jubilee for ever unto Thee. ONE DAY IN SEVEN. We thank Thee, Father ! Thy loving thought, Knowing Thy children's share In the world where daily their hands have wrought, While their hearts were sad with care. Hast for their rest and comfort given One day in seven. In the week they are busy through all the days. And they sigh for the rest of night ; Short time have they for their songs of praise. Or to dream of the Land of Light ; And what would they do if Thou hadst not given One day in seven ? SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 599 One day to bask in the Father's love, And listen while He shall speak ; One day to think of the home above, The haven of all the meek ; And thank Him ever that He has given This day in seven. One day we walk in the glad, green fields, And join with the merry bird In her song for the pleasure the summer yields, And kneel when the heart is stirred ; And so is the spirit brought nearer heaven, One day in seven. We should lose our ardour, and miss our peace. And life grow grey and sad, If the Sabbath music should die and cease, Nor its songs should make us glad ; So we bless our God that His love has given This day in seven. We are passing on to another life, In a brighter, fairer home. Which is never darkened by sin and strife, For no distress may come ; And there to Him shall all days be given, Not one in seven. 200 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. THE FIRST MISSIONARIES. " Lord, what wilt Thou have me to do ? " Once again, as at first, the low prayer Of him who Christ's will would pursue. Rising heavenward, is filling the air ; And others are waiting with him Till the wish of the Highest is known, And then with a zeal naught can dim, They all will serve Jesus alone. So they wait and pray on, day by day. Some work cometh aye to their hands, But a voice shall soon call them away To new work in the far-distant lands. Hi.s servants most willingly wait ; They will toil in the day or the night ; For at last when the hour has grown late The Spirit will give them new light. And it comes ! To the isle in the sea, Where wistful eyes long for His face. And to hearts that now desolate be Shall be carried good tidings of grace ; And the men who are ready to go Shall be messengers, sent by the King To the regions of darkness and woe. The light of His Gospel to bring. So they are the first of the band That firm through all ages shall be. Going forth into every lone land, Till the nations Christ's glory shall see. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. And Others shall follow their zeal, Shall labour, shall wait, and shall pray, Till the Spirit His will shall reveal, And they pass through the sunlighted way. The years have gone by like a dream, But His servants are working on still. They watch for His day-star to gleam. They listen to learn His good will ; And then with swift feet do they go, Nor care be the way bright or dim, Christ crucified only they know. And they gladly live wholly for Him. DESIRING KNOWLEDGE. ' They besought that these words might be preached to them the next Sabbath." " Let us hear them again ! "■• They had waited yet. And had heard the words they would not forget, While the angry Jews, each with scornful face. Had risen in wrath and left the place. But these had lingered ; they could not go While more of the wonders they hoped to know ; For Paul was speaking of Christ the King, And they felt the power that His name could bring. " Tell us yet more," so the Gentiles cried, " Of the Nazarene who was crucified ; Let us learn how the prophets wrote of Him, In the far-off days when the light was dim. 202 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Make us understand what the Lord would say To us who hve in this wondrous day, And if He be the King foretold, We will trust Him yet with a courage bold. " Do not be silent. If through the week Of these wondrous tidings ye may not speak. When next shall visit this world of ours, The peaceful calm of the Sabbath hours, Tell us again of the glad, good news Which is scorned by the unbelieving Jews ; And we will come to His mighty feet In whom the manhood and Godhead meet." So they kept in their hearts through the days that came The glad, sweet music of Jesus' name, They talked of the things they had seen and heard. And lost no part of the preacher's word ; And at last when the Sabbath came again. With its gift of peace for the world of pain, They had learned fresh lessons of His great love, Who had come to earth from His home above. " Tell us yet more," we cry to-day, " For we need the teaching as much as they ; Let us see the beauty of Christ the Lord, Let our hearts rejoice in His gracious word. We do not reject Him. We long to bring Ourselves, our all, unto Christ the King, And would ever be learning of His rich grace. Till at last we see Him face to face." SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 203 PAUL'S VISION. " I have much people in this city." The City of Corinth was fair in the sun, Where wealth might be gathered and fame might be won ; And the breezes blew softly there over the sea, Where the ships on the water were joyously free. To the city came strangers from every far shore. And one watched the people, and prayed evermore ; He loved them for Him who had died on the cross. And for knowledge of Him counted all things but loss. Would they listen, he asked, to the message he brought ? His mission had ever with danger been fraught ; And he, the brave-hearted, although not dismayed. Yet halted a moment, of failure afraid. But a voice came to him in the silence of night. That filled him with courage and hope and delight ; " Do not fear, I am with thee ; speak on in My name ; Be bold yet again, and My Gospel proclaim. " For lo, in this city much people have I, Who daily before Me for righteousness cry ; And no man shall hurt thee, but all shall be well, While the tale of My love thou shalt constantly tell." Oh, King of Thy people, we thank Thee to-day, For the cities are many of which Thou dost say That Thy children are there. Let the time soon appear When to all in Thy world Thy great name shall be dear. 204 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. "AWAY WITH HIM/- (Acts xxi. 36.) That which he dreaded has come to pass ! He looks abroad on the angry mass. With passionate faces and flashing eyes The people are shouting their hungry cries, — They will have his life, they will beat him down, They will give the apostle the martyr's crown. But Paul stands bravely and does not fear As the lying accusers are pressing near. His heart is kept in a deep repose As his body shrinks from the cruel blows ; The Lord is with him, He makes him strong Who gave him in prison a midnight song. The yells are increasing, " Away with him ! " They hasten him up the staircase dim ; But he waits a moment. The cry they raise Makes him think of the former days, When they hunted the Master he loved away, With the same wild cry which they raise to-day. With Him he suffers ! Paul's face is bright. For the memory brings him a happy light : With undaunted courage he sees the crowd. And does not care for the voices loud ; He lifts his hand, he will give them yet Words of Him they will not forget. Oh, wonderful Master ! A thought of Thee Will comfort Thy children whdre'er they be. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. We take Thy words to our hearts to-day, We tread a lighted and pleasant way ; But if sorrow should come, Thou wilt make us strong, For Thou art with us the whole life long. NIGHT IN THE CASTLE. The day at last was ended. The great strain On the apostle might be loosened now ; And all the anxious thought that had been his, And the keen gaze that watched his bitter foes, And his great pain and care to say right words At the right time might be relaxed, and he Be free to rest. And yet, how could he rest ? Before his eyes again the faces came. And he could see, flashing with rage and hate. The eyes that once, and not so long ago, Had beamed with friendly light, but now had changed, As hearts had changed. Paul thought him, in the dusk. Of when the Martyr Stephen stood before The council, and himself had with the rest Passed the death-sentence. Then he thought, again, Of how to-day the angry men that were His late companions glared on him in rage. And thirsted for his life. A smile would break Over the wea:ry face, as he recalled The happy thought that, flashing through his mind. Had made him set the' Pharisees against The Sadducees, and so turn from himself 206 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. The gathering storm. And yet full well he knew 'Twas but a moment's respite. He must meet Another day the trouble and the strife ; Perchance, indeed, he had a violent death Before him ; and the future, dark as night, Held up no sunny prospects. But a Voice He knew and loved spoke to him through the gloom ; He lifted up his eyes, and at his side. Behold, the Saviour stood ! Paul's hour of need Had brought the Comforter, and He who once Had said in gentle tones, " Saul, why dost thou Persecute Me ? " said now, " Be of good cheer, For thou, who ever hast been brave and strong To testify of Me among the Jews Here in Jerusalem, shalt also go To Rome, and witness there." Lo, suddenly The night was gone ! The Light of all the world Shone in the castle-fortress, and Paul's heart Grew light and strong, because he saw the Lord. AN HOUR IN A LIFE. (Acts xvi. 25—33.) A MAN was sleeping. And he dreamed that night Of strangely solemn music, which uprose, And mingled with the choruses of heaven, Although the singers were but humble folks Upon the earth. And in his dream he heard SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 207 Voices of men in prayer, who spoke to God As if He were their Father, and His Son Their Friend and Saviour. But across his dream There came an awful tumult ; for the earth Upheaved, and a dull, thunderous sound was heard, While the foundations of the mighty house Were shaken, and the strong high walls bent down As if they would have fallen. Suddenly The man awoke, and, springing to his feet. Recalled the facts and circumstance of life By which he was surrounded. Where was he ? Within the gaol at Philippi. And whom ? The gaoler still. The midnight hour was dark. But the familiar objects round were felt, And he remembered how the palace towers And pilasters of marble would shine out Soon as the day should break ; and how the sun Would light the waters of the JEgean Sea When the to-morrow came. But now ? Ah, now He trembles and turns pale. Theprison doors Are open to the night ; and the loose bands That held the prisoners fast are scattered near. And with a rush of fear his mind recalls The evil to himself, if while he slept The prisoners have escaped. Have they not gone ? The doors are open ; surely they are fled ! And, panic-stricken, turns he to his sword. When, suddenly, a loud and startling voice Rings through the silence, " Do thyself no harm. For we are here." The dream must have been true ! The singers were the followers of Him, The Nazarene, the Crucified, whom men Reviled and hated still ; who for their love And boldness had been scourged, and in the stocks Set fast. An hour ago he would have given These men no pity ; but a gleam of light 2o8 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Had come to him, and hastening to their cell With torch in hand, he swiftly brought them out, Crying, " I would be saved ; what must I do ? " Straightway the singers thought not of their wounds, But with a joyful voice they healed the man Of his distress with simple words of power. " Believe," they said, " on the Lord Jesus Christ, Thou shall be saved, thou and thy house with thee. The hour was passing, such an hour as comes But to few lives ! The man, eager and glad. Brought all his household, and while others slept They listened to a sermon, short but clear. And saw that He who died, and rose again, Whose words had made the prison doors stand wide For His imprisoned servants, was indeed The Lord and the Messiah ; and their love Sprang into being with their fealty. And they became disciples. That same hour. While men were sleeping in Philippian homes. The gaoler washed the prisoners' stripes ; and he And all h;s house believed and were baptized. That was the hour of life, whose memory Would last through all the years, and be renewed Throughout eternity. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 209 THE ALTAR TO THE UNKNOWN GOD. " There is Some One else ! All our gods are here, And we worship them daily in pain and fear. We would not forget them ; we bow our knees, And seek by our offerings each to please. But we feel that our altars are all too few : There's another God, if we only knew. " Can you not see in the painted flower The proofs of His mighty and kindly power? Do you know the sound of His gentle voice Which maketh the morn and the eve rejoice ? Thd birds are singing their songs to Him, And we feel Him near when the night is dim. " We hear Him walk in the cool of day. He chases the shades of the night away, He calls the flowers into glad new life, He speaks and hushes the wild wind's strife ; Great is this God, let us therefore raise An altar meet for the Unknown's praise." So they built their altar, and set thereon No name of Him whom they had not laiown ; They bowed and worshipped with words of prayer. And asked sometimes if the God were there ; ' For what could they know of the Highest's grace. And how could they picture His smiUng face ? But unto their city His servant came, And he spoke to them of a wondrous Name ; 14 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. He told of the Christ who had Uved and died ; The Friend, the King, and the Crucified, And some had faith, and they sought His throne, The God of Mercy before unknown. A PARTING. A LITTLE ship in the harbour lay, And a knot of earnest men Pressed close to the teacher whom they loved. And heard his voice again. And they looked at the face that was growing old, Till his portrait was in each heart, And sad tears gathered within their eyes, For the time had come to part. " Bear me record," the teacher said, " I have faithfully lived and wrought ; Of all that the Spirit has given me, I have hindered and kept back naught. I have borne and striven, have prayed and wept. And now I am going, bound, Not knowing all that shall come to me. But that griefs and pains are found. " Yet, if I may finish my course with joy, I care for none of these, And behold I have shunned not to tell you all. Seeking my God to please. Now, therefore, take heed of the grievous wolves. And remember the three long years When I ceased not to warn you by night and day, Even with prayers and tears. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 211 " And now I commend you to God's good grace. Remember, for His dear sake, The Master's word. More blessed it is To give than it is to take." Then he knelt beside them, and prayed for all. And they watched him sail away, Weeping because they might see no more The face they had seen that day. And alas ! for us when our partings come, Had we no home on high, But our friends beloved do but pass away To their rest beyond the sky ; And there His servants with joy and song Shall happily meet again. Forgetting the sorrows of other days And the bitter parting pain. PAUL'S JOURNEY. Where the cliffs were green with the buds of spring. And the sun touched gently each growing thing, Where the light crept over the smiling shore, And the storms of the winter raged no more. The traveller looked with a half sad smile, For scarce could these beauties his thoughts beguile. He had friends to love him and work to do. And the prize of glory to keep in view. The Holy City was fair and bright In the calm repose of the spring's sweet light ; And his thoughts flew thither, before his face Saw the signs- of the longed-for place. 14 — 2 212 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. The full moon shone on the vessel's way, When the evening followed the fading day. And the ocean's murmur became a psalm As it moved serenely with bosom calm, But sea nor landscape could make him glad, For seeing the future his heart was sad. God had whispered of coming ill, And though His servant adored His will, He shrank from the gloom of the prison cell. And the stripes whose torture he knew too well. Yet he rested still in the Father's care, And stayed his soul upon God in prayer. And we know that He would his joy increase, With His wonderful healing gift of peace. The strength He needed would surely come, And at last the bliss of the heavenly home ; For though the heart may be tossed with fear, No harm can come with the Master near. ALMOST PERSUADED. Two men there are. The one is strong in right, His heart is brave, although he is in chains. His eyes look on the other, and a light Flashes through them, and for a while remains. The king is moved to speak an honest word, Though yet he does not serve the prisoner's Lord. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 213 " They are all true," he thinks, " these words of his, And I am wrong who turn my face away From light and perfect purity and bliss. That dwell where'er the Nazarene has sway. But I ? I dare not serve Him for my sin ; My heart is all too hard for Him to win." The other, pressing him more closely sees The wavering of his soul. " Oh, would to God Thou mightest decide," he cries. But words like these Touch the weak king too closely. With a nod The others understand, he gains his feet And moves away, the work still incomplete. And so, " almost persuaded," comes to naught ; The king shall not receive the crown of life ! Within his heart no glorious change is wrought He still is tossed about by sin and strife, He has not come to Christ, nor found His rest. He will remain unhappy and unblest. Oh ye who read the story, do you see How but " almost persuaded " serves you not ? Decide for Jesus. His disciples be. And He will cast His brightness o'er your lot, And bid the strife and sin for aye to cease. And guide you gently through the path of peace. WHOSE I AM AND WHOM I SERVE." To the faces white with fear Turned he his watchful eyes. Then raised them, until they saw Far through the stormy skies. 214 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. He looked on the Father's face Smiling down from above, Till his heart grew strangely calm As he read His gracious love. He knew he was not his own ! Bought by his Master's death, Destined to share His throne, What mattered the passing breath He would die for his gracious Lord, — Was not the prize in sight .' But the King had sent him a word To comfort him in the night. He was safe though the storm was strong- The God of the worlds was his ; He could cheerily sing his song To the wild wind's symphonies. He was tossed by the angry waves, But he felt not their mad alarms ; They might open their darksome graves, But he clung to his Father's arms. Oh, never, in fiercest strife. Would the servant forsaken be ; He walked in "the path of life," E'en on the raging sea. And though dangers might thickly crowd, He could still in the King rejoice, And hear, through the tempest loud. The sound of His still small voice. So the heart of the man \yas still. The winds and the foaming sea Would the will of his Lord fulfil. And all things for good should be. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 215 Then he gave to the frightened men The message the Lord had sent ; And they rallied to hope again, Though their courage was well-nigh spent. Oh, ye, who still face the storm. Desolate, weak, alone, Away from the shelter warm Which God's children have made their own, Will ye not come to Him ? The refuge is very sure ; Serve Him until life grows dim. And His mercy will aye endure. AJVD WISHED FOR THE DAY. They heard the booming waters. But they could not see the strife Of the angry waves that wrestled And the surf with danger rife : They could not tell what sorrow, What anguish or dismay. Would come with their to-morrow, But still they wished for day. It might be that the billows Should be their open graves. And their ever-restless pillows Be made of heaving waves ; But the sailors had a promise, And Hope resumed its sway, So they braced themselves to action, And waited for the day. 2l6 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. And, when across the waters, Passed the dreary shades of night, And upward from the eastern Came the welcome dawn of light, Their hearts grew glad with pleasure For they saw the distant strand. And the ship went bounding onward, While they hoped to reach the land. The day was full of trouble. Of fighting, and of fears, Of struggling in the waters, While the hours seemed almost years But at length the toil was over. And the danger safely past. And Paul and his companions Had reached the land at last. Ah ! often we are sailing Across the stormy sea. And our hearts are filled with terror Of the evils that may be ; But with eyes to Him uplifted, To the God of strength we pray, And then we wait with longing For the dawning of the day. And at last the rough life over. The tempests hushed to sleep. We shall safely reach our dwelling Where God's children cease to weep, And there with joy and praises Shall find ourselves at length With the toil and struggles over In the land of light and strength. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 21/ THE MEETING OF FRIENDS. Saved from the perils of storm and sea, Aged by sorrow as well as years, A weary man, in captivity, Along the Appian Way appears, His firm face set toward wished-for Rome, And a heart that feels he is nearing home. He was the actor in many a scene, A cheery friend in the raging wind, A helper, wherever his lot had been, A brother, a teacher, strong and kind : Now he is lonely, faint, and tired. Still far from the place he has long desired. But he looks at the crowds as he passes on. And fain would tell them the glad, good news. That life eternal by Christ is won. And the strangers, Gentiles, Greeks, and Jews, Coming to Him shall be glad and free ; But now the prisoner must silent be. But in the road, with astonished joy. He sees the face of a long-known friend ; Then others come, and the time employ In happy talk as their way they wend ; And again fresh comers swell the band. And the journey Ues through a pleasant land. 2l8 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Thank God, that our travels are ne'er so long, But friends can meet us within the way, And cheer our hearts with strengthening song, And add some light to the darkest day ; We, too, take courage ; and soon shall come With the friends all near in the heavenly home. THE FINISHED LIFE. (2 Tim. iv. 7.) An old man bent o'er the parchment scroll. And his eyes were dim with tears, He was left alone in his prison-cell After the work of years. The friends he loved, grown faint with fear, Dared not to stand beside The man who had suffered and wrought for them As their teacher and their guide. Alone ? Not so. There was One who came. And whose presence, calm and bright, Gave him courage and hopefulness In the hours of the darkest night ; He would not leave him, would not forsake. But would give the conqueror's crown To the aged man, who was brave and strong, And had won for Him renown. So Paul the aged, whose work was done, Rested with pen in hand. And thought of those who were safely home In the Father's promised land. SONGS or SUNSHINE. 219 Then, looking back on his own past life, Triumphantly wrote the words That have sounded since in the Church of Christ Like sweet inspiring chords. " 1 have fought the fight, though the foe was fierce, I have beaten him day by day ; My work has lain where the noise was loud, My place in the thickest fray ; I have not quailed by the Captain's side, And this was my battle cry — ' For the King, the Mighty, the Crucified, Honour and victory.' " I have finished my course, though the race was long, For I kept my eager eyes Not on the racers who ran by me. But fixed on the promised prize ; And now it is sure, and the righteous Judge Will give it me by-and-by. I am growing weary and spent at last, But the goal is very nigh. " I have kept the faith. 'Twas a sacred trust And I hid it within my heart ; No foe could wrest it away from me, 'Twas mine, ' the better part.' Henceforth there's a crown awaiting me. To cast at the Master's feet With those who were found in the testing day. For His blessed service taeet." The letter was finished, the work was done. The pen was laid aside ; Does it matter how soon the last hour came. Or how the servant died .'' SONGS OF SUNSHINE. We know he rests from his labours now At the Saviour's throne in heaven, And we pray, God grant that to- each of us The spirit of Paul be given. RESTING. 'Tis lilte repose 'neath Elim's palm, Or the soft notes of praiseful psalm, Or the hushed breath of summer's calm, This time of rest. God speaks, and like a little child Grown timid journeying through the wild, The troubled heart is still and mild Upon His breast. The feet were weary of the hill. The hands had wrought, and were not still. The busy brain performed its will Through all the day. And then the Father hid the light. And drew the curtains of the night. And tasks unfinished out of sight Were laid away. And now His blessed gifts abound, His care and love the life surround. He gives the tired ones sleep profound, And rest is sweet. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. He makes the waking full of peace, Bidding all strife and pain to cease, And joy's true blessedness increase Beside His feet. And thankful thoughts the memory throng, While the glad spirit wakes to song. That times of sorrow are not long Till peace be given : And this repose by Elim's palm. This praiseful echo of glad psalm, Are but as earnests of the calm And rest of heaven. THE NAME. " Sweetest note in seraph song, Sweetest name on mortal tongue, Sweetest carol ever sung— Jesus, blessed Jesus." Evermore His name is spoken in a love-tone true and strong ; 'Tis the name that lends a richness to the mother's cradle-song, 'Tis the name that little children utter when they kneel to pray. For His blessing in the morning or the closing of the day, 'Tis the name the dying falter with the last low, sobbing breath, And the first word of the anthem raised in heaven after death. Strangely sweet the name of Jesus ! We have loved it all the years. And it thrills so through our spirits that we whisper it with tears ; 222 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. It has turned to gladdest music all the discords of our life, It has sounded o'er the ocean hushing all its passion's strife, It has brought a gleam of sunshine to the very darkest days, And we sing the name of Jesus in all joyful songs of praise. Who will join us in our singing ? Are there strangers to His love Who are silent while His praises cleave the air and mount above ? Would they come and see the Saviour they would learn the holy psalm, And their lives would be like music, sweet and happy, grand and calm, And He waits with words of welcome, ever saying, " Come and see, Would you be the meek and lowly, come. My children, learn of Me." There are safety and forgiveness and great blessings at His feet. He will lift the heavy burdens, make the joy of life complete. And the future shall have nothing that shall cause the bliss to end Of the heart that trusts in Jesus as his Master and his Friend. So we pray, oh, tender Saviour, take us up into Thy love. And abide with us for ever till we dwell with Thee above. THROUGH A THUNDER-STORM. It seemed that the earth was weary or faint with excess of heat, And heavy and slow were the footsteps that passed through the burning street ; The birds were too tired for singing, a languor was on the trees, And the waves of the sea seemed dj'ing for a breath of the stirring breeze. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 223 Then a sound as of distant cannon rolled up through the sultry eve, And we saw how the fiery lightning the sky and the sea could cleave ; The wind like a loosened spirit caught the dust in a whirling cloud, Then tore through the trees in madness, and suddenly shrieked aloud. There followed a hush as solemn as the silence that waits for death. And we listened in awed excitement, when, quick as a hasty breath, The storm-power rushing upon us, dazzled our eyes with light. Then plunged us deep in the darkness of terrible starless night. It seemed that all fierce wild spirits were keeping a festival. For the lightning, flashing from heaven with scarcely an interval, Sent the thunder rolling about us like an awful artillery. Till the earth was shaking for terror, and a trembling was on the sea. But we thought of an old, old story that came like a soothing psalm, Of One who rebuked the tempest, making the storm a calm ; And we said, " He is walking towards us over the troubled sea. And why are we then so fearful since safe in His care we be ? " So we listened in hope for a whisper, " It is I, be ye not afraid," For we know how His voice can quiet the heart that is sore dismayed ; If He would rebuke the tempest, how soon it would sink to rest. And the spirit would sleep in quiet as a child on its mother's breast. Then the Master came in the darkness, making the storm to cease. He hushed the voice of the thunder, and the lightnings died in peace ; And we thanked the King when the waters grew calm in the smiling bay. For the skies in the east were glowing with the dawn of a Sabbath-day. 224 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. A DOOR OF HOPE. (HosEA ii. 14.) A vojCE has called me to the wilderness For quiet rest, Far from the place which rapid footsteps press In eager quest ; And here I lie and wait from morn to night Till there shall be Some marching order sent in words of light To set me free. But while I wait within this Achor-vale, I look away To where the sunny joys of life prevail, And hear One say, " After the quiet and the rest of life Thou shalt be strong ; And when has died away the noise of strife Thou shalt have song." And then I see, as through an open door, A joyous scene ; The busy toilers working as before Where I have been ; Glad smiles are on their lips, and in their eyes The mystic light Of those who see a home beyond the skies, And love the right. And a good hope arises in my heart : I shall be soon Working among the workers at my part Through all the noon ; SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 225 Busy with pleasant labour, and content To toil and sing, So that the years remaining shall be spent For Christ the King. And He shall teach me in these quiet days Of peace and rest, The old, forgotten songs of joyous praise Which I loved best ; And so that He be with me while I stay. And make me glad, There is no hour of all the passing day That can be sad. And yet, another scene before my sight Passes sometimes, And I can see a world of wondrous light. And hear the chimes Of that sweet Sabbath-land where tired hearts rest. And work is done. And God has made the warriors greatly blessed For victories won. And so I thank the Father-voice that bade Me rest awhile, Where visions of the future make me glad ; And in His smile The quiet days shall pass, till once again It is His will That I should leave the vale of night and pain, ' And serve Him still. IS 226 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. SUMMER EVENING. Now from the westward the opals ascending, Make for the sun his night chariot of fire, Now the deep crimsons with purples are blending, To robe the faint day in last gorgeous attire. All things seem sorry because she is dying, Some flowers cannot watch her, they close up their eyes ; The earth puts on mourning, the dark trees are sighing. Unheeding, uncaring, the day slowly dies. A few faithful birds sing her requiem half sadly, Some flowers send their perfume to her through the air. And the fair day is dead ! And the weary earth gladly Now welcomes the darkness for rest and for prayer. Thick mists throw a pall o'er the once purple mountains, The green hills are lost in the shrouding black glooms, Weird night songs are sung by the springs and the fountains, And the shrubs and the trees are like desolate tombs. Then to lighten the darkness the soft stars are shining. Like cheery friends saying, " Hope on for awhile. Nor weep and lament for the fair day's declining. Another shall gladden your heart with her smile." Then the children remember the love of their Father, And creep the more closely to Him in the night ; He will not forsake in their need, but will rather Abide and watch by them till dawn of the light. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 227 He pardons their sins, and He pities their sorrows, He hushes the tumult of fear in each breast. He gives them the promise of happy to-morrows. And gladly they come to His arms for their rest. NEVER FORSAKEN. " I will never leave thee nor forsake thee." This is Thy word to Thy hosts, mighty Leader, And forward they march, for it renders them strong ; Small fear have they for the fate of the battle. Glad-hearted sing they their jubilant song. Not so courageous, yet hopeful and patient, I, too, would sing as my battles I fight, " Whate'er shall o'ertake me, Oh ! do not forsake me,'' And I shall grow brave for my God and the right. When, in the dawn of the bountiful morning, A new day stands waiting — Thy gift unto me. And crowds of fresh duties attend my awaking. My heart shall still sing this old song unto Thee :— " In labour or pleasure, abide with me ever," And flowers shall grow even in dark, barren ways ; Thy servant but make me. And do not forsake me, And joy like spring sunshine shall lighten my days. When I climb up the sides of the steep, rugged mountain, And the marches are long, and the rests far apart. When " the burden and heat of the day" are upon me. Thy promise shall solace and strengthen my heart. 15—2 228 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. And Still I will pray through hfe's lingering noontide, Oh ! hear me, good Master : give strength from above ; Oh ! do not forsake me, Nor harm shall o'ertake me, Encircled and safe in the arms of Thy love. When the shadows of life shall grow broader and deeper, And night comes apace with its silence and sleep, And all the famiUar, sweet things of the lifetime Fade off, and yet leave me too weary to sleep, Oh ! then, in the darkness, come nearer, be dearer. And still in Thy mercy but whisper " Forgiven ; " And do not forsake me, But graciously take me, To dwell at Thy side, and to praise Thee in heaven. And thus do Thy children entreat Thee, Redeemer ; Not " Give me no cross that is heavy to bear," Not " Lead me for ever through ways that are sunny," Nor " Give to me riches and honour to share ; " They ask what is greater than pleasure or glory, The joy of Thy presence wherever they roam ; Nor wilt Thou forsake them But evermore take them, Through paths that shall bring them at last to Thy home. EARLY SUNSETS. 'Tis not now the lingering day Of the laughing, happy May, Or the long midsummer fairness that will scarcely own a night ! But the darkness falls betimes, And we hear the evening chimes Through the thickening mists and shadows that are chasing the faint light. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 229 Yet the crimsons in the West, That proclaim the early rest, Are all glowing with the brightness of a sunny summer day ; And the fair flowers in their beds Are still lifting up their heads, When the gloaming, swiftly coming, hides their loveliness away. Do we long for one hour more Of the sunshine on the shore, Or the blending of the opals with the mountains' purple glooms ? All our wishes are in vain ; Night, the sexton, comes again, And the spreading sea and meadows are all buried in his tombs. But the shortening autumn days, That are musical with praise. For the golden wealth of harvest gained from orchards and from fields. May be tranquil if not bright, In the slowly-fading light. And may bring a deeper pleasure than the merry spring-time yields. For the early setting sun Sees the tasks of men well done. And reward of summer labour that has been performed with zest ; And if only work be finished ^ When the work hours are diminished. Who complains that early darkness brings a longer time for rest ? May it be so with us all. When the last night-shadows fall. That the harvest has been gathered, and the Master's smile well won ! Then, amidst the evening's calm. We will sing our closing psalm — Unto God be praises given for His rest at set of sun. 230 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. A SONG OF THE WAY. " The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places." The way lay through valleys where meadows were bright, The streamlet made music through all the glad day, The eventide faded away into night, Which curtained the flowers and so hid them away ; And the journey went on where the golden stars shone ; And the pilgrims had always the Father's care known. The season was changed, and the skies were o'ercast, The wild breezes whistled among the bare trees, The flowers drooped their heads, for the summer was past. And a dark pall hung thickly above the grey seas ; But the way that led on by the desolate shore Was brightened by infinite love evermore. The winter came on in its folds of white snow. And the pilgrims still gladly the journey pursued, For they heard, " I am with you wherever you go," And they knew that the Father would bless them with good ; So they sang as they travelled, and e'en in the night. His presence was with them, and they walked in the light. The hill sides were steep as the climbers went on With patient, slow steps iip the difficult way, And they sighed for companionships over and gone, And they felt they were poorer for many a day ; But one Friend abode through the hours bright or dim, And the way must be good that they traverse with Him. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 23I So cheerily sing they this song of the way : Come, brothers and sisters, we near our sweet home ; If the path should be thorny, we have not to stay, And the Guide is beside us wherever we roam. Let us gladly go forward, Christ stands at the door, We shall enter our rest, and be pilgrims no more. THE FISHERMAN'S SUNDAY. " Last night when the moon was shining, I came o'er the freckled sea, For the hours of my rest were coming, and my children were calling me ; They had mounted the sloping sandhills, and looked where the vessels came, And Wilhe, the youngest, shouted, and hoped I should hear my name. " Do you know how I love the water ? A landsman I could not be ! I should spend my strength in repining away from the wooing sea ; But I'm glad of the calm home Sunday, that comes to me now and then, When I Usten to other voices than those of the rough sea-men. " So I said to my mate, ' Let us hasten,' all night we had toiled in vain. But we always rest on the Sabbath, nor care for a passing gain ; For a man who has little children, who live in this world of woe. Must give them 3. part of Sunday, to teach what they ought to know. 232 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. " So home we came through the water ; the children were long in bed, But up from the snug, warm pillow rose many a curly head ; And they uttered their sleepy greetings, then back to the land of dreams They went, till the sun in the morning touched them with gentle beams. " I took a walk in the garden, the little ones after me. And away o'er the sloping sandhills were the waves of the flashing sea ; And I told of the heavenly Father, whose hand had kept back the storm, And brought me again among them, to my home with its comforts warm. " And Harry, the oldest, muttered, ' I will love Him through all my days, And I will try not to grieve Him, nor wander in wicked ways.' And Charlie looked up to heaven, ' I will sing Him my songs,' said he, ' And I shall be soon a sailor, and go on the sunny sea.' " They went with me to the chapel, and they looked so good and still. That I inwardly prayed the Father to teach them at once His will ; And my heart grew strong and tender, for the preacher, it seemed to me. Had a special message this morning for all who work on the sea. " I was ready with simple lessons for my class in the afternoon. For I am the infant teacher ; and many a cheery tune Did the children sing together of jewels and ' sowing seed,' And the tender, pitiful Saviour, whose love we always need. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 233 " And then in my whitewashed cottage the mother was making tea, And pleasant the fisherman finds it after his work at sea To have wife and children about him, and hear the news of the week Ere it comes to the children's bed-time, and a blessing at last we seek. " The wife and I are together at the sei-vice at eventide, And we feel that even the waters cannot kind hearts divide ; We hear of our home in heaven, where together we soon shall be. Out of the reach of the sighings of the desolate, dreary sea. " At last, when the day is over, I rest with a thankful heart, I know that my lot is lonely, but I'll bravely do my part ; God will take care of my children, and He will be good to me. So I trust Him to-day and ever, who is with me, even at sea." ''HE CARETH FOR YOU." Lord, Thy servants long ago, In the midst of pain and woe, Had the wondrous joy to know Thou caredst for them. And Thy servants of to-day, Passing through a troubled way, Often lift their hearts to pray, " Lord, care for me." 234 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Each one for himself, appears Kneeling at Thy throne in tears, Crying, burdened with life's fears, " Lord, care for me." When the way is dark as night. And I cry in vain for light, Let Thy voice my heart delight. Oh, care for me. When the world with voices sweet Would allure me from Thy feet. Come Thou near my soul to greet ; Oh, care for me. I Pity me in my distress. Comfort me in loneliness, God of love Thy servant bless And care for me. And at last when life shall be As an ended day for me, Give me then Thy face to see. Who cares for me. BY THE SEA -SIDE. Far from heat of town and city, And the toil that moves to pity. Crowds of thankful hearts are basking in the sunny light to-day ; Scarce a cave, sea-washed and shady. But is sheltering some lady, Or a beach but has its myriads of glad children at their play. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 235 All around the wave-washed island, Weary people from the high-land Sit and lie on sand or shingle, and enjoy their well-earned rest ; And the water, as it dashes On the rocks, and gently splashes World-worn faces, gives them courage to go back and work with zest. Very pleasing is the motion Of the great, unrestful ocean, And the eyes grow bright that watch it in its moods of play or strife ; For it gives to minds reflecting Themes for useful thought, suggesting Hope and comfort for the sailors on the changeful sea of life. The dark rocks are unresponding To the white waves' playful fondling — Frowning back at their advances sullen and unmoved they stand ; Yet a thought they bring to cheer us. Of His love who bendeth near us. And is like the great rock's shadow in a hot and weary land. In the cool and pleasant dawning Of the matchless August morning. We can almost see Him walking on the smooth waves of the sea ; And at even, in the gloaming, We can hear, amid the foaming. The same voice that stilled the tumult on the Lake of Galilee. And we thank the Lord who loves us. For the blue sky spread above us, For the bracing air of mountains, and the breezes on the shore : For the rest and the refreshing, And, beyond all else. His blessing, Whilewe pray that in the future we may serve and love Him more. 236 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. A HARVEST SONG. Men say that the world in its years has grown olden, But glad eyes look out upon colours all golden, And the earth is yet strong in its prime. It has borne us rich fruit which is gathered to-day, It has scattered the corn in the labourer's way, And joy-attuned voices most thankfully say. Harvest home ! harvest home ! The good harvest has come. Oh, many a day in the cold wintry weather, Hosts of heads were bowed down and leal hearts prayed together, " Oh, give daily bread in Thy time." And the corn was wrapped warmly in blankets of snow. And the touch of the sun made it eager to grow. And now all the world is enraptured to know. That the harvest is here Though the winter is near. There's a song breaking forth that the singer's heart please?, A song that is heard in the autumn's soft breezes, A hymn of thanksgiving and love. For God has remembered His children again. And, sending the sunshine, the wind, and the rain. Has covered the acres and ripened the grain ; And men shall have food. For the harvest is good. Sing out the glad notes till the songs reach to heaven ; All praise to our Father, once more He has given The bountiful proofs of His care. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 237 The wealth is heaped up on the granary floor, For He loves in profusion His blessings to pour, And surely His children will doubt Him no more Now the harvest has come. Harvest home ! harvest home ! But a voice from the corn-fields is solemnly preaching, To far-away hearts the grave signal is reaching. Be ready, thy harvest is near. Death comes with his sickle, and soon it shall be That laid low by his touch thou shalt die to be free. Since heaven is the gamer made ready for thee. Harvest home ! harvest home ! For the autumn has come. Grow on, but be ready. The sunset's bright glory Is bringing the end of thy life's little story, And thou may'st be gathered ere night. Be glad for thy growing, and willing to die ; There is life for thee yet far beyond the blue sky. And the Planter shall cause thee to blossom on high. Let the earth-harvest come, And sing thou Harvest home ! THE INGATHERING. On the sun-lighted hills, By the musical rills. There is treasure of golden grain ; And aye where the trees wave their boughs in the breeze. Or the broad spaces he with their breasts to the sky, The sickle is busy again. 238 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. In the early morn To the standing com The reapers come with zest, And they labour well with strokes that tell, Till the ears lie low on the sods below, And the even shall bring them rest. All the bright warm day Do they cleave their way, And they work to a merry tune, For the plants are bread, and crowds shall be fed, Since our Father has answered the prayer they said. And the winter shall come full soon. In the busy street Where the people meet, They talk of the golden grain ; And they pray together for sunny weather, The best to win as they gather in The harvest wealth again. For God is good. And He sends the food Which His children daily need ; And the harvest song as it floats along Is full of praise for the sunny days. That God doth the prayer-cry heed. We see again That our fears are vain. And He will our good increase ; We are happy once more, and we gladly store The gifts of His hand that are decking the land In this time of light and peace. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 239 What shall we render For love so tender And care that is never tired ? What musical lays, what gifts of praise, Can we bring to our Friend whose love has no end, And who gives what our hearts desired ? Alas ! to the King No gems can we bring, No silver or gold is ours ; But we love Him more for our autumn store. And will not forget that He loves us yet, While we serve Him with all our powers. "FRIEND AFTER FRIEND DEPARTS." Yet another has gone homeward ! There were ties to keep him here ; With our love we would have held him. But the Master was so dear That he could but heed His whisper As it thrilled him in the night. Calling on to higher service In the land of perfect light. Oh, the earth is poor and empty, None can fill his vacant place ; But we think of all his rapture When he saw the Saviour's face. Could he stay for eyes beseeching ? Could he heed the hindering hands ? Jesus called, and now the servant By the royal Master stands. 240 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. We have lost a standard-bearer Who was foremost in the fight, True and tender, brave, courageous, With a heart that loved the right ; But, while we are weeping for him, He the crown of life has won, He is resting by the river, And has heard the words, " Well done. Little children knew and loved him, And they listened to his word While he told the old, old story Of the dying, living Lord ; And sad hearts that grief had broken, Learnt the sweetness and the rest Of the soul that trusts in Jesus, And is pillowed on His breast. We must miss him, the departed, Sending longing thoughts to him. For he leaves the once glad-hearted To a world all spoiled and dim ; But we know that e'en his dearest Must be glad that he is crowned. As he stands among the angels Who the throne of God surround. And the heaven that is so wealthy With our dear ones gone before, Shall be nearer and yet dearer To our hearts for evermore ; Till we hear the Father's summons To come higher, and we go, Where all life is love and rapture. Where is no more death or woe SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 24I NINEVEH. A STERN man walks round the city walls, His face is sad and his voice is strong ; And, slowly walking, aloud he calls That which shall silence the mirthful song : " In forty days will the Lord destroy The city, and quench the people's joy.'' The old men heard it. " And can it be ? " They asked each other with anxious face ; " Must our joyous city, so bright and free, Be overthrown and bereft of grace ? Shall our weary eyes at the last behold The grief which the stranger has thus foretold ? " The children heard it, and stopped their play ; Was it true what the awful prophet said ? Must life be changed from a hohday And become a sorrowful thing instead .■' And the children wept when the tidings came. For they would suffer who had no blame. And the men in the midst of the work and care Of the busy city were stricken sore ; For they heard the mourning in the air. And they sighed that their pleasure would soon be o'er. They had offended the Mighty God, Would He chasten them now with His mighty rod ? The king in the palace with heart of stone Called to his people : " If we repent, Perchance we may not be overthrown, And God may not send us the punishment. Let us cry with tears for our nation's sin, And who knows but His mercy we shall win ? " i6 342 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. The mighty Father looked down and smiled, Mercy was ready, He pardoned all. Was not each sinner His well-loved child ? Must He not listen to every call ? So the sun shone out where the clouds had been, And the heart of the Highest once more was seen. IN REMEMBRANCE. "This do in remembrance of Me." " Oh, how could we e'er forget Him ? " we said in the long ago ; But we knew not ourselves and others, as since we have learned to know ; We never could be like Peter, we never could faithless prove. So we thought in the joy and freshness that came with the dawn of love ; But now we must hide our faces, and sorrow for very shame Of the change that has made us colder since the day when we knew His name. Oh, green were the pleasant pastures, and rapid the light young feet, And the songs of the happy pilgrims were tender, and glad, and sweet, And we clung to the mighty Master, and never would let Him go. And we feel that He stayeth with us in the seasons of pain and woe. But how can we still the longing for the days that we knew of old ? And what can we do who are feeling the love of our hearts grow cold? But a message is coming to us, like the words of a long-loved psalm, And over our restless spirits there stealeth a heavenly calm ; SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 243 For the Master invites us nearer, and asks if we love Him still, And you know how the Saviour's whisper the hearts of His friends can thrill ; And we find we have not forgotten the Lord who will not forget, So we bend in our joy before Him, and feel that we love Him yet. We gather about His table — will He look as in days of yore ? Oh, nothing has ever changed Him, the Lord who our sorrows bore. And if only we have the courage to gaze in His shining face, We shall read for ourselves His message of pardon, and love, and grace ; And He says, as He comes to meet us, with the tender, familiar smile, " Come nearer to Me, remember My love for a little while.'' O Master, Thy love is mighty, and how can we keep away ? We need Thee as much as ever in the dark or sunny day. We have listened to many voices, but none is so dear as Thine, We have looked in the face of others, and longed for our Friend Divine ; Now keep us for ever with Thee, until, in Thy home above. We drink the new wine of the kingdom, and render Thee love for love. REBEKAH. She stood a moment in the soft fair light That threw its glory o'er the dying day. And looked upon the world that lay so still Before her father's tent. The work well done. There now remained to her such pleasant tasks As fetching the cool water from the well. And meeting young companions in the way, And dreaming dreams before the night-sleep came, 16 — 2 1, 244 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. And thinking of lier future. To her feet The golden sunset crept, then kissed her lips, Ani met the softer light of her dark eyes, But told her nothing of the anxious heart Of Isaac's servant waiting in the shades The answer to his prayer. It drew her forth, A pleasant picture, in the afternoon Of that eventful day : a girl whose life Had been all joy, whose bounding pulses thrilled With strong delight in all glad, lovely things ; Who knew the flowers, the birds, the sloping hills, And moved about her home as one who held Its music in her hands. And yet she knew The wonder and the hope that women have In twilight musings. " Was there in the world Some heart that needed her to steal its pain ? Some weary feet for whom her own could walk .■' Some eyes that asked the love that she could give ? Was she not young and vigorous ? Had she not Hands swift and gentle that could minister ? Some day perhaps it might be hers to pour Her heart's wealth forth, and tend the best beloved, And draw the aching head down to her breast. And kiss the tears away from sorrow's eyes. And take her woman's place as comforter, With, none to blame ! " Her smile was brighter still, Pleased with this thought ; and with a free, light step. She passed from out the tent, and to the well, Her pitcher on her shoulder. A tired man Dusty from travelling was waiting there With wistful, searching looks, and by his side The weary camels knelt. The girl's dark eyes Encountered his, and when the vessel came Forth from the fountain filled with cooling drops. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 245 The man pressed forward. " Let me sip," he said, " A little water from thy pitcher." She, With prompt and kindly grace, held to his lips The cooling beverage. " Drink, my lord," she said, " And I will draw the water from the well Until the thirsty camels also drink. And have enough." It was the sign he asked ! And Isaac's servant lifted up his heart In thankful prayer to God. .She led the way Unto her father's house ; he followed on. And told his story, spreading forth his gifts. " Lo, I am Abraham's servant, and my lord Hath sent me to his kindred that his son May marry not a Canaanitish bride. But take a wife who fears his father's God. I journeyed hither, and I prayed that she Whom God should choose might meet me at the well, And give to me and to my camels drink. And thus thy daughter did." " It is of God," Said Laban and Bethuel. The next day They started on the journey ; and the girl. With earnest, steadfast heart, and lighted eyes, Looked on before her. What she wished had come ! The woman's dower of helpfulness and love Was not denied her. Isaac in the fields Musing at even welcomed the fair bride. And she became his comfort and his love. ****** An aged woman, crafty, passionate, And partial, loving but one son alone. Stood by the couch whereon her husband lay In his last hours. The shadows of the grave Were in his worn-out eyes ; he could not see The faces of his sons ; but called them near 246 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. That he might breathe his blessing ere he died. " Esau, beloved ! " But the mother's fraud Brought Jacob in his elder brother's stead That he might steal away the solemn words. And when his heart misgave him, " Upon me Shall be thy curse, my son," Rebekah said, And Isaac was deceived ! Oh, bright-eyed girls ! Be faithful to the promise of your youth, Let not time rob you of such precious things As truth and loyalty. Be strong and good, That life's fair morning may not end in tears. But in the joy of right and peace of God. ELISHA'S DEATH. How did he die ? Nay, the Book says not— There's a word, and then silence deep ; We know not the changes that paled his face Ere he thankfully fell asleep ; We know not if weakness had laid him low. Or his brow grew white with pain ; No death-bed scene is before our eyes. No record of words remain. How did he die ? Did he pass away As his master had done before .'' Was he borne by horses of blazing fire Up to the open door .' Did he die in silence and loneliness ? Or with sad friends looking on ? Did quivering lips give the parting kiss. And mourners say, " He's gone " .' SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 247 We do not know. We can only tell That soon as he passed away, He saw Elijah with welcome smile, In the dawn of his endless day. He heard the chorus of holy praise, And his heart grew strangely glad, As he saw the hosts of the blessed ones In heavenly radiance clad. We know that he knelt in his rapturous joy At the great All-Father's feet ; That he thankfully saw as he glanced around That life's journey was all complete. The sorrow and hunger were over now, The toil and the weary woe. And the smile of God was his great reward, As it was in the world below. How did he die ? Nay, it matters not : How did he live ? we ask. Did he faithfully follow the Highest's word, Fulfilling the daily task ? He did ; and at last when the shadows fell. We know that his crown was won ; And he heard, 'mid the music the angels made. His whisper of love, " Well done." So we learn a lesson of trust to-day. Whenever the end shall be ; And the God of mercy shall send us word That henceforth we, too, are free. It will not matter what way we die. Nor aught of the time or place ; Let us but live for our Master here, And then we shall see His face. 248 SONGS OF SUNSHI^rE. CONQUERORS. " More than conquerors through Him that loved us." Two names are added to our list of dead ! Two honoured names ! We speak them with a sigh, For earth is poorer when its good men die, And days are darlcer for bright spirits fled. They were two soldiers, valiant in the fight ; Brave men and true, who led the armies on Through many a contest, to a victory won By stout, strong hearts, for God, and for the right. One from the western city passed away ; His work about him, and his eager thought, Fixed on some hallowed service to be wrought. When death's swift night brought everlasting day. The other, resting by the southern sea, After the din of the great busy world. Where he the good King's banner had unfurled. Passed gently upward with his Lord to be. Two loyal men they were, who lived in light. And said strong words, and crowned them with good deeds. And yet were ready for the people's needs. And ministry of souls that dwell in night. And every triumph made them but more brave To bear " the burden and the heat of day," And, " faint, but still pursuing," keep the way, And bring weak hearts to Christ, the " Strong to save." SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 249 Then, after years of firm fidelity, And grand successes in the holy strife, Was it not well to pass away to life Where death is lost in immortality ? And now they rest. Rut in the songs they sing They claim no guerdon, and no victor's crown, For all the joy of triumph and renown They lay before the feet of Christ the King. If they were conquerors in life's short days, It was because He loved them evermore ; And now the warfare and the work are o'er. Oh, glad indeed are they to give Him praise ! A SONG OF HOPE. ' O Israel, thou hast destroyed thyself ; but in Me is thine help." Bitter things had the prophet said, While the people listened with low-bowed head. The Father was angry, had suffered long. With patient sorrow, His children's wrong. But now should the day of His grace be o'er ? Would He say He would comfort them nevermore ? Oh, no ! for His love cannot pass away. How can He leave them ? He needs must stay ; His heart yearns over them even yet ; Caii a mother her child forget ? His arms are ready to shelter still Those whom He loves from every ill. 250 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. With tender voice He calls them home, " Thou hast destroyed thyself, yet come. In Me is thine help." He will go to meet The weary ones coming with blistered feet ; He knows how dreary their wandering be, So He summons them, " Come and rest with Me." Then the worthless idols cast away. The Father shall welcome His own to-day ; They are hastening near from the wilderness. And His hands are ready to help and bless. Nevermore will the children roam. In the Father's heart they have found a home. O God of Mercy, let all men hear Thy words of welcome, and hasten near. We, too, are sinful, and weak, and frail, Let not the world and sin prevail. We have destroyed ourselves. In Thee, Now and for ever, our help shall be. AT JESUS' FEET. So glad she was to hsten to the Lord, She could not move lest she should lose a word ; Her eager eyes were fixed upon His face, Her heart was glad in this her time of grace. There might be active service to be done ; But words of His were jewels to be won, And so she sat entranced beside His feet. And knew the voice of Jesus to be sweet. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 25 1 Deep in her heart she treasured them away, To keep and look at in the stormy day, When Jesus should be far from Bethany, And she might miss His words of sympathy. But suddenly a fretful voice was heard, A weak but loving heart, to anger stirred. Spoke through it ; and the world-worn woman spent Before the Lord her sighs of discontent. " Dost Thou not care that Mary leaveth me To serve alone, while she is glad with Thee ? Bid her to help me." Then the Master turned And looked on Martha's face, where anger burned. "Oh, Martha, Martha, careful, troubled one, Seeing so many duties to be done. One thing alone is needful. The good part Mary hath chosen, and it fills her heart." So spoke the Saviour ; and to-day we need The lesson ; for if we would serve indeed. We must have times of rest with Him our Lord — Must sit at Jesus' feet and hear His Word. GIVE US THY PEACE. O Christ, our Saviour, by whose will The raging waves grew calm and still. In us Thy gracious words fulfil, Give us Thy peace. 252 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. The world has given us many things, The pain that hurts, the sin that stings, The transient pleasure that has wings- Give us Thy peace. Each morning when the rising sun Shows many a triumph to be won And common duties to be done, Give us Thy peace. Each evening when the hours complete Our tale of weakness and defeat, And we lie weeping at Thy feet, Give us Thy peace. And when through all the busy day We try to serve Thee as we may, And pass along the lighted way. Give us Thy peace. And in the silence of the night Keep us from anguish and from fright, And be to us our life and sight. Give us Thy peace. Until we reach the tranquil shore, When all the storms of earth are o'er, And we are with Thee evermore, ■ Give us Thy peace. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 253 THE WITHERED HAND. It was the Sabbath day. On the blue lake The little ships were waiting, and the men Rested from all their labours. The glad flowers Seemed to be sweeter when that morning broke, And happy birds poured forth their psalms of praise As if in this fair world of sun and flowers Could be no sorrow. Yet my heart was sad With an old pain of disappointed hope, For I was no strong man with powerful hands To battle with the world. I could not dig, I could not take the lambs into my arms And carry them. I could not sow the corn Nor reap the harvest. In the vintage time, When merry voices rang among the vines. And active hands were busy with the grapes, I used to keep at home. None wanted me ; For in this world where there is much to do, Only the useful and the diligent Are needed by their fellows. On the sea I used to sail sometimes with cheery friends, But when the winds rushed down the mountain sides, And lashed the waves and made them leap on high, And when the ship required the firm, strong grasp Of manly hands to keep it from the rocks, I used to wish myself on shore again. My hand was withered ; it had lost its strength ; I could not pluck the pretty painted flowers, The sight of which brought tears into my eyes, Nor bear my little children in my arms. Nor live at all the free, strong, useful life Of those who had good servants in their hands. 254 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. I thought of this upon the Sabbath day, And blessed my God that in His synagogue The withered and the halt would welcome be, And I could pray to Him and sing the Psalms As freely as my neighbours. So I went With thankful heart, and listed to the law, And dared to let my thoughts go up to God And crave His mercy. Jesus came that day, As was His wont, and taught the worshippers, Speaking such words as touched the hardest hearts. And made the thoughtless think upon their God. I had oft heard of Him. Men spoke of Him From morn till even, not tiring of the theme. But I had never seen the Lord before ; And as I sought His face, and saw His eyes Resting on me, a strange hope filled my soul. And I almost exclaimed, " Believe in Him, He is the Son of God." But then I saw That scribes and Pharisees were watching Him With angry eyes. They said He did not keep The Sabbath holy, and they looked at me, And hoped they might accuse Him. Jesus said, " Rise up, and stand forth in the midst," to me, And I obeyed Him gladly. All could see. And all could hear the Master. " If a man Should have a sheep fall into any pit Upon the Sabbath-day, will not the man Lay hold on it and lift it out ? " He said, " Is it not lawful thus to save a Hfe, ■ And to do good upon the Sabbath-day ? " But none would answer Him. The Lord was grieved Because their hearts were hard. He looked on them With grave, stem eyes ; then kindly smiled on me. And said, in gentle tones, " Stretch forth thy hand." SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 355 And then — how can I tell you of my joy ? I had not moved my hand for many years : It dropped against my side, a lifeless thing ; But when He said to me, " Stretch forth thy hand," I knew that He would give strength to obey ; ' And eagerly, in strong, unfaltering faith, I lifted up my hand— and it was whole ! Oh ! are you maimed and strengthless, sick and sad ? I tell you of this Saviour. Close your ears To the coarse words of unbelieving men. And listen only for the Master's voice ! Have faith in Him. Believe His lightest word ; Whate'er He tells you, do it. He will be Your Healer, Saviour, and eternal Joy ; And you shall walk for ever in the calm Of His sweet Sabbath-day of perfect rest. TWO LANDS. " And the Lord said unto him, This is the land . . . I have caused thee to see it with thine eyes." ' ' For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us." The song was hushed in the shadowy aisle, the responses died away, And the people looked at the preacher's face as if they should softly say, " What is the message the Master sends from the throne of His love and life To the sorrowful, struggling, fearful ones in the midst of the earth's wild strife ? " 256 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. We saw a picture of long ago. The desolate miles of sand Stretched far away into dim, grey space, and we sighed for the barren land ; Before us in silence and solitude a mountain upreared its head. So lonely and grand was the purple height, as we looked we were filled with dread. On the top of the mountain a white-haired man stood gazing with wistful eyes At a sunny river that flashed its smiles back to the cloudless skies, To the sloping banks where the wild flowers grew, and the grass was brightly green. And the brown corn waved on the fertile hills where the genial rains had been. Little he thought, that lonely man, of the desolate wilderness Lying behind, while his face was turned to the country of blessed- ness. Did he care, though his feet were travel-stained — did he think of the parched sand ? Nay, for the wanderings all were done, and he looked on the promised land. God had taken him up the height away from the wondering host, The people, wayward, yet dear to him and the work that he loved the most. And gave for his guerdon a long fond look at thfe land he had sighed to see. Then took him away to a fairer scene than the best of earth could be. ****** We thought in the hush of the Sabbath hour that often He does the same To His servants, weary and fainting now, who call on His mighty name. He takes us out of the wilderness to some solemn mountain height And bids us look at our promised land till we gather strength from the sight. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 257 We see the hills where the ransomed ones rest in the light and peace, And the shining throne where they meet the King, and their joy and bliss increase, The streets of gold, and the gates of pearl, and the Face they have loved so long, And we strain our ears as in hope to catch some notes of the holy song. And we say as we turn from that home prepared. Truly, it matters not, Though shadows dwell on our sojourn-place, and dark is the earthly lot. For we shall not perish as Moses did ere we reached the promised land. But within the gates of Jerusalem our resting feet shall stand. So we pass away from the house of God to sorrow perchance and pain. But we know that the sufferings will not stay while the joy and the peace remain. We will cheer each other a little while, obeying the Master's word. And soon we shall stand on the other shore, for ever with Christ the Lord. MORNING AND EVENING PRAYERS. No sooner steals the grey light of the morning Over the mountain summits and green vales. Than surging up to heaven amid the dawning Is heard the mystic sound that aye prevails — The cries of God's great hosts as one by one They pray, " Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done." 17 258 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Oh, what a wondrous sea of wistful faces Flashes each morning upward to the skies ! What multitudes of hearts in many places Beat high with hope before His watchful eyes, Who hears through the first hours of every day The pleadings of His children when they pray ! And of the host each has his own petition. Each holds the Father with a " Notice mej" One prayer speaks pensively of deep contrition. One rings out joyously from souls set free ; But each request, that is a prayer indeed. Tells its own tale of individual need. And He who listens from His throne of glory. Gives from His treasure-house the blessing sought, Turns to an anthem many a doleful story. Grants hope to one, and to another thought. Rest to the weary, strength to meet the day. And sends His children down a brightening way. The hours pass on, the noontide sun is glowing Upon the workers busy at their tasks, And each is happy who may labour, knowing He has from God the wisdom that he asks. And all are glad because the morning prayer Has brought some succour or removed some care. And then the day dies, and amid the gloaming Once more the uplifted eyes the Father seek, His children have come back from all their roaming, And in the silence wait to hear Him speak Some gracious words of the day's sins forgiven. Some promise of the joy stored up in heaven. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 259 Again the sounds of many voices calling Move, mingling, heavenward through the misty air. And from God's hands His blessings aye are falling — Oh, wonderful is He who answers prayer ! What can exceed the power of God above, Unless, indeed, it be His matchless love ! THE KING'S MESSAGE. THE^ounds of churchward-going feet Had died away to evening's calm ; There came no discord from the street To mar the flow of praiseful psalm ; And we ? We waited in the hush. And wondered what the King would say To help us in the world's wild rush After our Sabbath holiday. For though God smiles through sun and flowers. In all the days of royal June, We faintly owned there might be hours When hearts of men were out of tune ; And so we listened hopefully, But heard the preacher's voice proclaim, " Afresh the Lord they crucify. And put Him to an open shame." There was no message, then, for us ! Our hearts were leal, our faith was strong. Would any pain the Master thus Whose voices sang the evensong ? Had not each' said, " Abide with me. The darkness deepens ; show Thy cross ; " " Jesus, the very thought of Thee Is sweetness after pain and loss " ? 17 — 2 26o SONGS OF SUNSHINE. So much we loved Him there were tears Dimming our eyes the while we thought Of Him, rejected through the years, Forsaken, mocked, and set at naught. Oh, not for us who faithfully Extol Him, trust Him, praise His name, The words " The Son they crucify, And put Him to an open shame." Yet, while the opals dyed the west, And softly blew the evening breeze, And sweetly closed the day of rest, Our hearts were moved by words like these ; " Whoso to-day with coward heart Hears Him reviled, yet dares not speak And take in love the Master's part. But, Peter-like, is false and weak : Who, Pilate-Uke, can see the right, And yet, for love of power and place, Will choose the Son of God to slight. And rather please the populace : Whose heart is hard as winter's sod The while he calls upon His name, Still crucifies the Son of God, And puts Him to an open shame. ''And he who with his heart and will Follows the heroes of the world. And chooses some Barabbas still, Who has fame's blazing flag unfurled : And he who throws around the King The purple robe, yet serves Him not, And kneels as if in worshipping. Yet does not cast with Him his lot : He, false of heart, and weak of will. He, silent when he should be brave. He, speaking well and doing ill. Who Him from no revilers save, — SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 261 He makes his Saviour suffer pain, Though with his lips he lauds His name, He crucifies God's Son again, And puts Him to an open shame." We felt the evening round us creep, The sunlight slowly died away. And none would see though we should weep Within the shadows dark and grey ; For lo ! our heads were bowed with shame. As dimly we could comprehend That 'twas to us the message came From Him the King, the Christ, the Friend. And yet it was in love's distress We crept the closer to His feet, And prayed, " Forgive our faithlessness. And make us for Thyself more meet : " Then as we turned to duties nigh. We knew our hope was in His name. And cried, " Let us the rather die Than put Thee to an open shame." LIFE'S WORK. "He hath showed thee, O man, what is good: and what doth the Lord require of thee but to do justly, and love mercy, and walk humbly with thy God.'' — MiCAH. Do you say there is no rest For the soul dismayed, opprest By the clamour of men's voices, and a multitude of creeds ? Are you sick of the word-war Raging where God's gardens are. While the tramplers cannot settle which are flowers and which are weeds ? 262 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Oh, you do not need to sigh That you cannot well reply To the arguments and reasons that are hurled about your ears ; That you cannot talk as they, Who are eager in the fray, Because you have misgivings while they swear they have no fears. For there is a source of rest ! Simple faith that hopes the best Of the wondrous love of Jesus and God's tender fatherhood. And until the soul has wings, Can leave all the secret things — This will keep the heart in quiet till the whole is understood. And be sure that words are weak ; 'Tis the Christian's life must speak. If he longs to have men listen to the good he has to say ; And if you would have some might To lead others to the light. Do honestly and joyfully the duty of each day. In this world too full of pain, 'Mid the selfish greed of gain, Only try to lift the burden from some shoulders that are tired, Having in you the Lord's mind. Be ye lowly, just, and kind. Though you fail to gain some treasures after which your hearts aspired. Know the Master does not ask The good servant at his task To explain the knotty questions that yet agitate the wise ; But He smiles and says. Well done, When love's victories are won, And the good man marches straightly to his home above the skies. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 263 PASSING PLEASURES. The summer glory shines On heathery moor and purple mountain slopes Like dawn of gladsome hopes : And yet the joy declines ! There is a touch of something on the vines, And trees and bushes, which shall steal away The golden glory of the flower-clad way. And bring at last the silence of the tomb. And chill of winter's gloom. r No scent of violet Is in the meadows now, no primrose pale Smiles in the darkening vale. And the grass, dewy wet. Has kept within its folds no spring-flowers yet ; Even the roses droop and hang their heads, "Or scatter petals on the changing beds. And a low, plaintive song is sung all day — Earth's fair things do not stay. The cuckoo's voice is still ; And though we listen in the leafy vale We hear no nightingale. Singing, with passion's thrill. Her pleading madrigal by stream or rill. And birds v/ho merrily of pleasure sang. The while the wild-woods budding branches rang, Have hushed their songs until another spring Again shall bid them sing. 264 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. And yet enough have we ! The golden com is waving in the sun, The harvest joy is won, And ever merrily Dance the glad waves of the sun-lighted sea. Why should we sigh because the violets fade, And the bright roses in the dust are laid ? We cannot keep for aye our precious things ; And those most dear have wings. God help us that 'tis so ! For even summer tells of change and death, And life is fleeting breath; Peace, love, and joy must go, ' And leave us soon in solitude and woe To see how cold and still the lips can be That in our spring-time blessed us fervently. We know how all things tender pass away. And only God will stay. It must be so, and yet We have our golden harvests, and some flowers To cheer autumnal hours' ; And though some suns may set, The Lord will not forsake us, nor forget. And He will give our meed of joy and love. And presently a summer home above, Where fading seasons are for ever past. And all our joys will last. SGNGS OF SUNSHINE. 265 THE. SUMMER'S FAREWELL. The summer-time is o'er, and we listen never more To the glad song of the bird as it sings among green trees ; For these merry friends have fled, and the leaves are brown and dead, And for zephyr notes we have but the wailings of the breeze. The summer-time is passed. Have we really looked our last At the joy-inspiring face of our bright and loving friend 'i Does she take her flowers away.' Oh ! can nothing make her stay ? And still wear her sunny robe till the year shall have its end ? She can make the whole world glad, but you see how white and sad Are the things she leaves behind as she passes from our sight : All the flowers seem turning faint, and the winds make low complaint. And the skies pour down their tears till the day is like the night. But never tear nor moan was strong enough alone To keep the one we loved at our side for evermore ; And although we held her fast, yet the summer at the last Would slip from out our arms, as she oft has done before. So we can but let her go, and remember in our woe That she will not take away all'the brightness from our days ; We shall not be quite bereft, we shall have some brave.flowers left, And the dark paths of the winter shall sometimes have sunny rays. The summer-time has gone, but we are not then forlorn, For the sunshine in our spirits will remain the winter through ; We'll forget the parting pain till our friend comes back again, And she then will find our hearts firm and loyal, strong and true. 266 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. And her absence shall but make labour sweeter, for love's sake, For 'tis not for such as we to sit down and idly rest ; Let the summer sunshine go, we have work to do below, And the God we love and serve can make winter bright and best. AUTUMN WINDS. They hurry forth from their hiding-place. Untamed, unchecked, and wild ; They strike the passer-by in the face. Then stay to caress a child ; They beat the boughs from the tall, strong trees, Then play with the lowly flowers. And strangely weird are the songs they sing Through the bright October hours. They sweep the clouds from the azure sky, And the twinkling stars shine forth ; They are warm and strong, and they fight the cold Back to its home in the North ; They lift the veil from the sun's bright face. And laugh in their noisy glee. When the trembling trees and the flying leaves Confess how great they be. They whistle shrilly around the house, And the boys obey the call. Then they pelt them merrily one by one With the apple-showers that fall ; They scatter nuts in the woodland ways. And they make the branches ring. While the birds in wonder hide away And listen while they sing. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 267 They make quick work of the yellow leaves That are dying a lingering death, They sweep them down with a mighty blast, And scatter them with a breath ; They help to bury them in their graves Below on the soddened ground. And they sing their requiem mournfully Where the branches bare abound. They spread their wings, and away they fly Over the startled waves. Which upward leap as in mad affright. Or plunge in the hidden caves ; They toss the ships in their giant arms, And then, when the people die. It seems that their furious might is spent, And they pass with a mournful sigh. But we know full well that the autumn winds. In playful or angry mood. Rush o'er the world at the Lord's behest. And their errand is one of good ; And wild as they are, they obey the King, And their strife and fury cease (Like all the storms and the wrath of earth) As soon as He whispers '' Peace." THE WEALTHY LAND. "The kings of the earth do bring their glory and honour into it." Through the dark November shadows comes to me a gUmpse of light. And my longing eyes, drawn thither, see the land of no more night, Where perpetual summer shineth, and about the great white throne Happy hosts are singing ever, " Victory through the Christ alone." 268 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. In that land of lasting sunshine are no fading flowers of earth, Only fragrant aramanthines and bright evergreens have birth ; And the song of praise and gladness that is filling the clear air Has no sighs to check its sweetness, for no thought of woe is there. None is poor who gains that country, for the wealth is gathered in From the centuries that slowly vanished in this world of sin ; All the greatness and the glory, strength of mind and wealth of soul. Are contributed to render that fair land so grandly whole. There they are. The light of genius burns within the " mansions " fair ; Bravest hearts that beat with courage and strong hands that wrought are there ; Lips made eloquent and fervent, artist fingers, poet hearts — All have found some higher service and are busied at their parts. Yet the lowly who shall venture through the gates in Jesus' name. Who have done no deeds of prowess, and whose words have won no fame, Shall receive an equal welcome. Children of the family Have a right to see the Father, though His weakest ones they be. So the happy home is filling. Each new hour of every day, From the fogs of earth's November some glad spirit steals away. Gaining with a thrill of pleasure woe and pain for joy and health, Leaving all distress and hunger for abundant, truest wealth. And a whisper floats among us, " Are you ready ? You shall come From the land where leaves are fading, to the eternal summer home." And we lift our eyes with pleading when we catch the welcome song— " We are ready ; oh, receive us in the fatherland ere long." SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 269 BROUGHT NEARER. They sighed for utter weariness ; their steps were weak and slow ; And must the burden of their life pursue where'er they go ? They cared not for the mountain glooms, nor the lights of sea and shore ; It seemed that they would laugh and sing for pleasure nevermore. They smiled with scorn at the noisy glee of the young upon the beach ; And said, " They, too, will have to leam the lessons life can teach ;" They scarcely spoke together but in angry tones of strife, For their love had faded with their youth, and left a joyless life. And yet, and yet, they missed the Miss that a strong, true love can bring, And they sometimes sighed in secret thought for its early vanishing ; They knew, though they would not own the truth, that the life is sad and vain. When two who dwell beneath one roof needs give the other pain. They sat one day in a shady place, and looked across the sea, Nor heeded two who rested near, with a joy that all could see ; But they heard the words that were whispered low, " When I am old and grey. Will your love for me be tender, dear, as I see it is to-day ? " The answer came, and it stirred the hearts of the two who over- heard, For their bright g^d youth came back again, brought by a whispered word ; And their eyes looked out as they had not done in the other's face for years. While the woman's filled with a strange sweet mist of pleading, hopeful tears. 270 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. " Oh, darling, do you love me yet ? Can the old joy come again ? We have lost much time, but a few bright months perchance for us remain — Shall we make them fair as we meant to do ? " Ah, the young were not more gay Than the two who found their joy, though late, on the summer holiday. HOME FROM WORK. Home from work when day is done, Pass the rapid, willing feet ; Home from work at set of sun. Go the toilers through the street, Each tired face becoming bright As it sees the soft home-light. Weary eyes that looked all day Where the busy hands have wrought, Now in leisure glance away. While the mind grows glad with thought, Seeing in the light and shade How serene God's world is made. Yet they have not laggard feet, These tired workers ; love impels ; They can hear while in the street Music sweet as Sabbath bells. And their dear ones' welcome Song Seems to urge their steps along. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 27 1 So they linger not outside, But pass through the friendly door, For they know with eventide All the toil and pain are o'er ; Home is bright at set of sun. Home is dear when work is done. Little children climb their knees. Wifely eyes look up with smiles. Loving spirits strive to please, Happy talk the time beguiles, And while darker grows the west Thankful hearts bless God for rest. Home from work when day is done, Pass we all with rapid feet, Home from work at set of sun. Till we gain the golden street — This shall be our lot at last When life's toiling-time is past. May God grant the joy to see The familiar portals shine. And our loved ones, long set free. Waiting in the light divine. So that all together blest In our Father's house may rest. NE WS. (2 Sam. i.) A HUNTED man, who feared the hunter's power. Rested from conflict. He had fought and won. And Amalek was slaughtered .; but his heart Was sad and fearful, as he thought of those 272 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Who on Gilboa met the mighty host Of the Phihstines. He had known long nights Of terror, hidden in the lonely caves While ruthless Saul had sought the fugitive With armies of brave men. He had known want And hunger : he had parted from his friends, And far from where the praises of his God Were sung in Zion, he had pined away In solitude and grief But not of this Thought he the while he waited for the news, But of a lowly boy who kept the sheep In Bethlehem's green fields, and of a friend, Who took the shepherd lad into his heart In fealty and love. He felt once more The thrilling touch of the old prophet's hands Anointing him for service. Then he thought Of slain Goliath, and the grateful king, Who opened wide the palace-home for him, And bade him dwell in peace. And as his mind Lingered upon these days he half forgot The jealousy of Saul, and thanked his God That when he saw his foe within the cave He did not take his life, but for the sake Of the good days of friendship that had passed He spared the king. But while he mused on these. There came a messenger whose clothes were rent And who had earth upon his head as one Who weeps for great disaster. David^s eyes Sought eagerly his face. " What news ? " he cried. And the man told a tale of sore defeat, And how the king had died by his own hand. And that the princes had been slain with him. Did David then rejoice that the king's crown Should rest upon his head ? And that at last The honour promised him so long ago Was his ? Nay ; love is strong, and David mourned For those whose faces he should see no more. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 273 " The mighty are fallen, the beauty is slain, Let not the Philistines rejoice o'er their gain ; Oh, keep the sad secret, and mourn for the dead. The mighty is fallen, in dust lies his head. '*Ye mounts of Gilboa, what dewdrops or rain Shall bring their refreshing upon you again .? For the valorous warriors have died with the day. And the shield of the mighty' has been cast away. " Oh ! daughters of Israel, weep for the slain ! The lovely and pleasant ones come not again : For Saul and my Jonathan, pleasant in life, Have departed together, and passed through the strife. "Jonathan, slain in high places wast thou, And the night- winds have beaten in wrath on thy brow ; The mighty are fallen, and I am distresse'd For my friend and my brother, the brave and the blessed. " Oh ! pleasant indeed hast thou been unto me. Thy love was more tender than woman's could be, And shall I not weep for thee .'' Sad was the day When the death-angel summoned my brother away." The king was dead, and David and his men Went unto Hebron. He, the faithful friend. Who loved forgiveness, and was true and strong. Was he not worthy of the kingly crown ? 18 274 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. LAST FLOWERS. Is it long, long ago since together we went To the brown, budding woods where the violets grew, And found, after search, to our joy and content, A few scented blossoms of bright purple hue ? It is long, long ago. We remember to-day How blue were the skies, and how keen was the air ; And we knew that the cuckoo was then on its way, And the nightingale soon would pour out its love-prayer. The world was expectant, and bright days of spring Brought the cowslips and primroses into the dell, And gladly we listened to hear the birds sing, When the buds on the trees were beginning to swell ; And soon all the hawthorns were robed in pure white. And bright apple-blossoms fell down like soft snow. And pleasant long days stole.the hours from the night. And we welcomed the summer in, long, long ago. Then the roses were bright on the hedges and trees. And the corn became golden when kissed by the sun," And the sea flashed its silver beams forth to the breeze. And we knew that the crown of the summer was won ; For the brave poppies lifted their faces that blushed, And the little heartsease peeped about it to see If the songs of the nightingales ever were hushed. Or the earth had a spot where the flowers might not be. But now, though we look 'mid the fern and the brake For the flowers we have loved, they are not to be seen ; For the fading-time came the sweet blossoms to take. And they died, though the land was yet covered with green. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 275 Oh ! sweet flowers of summer ! we give them regret, They have smiled on our joy and we gave them our love ; But we know, though they fade, there are brighter ones yet, That grow in our Father's fair garden above. And this, too, we know — as we journey along Over paths that are rough, beneath skies that are cold, He gives us the pleasures of flowers and of song, Agd hopes of the city whose stones are of gold. So we gather these blossoms, and hold them most dear. They shall solace our hearts till the spring comes again ; When the summer has passed, and the dark days are here, We shall know that these flowers will for ever remain. OCTOBER. When the parting hour is nearest Friends become to us the dearest. And we love the summer's fairness while she waits to say good-bye ; We respond in tones of sorrow, For we dread the dark to-morrow, When the sun shall shine no longer, and the grey is in the sky. t But we have some hours of pleasure Which we thankfully will treasure, While the gaysome flowers are blooming, and the grapes are on the vine ; For the forests still are ringing With sweet songs the birds are singing. And the light-flecked ferns and mosses smile whene'er the sun doth shine. 376 SONGS OF StJNSHINE. But the drooping of the sedges And the berries on the hedges, And the swaying of trees roseless, all proclaim the summer's death. In the woods the nuts are falling, The departing birds are calling, And the trees blush deeply crimson when they feel the North wind's breath. So we know that with the heather Will depart the summer weather, And the fogs of dull November shall come swiftly in the train ; And the flowers that will not grieve us, By the haste with which they leave us, Will have all their beauty stolen by the breezes and the rain. But we hail with right good cheer. The October of the year, For it has a charm that moves us, though it is the fading time ; And we love the changing leaves, Coming after harvest sheaves, And the breezes that make music ere the bells begin to chime. And we'll all be bright together, In the sunny autumn weather, For the God who sends the sunshine also sends the winds and showers ; Even winter brings no sadness Unto hearts o'er full of gladness. And our songs shall know no failing in the fading of the flowers. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 277 FADED LEAVES. "Give us graves ! We danced for pleasure in the joyous days of spring, We applauded the glad music of the birds with folded wing ; But we now are old and dying." So in plaintive notes they sing — Faded leaves. " Give us graves ! We gave you shelter when the sun burnt through the air, And we whispered our devotions when the breeze bore up your prayer. Give us pity ! Through the summer, what has made your earth- home fair. But the leaves ? " Give us graves ! We have known gladness, but we all have suffered pain. Mighty winds have rudely shaken, we were beaten by the rain ; Though we tried to bear up bravely, we succumb, and but remain Faded leaves. " All is over ; the bright glancing when the warm sun kissed our faces, All the beauty, and the laughter, and the pleasant airs and graces, And our dying, last petition is for quiet resting-places," Said the leaves. ■'AH is over ; the sad questions unto life which answered not. All the pleadings, and the sighings which make up our earthly lot. He who made us bids us perish. He, the Good, has not forgot Faded leaves." 278 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. So they die ! We look upon them, we, who never Autumn knew, But have found that with November some fresh sorrow sought us, too. And have buried, weeping softly, underneath some spreading yew, Faded leaves. And we find a pensive comfort in the mournful dirge they sing ; . We have had our days of brightness ; long ago we passed our spring ; And it needs that early winter with its chilling winds must bring Faded leaves. But the summer always follows, and the young leaves bud again. And God sends His blessed sunshine after darksome hours of pain. Let us spend these months in patience, shortly we shall look in vain For faded leaves. OCTOBER SEAS. But yesterday the sun lay on the sea, And gently kissed away its roughnesses, Until the laughing waves played merrily, And sang together low, sweet melodies ; And seemed so far removed from wind or storm That one could dream of summer, soft and warm. The day before the wind rose in its might. And lashed the waves and made the waters groan Until they towered aloft in awful height. Then sank in graves unquiet with a moan. And then arose again to strong, wild life, And took their part once more in fiercest strife. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 279 To-day the storm is quiet, and the sun Has shrouded his bright face in grey thick veils ; The skies, once gay, are clothed in robes of dun, And the sea's songs are changed to dismal wails ; The waves have quite forgotten all their mirth. And with dull, sullen blows they strike the earth. Our life is very like October seas ! We have our gladsome days of cheerful light, When flowers and songs and sunbeams join to please, And moon and stars shine through the tranquil night And hearts and voices all unite to raise To God on liigh a grateful song of praise. And there are times when life is one fierce fight, When foes are many and the strife is long ; And when we fain would struggle for the right. We are opposed by forces of the wrong ; And the storm roars as if it ne'er would cease Into a pleasant calm of light and peace. And then, anon, there is the dismal rain. Which falls upon our life and makes it sad ; And mists and fogs are thick, until again The sun shines forth, and all the scene is glad. And the grey clouds are swiftly driven away. And life is like a fair October day. But well we know that through our changeful lot That brings, alternately, the sun and shade. The Father, in His love, forgets us not. And we will trust Him still, nor be afraid. For all His days are good, and we shall stand At last within the heavenly summer land. 28o SONGS OF SUNSHINE. THE END OF A GOOD LIFE. (Deut. xxxiv. s.) The glory of the sunset touched his face, And his brave heart was filled with peaceful joy, Because, after his life's long day of busy toil, The rest hour gently came. The good old man, Who oft had seen the Father face to face, And knew the sweetness of the love of God, Had offered for himself his one last prayer. And been denied. In meek and childlike trust. As one who sinned and yet had been forgiven. He rested in the perfect will of God. But when the shadow thickened on the path. And the mysterious warning filled his soul, And by these signs he knew the end had come. He sang his last glad song of grateful praise. That all the elders of the tribes might hear. " Give ear, O ye heavens, and I will speak As the rain-drops fall when the dark clouds break ; I publish the name of the Lord Most High, Who liveth for ever, though frail man die. " Remember the days and the years of old. And the mercies of God by thy fathers told. In the desert land and the wilderness He found the hosts whom He meant to bless, And the places high, and the good estate He gave to him who was desolate. " Oh, do not forget Him, thy God, thy strength. Who has brought thee near to thy land at length ; SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 28 1 Oh, do not forget Him, but speak His praise, Who blesses, crowns, and prolongs thy days, But set thy hearts unto all His words, Oh, happy people who are the Lord's ! " And in the self-same day, God spake to him : " Go, get thee up into Mount Abarim, And see the land to which My people go ; But thou shalt die to-day upon the mount, Thou shalt not enter in and see the vines, Nor rest beneath the cedars and the palms,- Nor hear the birds sing happy madrigals, In the good land of plenty and of peace." Moses complained not. God would aye do well His servant knew. He did but stay to speak Some blessing words, and then prepared to go. " God bless His people ! I may not stand In the fertile fields of the promised land ; But I think of the day when the tribes repair To the Holy Place for their praise and prayer. And God shall bless them with good increase, And fill their hearts with His sacred peace. " Let Reuben live, and he shall not die, And his friends be with him continually. Let Judah's hands be enough for him. And Levi shine nor his light be dim. And the Lord's beloved be safe alway, Since God shall cover him all the day. " Let Joseph sing of the precious things. Of the lasting hills, and the sheltering wings. And Zebulun rejoice with song. And Issachar the strain prolong. And Gad, and Dan, and Naphtali, And Asher praise the Lord Most High. 282 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. " Oh, Israel, none is like to thee ! Oh, land of hght, where the Lord shall be ! He is thy Refuge, His arms are thine. He giveth thee riches of corn and wine ; And He is the King who shall fight for thee. Oh, Israel, fair shall thy future be ! " Then with a last fond look upon the hosts Whom he so long had loved and led, he turned And climbed the mountain. There he saw the land And did he weep ? I think he was so glad To take his place upon the fairer heights Of the celestial country, and to rest with God, That when he felt His mouth upon his own, Moses the leader died for very joy ! THE REAPERS. Merrily working from dawn to dark. See how the reapers toil ! A bountiful harvest is in the fields Where lately they ploughed the soil ; The corn is waving for joy of life. And gladly the reapers come. And they sharpen their sickles, and bending low, They hasten the harvest home. They are slaying the poppies with ruthless hands, As they cut the ripe corn down ; And the stubble covers the broad, bare fields Instead of the golden crown ; But the reapers are gathering grains of life With each cut of the bright, keen blade : And bread for the winter is in the ears That low at their feet are laid. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 283 Good speed to the reapers ! They need not care For the bright-hued flowers that die, For the scarlet colours, and fair blue tints, That prone on" the dark ground lie ; They have higher duties and nobler work Than to stay for the hindering flowers, And the golden grain shall be garnered soon. As guerdon for toiling hours. Good speed to the reapers ! Their merry songs Steal up through the morning's calm. And their cheery voices are in the lanes. At the time of the even-psalm. They take their rest with a quiet heart. Thinking of labour done : They will rise again with a right good will And reap with to-morrow's sun. Good speed to the reapers ! I watch them work, And think of my crop to reap ; 'Tis a wealthy harvest, I well might rise And labour while others sleep ; But I cared too much for the flowers that grow Nor thought enough of the grain ; I will go and work in my fields of corn. Toiling and getting gain. Good speed to the reapers ! An eager band Of sowers went forth to sow, 'Tis the harvest time, and they come again To the fields where the brown ears grow. And I soon shall be bringing my harvest home. In the autumn that yet shall be, For God, who is kind to the feeble ones. Has promised this joy to me. 234 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. OUR DWELLING PLACE. How rapidly through all the mist and rain, That fill the street, men hasten home to-night ! The day is long for labour, and tired heads Think with a thrill of pleasure of the rest That Cometh soon. Even the while their eyes Look down on growing fabric, they can see Another picture of a glowing fire And well-spread table, and a smiling face That waits to give them welcome. Or if books Employ their hours they see within the page The merry children stopping from their play To listen for the loved and well-known step Along the hall. If among loud machines The day is passed, there is an undertone Of soft, low music heard near eventide Within the soul, that tells of coming joy, And charms away the weariness and care From heart and brow. And when the hour has come, That like the curfew rings for happy rest, And like the vesper chimes to bring the soul To prayer and praise, how soon the books are shut, The tools thrown down, the noises made to cease. And the glad toilers, from their labour freed, Go quickly to the homes that all the day Have sweetly called them ! Do they mind the cold? The keen discomfort of the chilly streets ? The pitiless encounter with the rain .'' The frowning skies, and the unfriendly wind ? Or do they stay to quarrel with the crowd SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 285 That elbows them ? Or linger to complain ? Oh, wiser they ! They do but hasten on Until the home is gained ! They lose no time, But reach the door and pass into the light, And smile their greetings to dear household bands, And lose all care in ministries of love. So dear are earthly hohies, so strong and safe And full of rest, for Thou hast made them so, God of our fathers ! And we bless Thy love For all the light and joy they hold for us, The toilers and the wanderers. But more We thank Thee that we dare look up and say. Thou art our dwelling-place, our fortress strong, And unto Thee we constantly resort. The winter of our life, with winds and storms. Has beaten on us, but through all the day The prelude has been sounding in our hearts, And in the eventide we sing to Thee : — " We are coming home, for the day is done, Gone is the light of the fitful sun, The toils are over, the tasks complete. The mists are filling the dreary street ; And now we are longing for joy and rest, For the love of our Father to make us blest. And wheresoever Thy children be O Lord, they are coming home to Thee. " We are coming home through the driving rain. We are bending low 'neath a weight of pain, The world has wearied us all to-day, And at even we gladly haste away ; Oh, sweet to the tired is the warm home-light. And we watch for its glimmer amid the night. We are hurrying home where our dear ones be, O Lord, we are coming home to Thee. 286 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. " We are coming home. We have fought our foes, With only a thought of the night's repose, The battle was very severe and long, But now we are singing the victor's song, We shall rest, and softly the shadows creep, And the weary need not to stay and weep, For calm and deep shall our slumbers be Since home we are coming, Lord, to Thee. " We are coming home, and the hastening feet Are heard through the noise of the busy street. Our hearts are glad in the twilight dim, We sing in rapture our vesper hymn ; We are not afraid of the last long night. We shall look in Thy face, for our dawning light. We shall have our heaven when Thee we see ; Thou art our home and we come to Thee." A MESSAGE FROM THE SEA. 'They see Jesus walking on the sea. He saith unto them, ' It is I ; be not afraid. ' " The old scene comes to us to-day ! We by the iwaves are seeking rest. And gladly watch the water's play. And note the changes on its breast. And as we see the shadows meet In minglings soft of sea and sky, We fain would hear the whisper sweet, " Be not afraid ; 'tis I." SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 287 And life is like a sea again ! And lo ! we hear these words oi love, We, tossed about in grief and pain, Receive them from the heights above ; Though rolling thunder rends the air. Though darkness falls where sunlight played. We hear, responsive to our prayer, " 'Tis I ; be not afraid." And when again the sea is calm, And balmy airs caress our face. And all things join in praiseful psalm. Because they know the Father's grace, Lest we should fear the joy to take. And in mistrust should seek the shade, We are made happy for His sake. Who says, " Be not afraid." And when the big white waves are curled. When winds are fierce and tempests long. When the storm banners are unfurled. And the destroyer shrieks his song. Then, bringing quiet with His voice. He speaks and we are not dismayed. But trembling hearts for love rejoice, He says, " Be not afraid." Sometimes the mist is on the sea. We cannot tell where lies the land. And we are drifting helplessly Toward some unknown, unlighted strand ; But He, amid the unrest and doubt. Proclaims Himself a Saviour nigh. And fear and darkness are cast out •- " Be not afraid : 'tis I." SONGS OF SUNSHINE. O Christ, our Master, Life, and Light, It is enough if Thou wilt stay ; We will not fear the darkest night. Nor the hot beams of glaring day ; Be with us still in weal and woe, Until the gloaming fills the sky, And let us hear, where'er we go, " Be not afraid ; 'tis L" MET AGAIN. " Will you come ? " (The youths and maidens brought ashore the little boat.) " On this calm, sunlighted water it is joy to be afloat ; You can help us with our singing ; we will choose your favourite hymn, And you need not fear the danger ; we could save you : I can swim." But she shook her head, replying, " I am idle, I will stay ,In the little cove beyond us, and will watch you sail away. And so wait for your returning, resting, reading as I please ; I have come too near the evening to desire to brave the seas." So with laughing words they left her, and she sought a pleasant nook. Gracious solace for the lonely is a bright, well-written book. " They are happier without me, they the blithe of heart and gay. They are kindly, but they do not need a woman turning grey. " They are in Ufe's merry morning, but with me 'tis afternoon ; I can see the shadows creeping, and the eventide comes soon. Ah ! the day is quickly over ; but I am not therefore sad, Little has the world around me that can make my spirit glad ! " SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 289 Then the woman's face grew graver, for she thought of by-gone years, Thought until her eyes were darkened by a mist of falling tears, Thought of far-away fair summers, when, a lover by her side, She received as meet the praises that are lavished on a bride. But a whisper came between them, and her heart grew hot with rage; In a fit of youthful passion she had caused a joyless age ! For her lover scorned and left her for the bitter words she said, And she did not see him after. Now white hairs were on her head. Oh ! perhaps 'twas little wonder that her eyes were filled with tears. As she sat in the cliffs' shadow and remembered dreary years ; But a hope arose within her : " God is merciful. He may Give the joy that I have longed for ere I pass from earth away. " And if not, the bliss of pardon which the Saviour makes so- sweet, Will perhaps be mine for ever when at last we two shall meet Where the old ills are forgotten, and the old regret and pain From the purer life shall vanish while the love shall aye remain." So the woman in her musings looked across the smiling sea. And it seemed to give the promise of a better life to be. Then the tumult of her spirit died away and she was calm, As she softly sang within her some old words of trustful psalm. Then an object threw a shadow on the grass about her feet, And her glance was quickly lifted, but a stranger's face to meet. Yet, was he indeed a stranger ? She had seen him long ago, And the sudden recognition flushed her face with youthful glow. 19 290 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Then she bowed her head with sorrow. Had the meeting come too late ? But he spoke in gentle accents, " Dear, my life is desolate ; Shall the quarrel be forgotten ? Shall we two make love again, And so brighten for each other the life's years that yet remain ? " So the sequel of the story may be guessed. The boat returned, And the merry youths and maidens in the woman's face discerned The great glory of a pleasure that had come when hope had fled, " All our youthful merry-making is not like that joy ^^ they said. A PRAYER FOR THE TIMES. (written during the late war.) There's a terrible sound of a fierce death-rattle Coming o'er acres of golden com. The cries of men who are slain in battle. The shrieks of widow-hearts left forlorn. God, send the morn ! Be not silent when men are calling. And earth is darkened by sin and wrong. King of the nations, before Thee falling. We groan in spirit, O Lord, how long ? How long? There is awful carnage. The burning village Sends its smoke to Thy peaceful skies. And men, like demons, grow mad for pillage. And fiercely laugh at their victims' cries. O God, arise ! Come to the world that is sad and bleeding, To hearts that in sobbing forget their song. To a torn and desolate country, needing A God for Helper. O Lord, how long .' How long } SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 29I We have been saying, The times are better, Light and sweetness have blessed the earth, The hand is eager to break the fetter, The heart is longing to prove Love's worth Since Peace had birth. And lo ! we have shame instead of glory, And terrible pictures of crime and wrong, And our faces bum as we hear the story Of sin and horror ! O Lord, how long ? How long ? We have had hope that the world was stealing. Surely if silently nearer Thee, Bending its head to Thy hand of healing, Lifting eyes upward Thy face to see ; But it cannot be ! How shall we own these men as brothers. Whose deeds of horror before us throng.'' ?Iow have hope of this land or others. When earth is groaning for sin and wrong .■' How long ? God of patience, we stand and wonder, With hearts indignant and flashing eyes : Shall not the wicked be rent asunder, And fire come down from the opening skies ? O God, arise ! Thou canst punish the mad offender ; Do we not know that Thine arm is strong ? Yet forgive us and make us tender The while we murmur, O Lord, how long ? How long ? Help us to pray to Thee, God our Father, Not for vengeance, but for Thy peace ; Let the day come when we all shall gather. Knowing Thy kingdom has great increase, And war shall cease. ig — 2 292 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Our hearts are sad for the shot and rattle, The cries of hate, and the warriors' song ; King of nations, oh, end the battle. And let right come from the awful wrong. O Lord, how long.? THE LOVE OF JESUS. " When He had heard, therefore, that Lazarus was sick, He abode two days still in the same place where He was." Had I been there, as neighbours dwell, I would have said that day, " And have you sent to tell the Lord ? Then He will not delay. Already He is on the road, and we may look for Him, PerhapS' — ^for He will swiftly come — before the day is dim ; Mary, when the gloaming falls, and the red hues paint the west. Your home shall be a sanctuary, for Christ shall make it blest." And then I would have often looked adown the darkening street. And waited, with hushed heart and breath, for the quick tread of His feet, And (for my fancy or my faith would surely paint His face) 1 would have breathed glad words of hope, and lighted up the place. I know the Master, and I know He cannot hear unmoved The pleading message of sad hearts, which love Him and are loved. But what I should have said to them, during His strange delay. And how have checked their questionings, I am ashamed to say ; I could not counsel patient hope to Martha's eager heart. Nor comfort the sad, quiet one who choose the better part ; I should myself in fretful haste have asked, " Can He thus love. And yet His wondrous tenderness by silent absence prove .? " SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 293 But if I had, when Jesus came, and I had seen His face, And marked His quiet might of love. His sweetness and His grace, I should have known my gloomy doubts had wronged the faithful Lord, I would have owned my fault before the Master spoke a word, And, kneeling at His feet, have said, " O Christ, Thy love is great, Thou wilt not fail Thy loving ones although Thou comest late." And should I thus have spoken then .■' And what words have I now? I boast my knowledge of the King, my fealty I vow ; But still He tries His faithful ones with painful, strange delays ; And do I bear them patiently, and always sing His praise ? I bend my head for very shame ; I cannot doubt His love, And yet I grieve Him by my tears when He my trust would prove. But life has taught me day by day how great His tenderness ; He sometimes keeps us hoping, but He cannot fail to bless ; He waits and watches, but at last He comes right royally. To heal the sick, to raise the dead, and set the captive free. And since I know the Master thus, and His great love to me, I will be quiet and content until His heaven I see. THE FATHER. '• He that hath seen Me hath seen the Father."— Jesus. Why do the children fear Him ? They know not the loving heart Of Jehovah the great and mighty In which they have each a part. 294 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. They dream that He speaks Uke thunder, That a dark frown veils His face, They shrink from His look of lightning When they come to the meeting- place. How little they know the Father ! But the Son they have seen and known. Did He speak to the people roughly ? And had He a heart of stone ? Did He punish the least transgressions ? Did He utter the word Forgiven ? And was He not known to promise A place He prepared in heaven ? Once, the faces were white with hunger Which He saw in a listening crowd. Was it nothing to Him .'' His pity Spread over them like a cloud ; He fed them while they were resting, He blessed them when they were sad, And they went to their homes at even With hearts that were calm and glad. They brought Him a sinful woman, He knew she was desolate, He joined not the hard intruders Who were panting with rage and hate. " Neither do I condemn thee ; Go thou and sin no more," Gently He said ; and the woman Knew that her grief was o'er. A leper, alone and homeless. Pressed to His side one day ; Did the Master spurn and blame him, Bidding him haste away ? SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 295 Nay, laying His hand upon him, " Thou shalt be clean,'' He said ; And happy, whole, and forgiven. The man on his bright way sped. And so did He love all people That He gave His life for His foes. They crowned Him with thorns and mocked Him, But He patiently bore His woes. He died desiring them greatly And praying for them at last. Can they doubt the love of the Master When they think of the solemn past ? And He had the Father's spirit, He was the Father's word. Oh, why should the children fear Him When they listen to Christ the Lord ? Closely we press toward Him Till we lean on His sheltering breast. Can we fear the Almighty Father Who giveth us love and rest ? A SUNDA Y FROM HOME. The winds chant solemn litanies ; And rippling waters of the lake In undertones responses make To the prayer-sighs amid the trees. 296 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. The purple mountains stretch away Into grey clouds ; and crags and heights Have mystic shadows, and fair lights Spread o'er them on this quiet day. So deep the silence reigning round, There scarcely is a song of bird Or human voice in converse heard, Or any old familiar sound : Only the waters, and the winds. And the glad leaves that dance and play, Keeping perpetual holiday, Make melodies of sweetest kinds. It is a spot to sit and dream Of perfect love and joyous heaven. And states wherein no hearts are riven. Where comforts stay and pleasures gleam. It is a place to think of Him Who walked upon the tossing sea, And on the shores of Galilee Brightened the lives that had been dim ; Who loved the mountain solitude. And breathed the fields' refreshing air. And spent the solemn nights in prayer, And went about in doing good ; Who comes to each sequestered place To-day, till lonely hearts rejoice In the great comfort of His voice, And the revealings of His face. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 297 And SO, although no psalm is heard, Nor preacher's sermon teaches us, * We yet may reach the Master thus, While by His name our hearts are stirred. We meet Him on the green hill-side, We see His face behind the cloud, And hear His voice far from the crowd. And feel Him where the waters glide. And gladly, strangers in the west. We join the psalm and litanies Of rippling waves and whispering trees And bless Him for this time of rest. VIOLETS IN NOVEMBER. When the brown leaves fall in showers And no sunbeams light the hours, But the fog is lying thickly in the field and in the street ; When the autumn winds are sad. And the earth in mourning clad Has no smiles of joy nor comfort, — whence can come the violets sweet "i Like a miracle they come, When the birds of spring are dumb, And they bring a pleasant vision of green nooks and mossy dells, And they steal away the gloom From the early darkening room. For the story is all cheery which each purple blossom tells. 398 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Do the violets forget » That the land is dull and wet ? That the sunny days are over, and the winter hastens near ? That the winds are sharp and keen Round the homes where they have been ? That most flowers have long since faded from the land too cold and drear ? Nay ; they had a happier lot, For in some secluded spot, Where a friendly shelter hid them from the rough October blast, They have flourished, though alone. And the purple flowers have shown That some early blessings linger though the summer-time is past. And they have a word to say On this dull November day, Unto whomsoever looks at them with loving, watchful eyes : " In the darkest time, God's love Sends some token from above. That His children may be comforted and grow, through patience, wise. " These are links that come between Times of joy that once have been And another spring's fair brightness that is yet so far away, And the winter is but brief. And all sorrow has relief, And some joy is always present to meek hearts that wait and pray." SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 299 "/ WILL NEVER LEAVE THEE." Came to me in early days, Ere I entered life's thick maze, A low voice that spoke to me Of a heart's fidelity, And amid my childhood's play Often stole my thoughts away, As like blessing-music fell Words that now I know so well, " I will never leave thee." Since that day how frequently They have come again to me ! When I stood on mountain heights Happy in the morning lights. Or within the shadowy vale When the skies grew cold and pale ; When. the flowers in clouds sprang up, And I drank of pleasure's cup. Or when faded leaves were spread O'er my path, the voice still said, " I will never leave thee." Times have been when tempests beat. And I suffered great defeat ; When loved comrades fell away. Till it seemed that none would stay ; But amid the storm's wild rush There has come a solemn hush Over life's too-troubled sea. For a Friend has s^id to me " I will never leave thee.' 300 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Now and then my days have been Brilliant in a sunny scene, And, content with pleasures near, I have felt the world most dear ; But to keep my heart at rest On the highest and the best. Lest I clung too fast to earth, He has whispered through the mirth, " I will never leave thee." What can come of grief or song While I pace the path along That shall cause His words to fail.' Nay, they always must prevail ; Be the future what it may, There is light to cheer the way. And my heart shall know not fear, While at every step I hear, " I will never leave thee." Now the shadows longer grow. And the day of life below, Drawing to a speedy close, Brings the hour of still repose. Shall I dread the gloaming ? Nay. Through the mists I see a ray. And Christ's voice, not loud, but deep. Whispers as I fall asleep, " I will never leave thee." SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 3°! A BLIND MAN'S STORY. (John ix. 25.)" My life was one long night without a star ! It knew no sunrise, had no opal tints Flushing the eastern skies, nor any light Of mid-day glory. I was ever dark, And had no hope that there was dawn for me. I did not always know how much I missed, But sometimes, when a little laughing child. Sitting awhile within my mother's arms, I heard strange sadness in her tones' of love. Which made me long to look upon her face. And see the tears I learned to wipe away. I played with other children near the mount. And heard the breezes in the olive-trees. And smelled the sweetness of the summer flowers. And dreamed of beauty which I never saw. I crept away to feel the glad warm sun In the fair streets of our Jerusalem, And waited near the Temple, where the sounds Of rapturous hymns of praise stole on my ears, And then the tears would come into my eyes In sorrow for my blindness. " Can you see ? " I used to ask my mother. " Are the priests Pacing with reverent steps the house of God, And looking from the altar to the skies ? And do they say that God is very good ? Then why can I not see as others do ? " 302 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. I pained my mother with these question-words, And when her sobs alone could answer me, , I grew more silent, waiting till the years Should teach me. But the sluggish years passed on. And did not tell me all I longed to know. They brought to me new sorrow. All around I heard the blessed sounds of happy toil. I knew men laboured and were paid by gain ; I knew the world was full of tasks prepared For busy hands ; but I had nought to do : My hands were idle, for my eyes were blind ; And I was useless, when I fain would be A helper of my brethren. So I lived. Mourning my manhood with its wasted years. Yet hoping for no change, but in the grave. I heard men talking as they passed me by Of One whose name was Jesus. Frequently They told strange things about Him. He had come. Some said, to reign as King upon the earth. And make new laws for nations. Others laughed In deep contempt and scorn, and spoke of Him As an impostor, and a Nazarene. I listened to their speeches curiously, And sometimes thought if I had not been blind I would have seen this Jesus for myself ! I sat one day beside the Temple gates. And heard the noisy stones which strong men hurled. And knew that Christ had come. Stern things He said Unto the Scribes and Pharisees ; and they, Kindling with anger, stirred the crowd to strife. I heard their cries of rage. " Where is He now ? '' " He has escaped us." " Let us look for Him ; " And then the tumult died away in peace. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 303 I waited, listening eagerly for more, And heard the fall of footsteps in the court, And felt that strangers watched me. Then one said, " He has been blind from birth. Whose sin is it, His parents' or his own ? " And then I heard A voice that filled my soul with strange sweet awe — " Not for his own, nor for his parents' sin. But that in him the wondrous works of God Should be made manifest." Oh, voice of love ! It drew me nearer to the Speaker's side, That I might lose no word of all He said. " I work the works of Him that sent Me here While it is day : night comes when none can work. I am the Light of all the waiting world That sits in darkness." As He spake the words I lifted up my sightless eyes to Him In piteous pleading. Would He understand ? I felt at once that He could make me see If He would touch me with His healing hand Or speak one word of power. He made me feel How merciful He was. He touched my eyes. And spread clay-ointment on them. Then He said " Go to Siloam, wash thee in the pool." 304 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Oh ! can I ever tell how glad I was ! It was not yet the dawning, but I knew The night was nearly over. With quick steps I passed along, and through the city's gates In swift obedience. He had sent me there Who was the Lord of life ; and presently I should behold the very face of Christ, And thank Him for His goodness. Soon I came Unto the water. With great eagerness I bathed my eyes in the cool, cleansing wave, And lo ! I saw ! The water in the sun Sparkled like silver. Dancing, light-kissed leaves Turned their bright faces to me. Painted flowers Came to caress my hands. The birds I knew By their familiar voices looked at me. The caves among the rocks opened blank eyes For me to gaze in. And the blue, blue skies Seemed to drop blessings on me where I stood In rapture such as words can never tell. I looked around, and wondered. But my heart Craved for the Saviour who had given me light. And so I left the fountain-music near. And all the strange new beauties that I saw, And went to look for Him, but found Him not. The neighbours came around me. Were they glad ? I saw no pleasure in their wondering eyes ; And when I told them Christ had made me see, They took me to the Pharisees. I told My story sjmply. They with angry words Denounced the Saviour. Who was He, they cried. Who did not keep the holy Sabbath-day, But a great sinner who offended God ? SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 305 Others declared He did not sinful works. Some said, " He is a prophet." No one seemed Glad in my joy ! but the sweet Sabbath hours Were filled with clamour. Then my parents came. I looked into my mother's frightened eyes, And saw my father bend his face to me. And then the people questioned them, and asked How I the blind was able now to see. They could not tell them. Then again the Jews Bewildered me with questions. Who was He ? What had He done for me that I could see .' I told them once again, and as I spake My heart instructed me. He was the Lord, The great Messiah, come to save us all. I found no answer to their mocking words. But knew I had been blind, and nowcould see. And a great hope arose within my soul That they who questioned me would worship Him And be His true disciples. But my words Angered them greatly, and they cast me out As one too wicked for the synagogue, And called me His disciple. Was I that .' Would He consent that I should follow Him ? I could not tell. But presently the Lord Came to me where I was, and spoke to me. I looked the thanks that filled my bounding heart, I could not utter them, they were too deep, But He could read them. " Hast thou faith in Me ? " He asked me gently. 20 306 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. " Who art Thou, O Lord?" I cried, and all my soul went out to Him, For now I knew Him as the Son of God, And worshipped Him with reverence and with joy. And so He changed my night to cloudless day, And I was happy ! But 'tis passing strange That you should still be blind ! Oh, come to Him, And He your eyes will open, till you see The full forgiveness in His glorious face. And His fair city, new Jerusalem ! THE BELOVED OF THE LORD. ' The beloved of the Lord shall dwell in safety by Him, and the Lord shall cover him all the day long, and he shall dwell between His shoulders." " I WONDER if /am the Lord's beloved," Said one, in a trembling voice ; "My heart cries out for Him evermore, For He makes the sad rejoice. I should like to sit at the Master's feet, He would cover me all day long, And life would pass like a summer's day. Spending itself in song." " I wonder if / am the Lord's beloved. But the darkness is in my face, I do not live in the light of love. Nor dwell in the Saviour's grace. The joy of my spirit is gone afar. The light of my hope is dim. It is not thus the beloved are, Who in safety dwell by Him." SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 307 " I wonder if / am the Lord's beloved," Said one in a wistful tone ; " Would He leave me thus in the thickest strife, Facing the fight alone ? I cannot conquer, my arm is weak, And I stand in the midst of foes ; But the Master's presence would quell them all With a whisper of calm repose." " Oh, make me one of the Lord's beloved," 'Twas a cry went up to heaven ; " I have wandered far from my Father's house, But I long to be forgiven. Would He take me back in my feebleness, If I ventured to come to Him, Though my heart is broken by sore distress, And my eyes with tears are dim .' " An answer came to the pleading men, " Ye are all the Lord's beloved. He cannot look on your sin and woe, And His heart remain unmoved. He loves you, cares for you, died for you. He will not His own forsake ; You have but to trust Him and come to Him, And be glad for His mercy's sake." So the message came to this world of sin, And whenever its sound was heard. By a hope that never was born of earth. The spirits of men were stirred. The timid, weary, and wandering ones The grace of the Father proved ; And each one found, to his heart's content. That he was the Lord's beloved. 3C^ SONGS OF SUNSHINE. IN THE GLOAMING. " Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness." — PAUL. In the times far back and olden Came an evening soft and golden, When a tired head sought its pillow, and a tired heart longed for rest ; When the warrior heard no rattle Of the foemen fierce in battle, For repose that follows victory had settled on his breast. Oh, this evening brought such gladness That the former care and sadness, The long passage through rough waters that his shrinking eyes had seen, The full cup of bitter sorrows, All the fear of dark to-morrows, And the anguish of the spirit, were as if they had not been. For he knew that far behind him Were the chains that used to bind him. And the woes that made him feeble in the long, unequal fight ; And a comrade was beside him, Strong and tender, who would guide him Through the shadows of the evening to the land of perfect light. Now his face to heaven was turning. And his glad eyes were discerning The fair city in the distance, where the conqueror should be crowned, And he thought how friends departed. Strong, and faithful, and true-hearted, Would be near with loving welcome — words to make his joys abound. SONGS OF SUNSHINE, 309 But the best of all the pleasure, The one rapture without measure, Would be given to the disciple, when he saw the Master's face ; And for this his heart was longing, And he saw the angels thronging Round the gates of pearl, wide open, of his Father's fair home- place. So he waited, uncomplaining. He a king, though not yet reigning, And at length he saw a seraph, who in joyful haste came down ; And in gladness undiminished, With a life-course fully finished, He arose, the faithful victor, and received the promised crown. So may we who read the story Of the servant's life and glory, Make his mighty faith, and courage, and fidelity our own ; And the shadows as they lengthen In our evening will but strengthen The sure hope that we shall meet him at the last before the throne. STORM PRAYERS. Once, long ago, the skies grew dark, over loved Galilee, The angry winds blew o'er the waves, and stirred the little sea ; And a small vessel gliding there, became so tempest-tost. That the men's hearts grew still with dread, for they thought that all was lost. But wearied by His Father's work, the Saviour rested there ; So tired He was, so deep His sleep, that the thunder in the air Did not disturb His sweet repose, but He slept amid it all. And only woke when on His ears broke the disciples' call. 310 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. They prayed Him with impassioned words : " Carest Thou not ? " they said. " We perish in the storm's wild night : lo ! we are sore afraid ; Lord, save us." And He heard the cry, and bade the wind to cease, And on the ruffled sea there stole the blessed calm of peace. Oh, many times since that far day, the cry has gone to Him From men bewildered by the storm, whose eyes of faith were dim ; And many times His love has been their shelter in the blast, And the wild wind has died away, and the rough storm has passed. Why should we be afraid to-day ? The storm-clouds gather near. But those who know the Master's power need never yield to fear ; He seems to sleep, the tempest breaks, but if His children cry. He answers them in loving tones, " Be not afraid ; 'tis I." 'Tis sweet to see the April flowers, that bloom in vale and grove, For they tell us pleasant stories of the Father's tender love ; But the storms that force the heartfelt prayer that God will not forget, And draw peace-blessings down to us, bring deeper gladness yet. SHORTENING DAYS. Still the summer beauty lingers, Azure skies look down and smile. Gorgeous flowers blaze forth their brightness, Merry birds the hours beguile ; Still the sea is flashing silver. And the white waves kiss the beach, And the meadow lands are lovely Far as searching eyes can reach. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 3' I Yet the heart finds something wanting That it had amid the spring, Something hopeful, glad, and buoyant, Which had passed on rapid wing ; For the year is growing older, Days of youth have quickly fled, And the violets and cowslips Are among the treasures dead. And the day gets tired so early. That it cannot labour long ; Soon the light fades into twilight. And 'tis time for evensong ; And the shadows spread and darken. Till the quiet of the night Hushes all the earth to slumber, And to dreams of deep delight. In the forest there are whispers Which are felt as well as heard. When the leaf-hosts on the tree-tops By the gathering winds are stirred ; And the whisper is a message-^ " Nothing bright on earth can last. The glad summer time is going. And will soon be with the past." Is it then a mournful warning ? Nay, for when the heart is sad, The grave beauty of the autumn Comforts it, and makes it glad ; Summer does but hasten onward The sure joy of harvest days. When the fields are crowned with plenty And the land is filled with praise. 312 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. And the early evenings promise To the waiting soul its rest ; Though the summer has its fadings, That which looks like death is best ; And although our days are shortening, And the spring's bright joy is past. We are waiting for the country Where the summers always last. TWO SUNSETS. Have you seen the day die slowly in its robe of golden light. While on darkening wings of evening came the solemn hours of night ? Have you seen the opal sunset strangely dye the western skies. And the day sink down in silence as the shining stars arise .■' So I watched it one fair evening in the autumn of the year, When the ripened corn was carried, and' the leaves were growing sere ; All the clouds were gold and crimson as they hung about the sun. But the deep blue skies above me seemed to smile that work was done. Faintly stirred the gentle breezes as they moved across the sea. And my heart was glad and quiet as a soul on earth can be. For I thought how very sweetly all the storm and noise can cease, When our God who gives the daylight bids the evening bring us peace. But to-day I saw a sunset that has stirred my spirit more Than has any bright day's fading that I ever saw before ; For a good man passed to heaven as the sun went slowly down, And another Christian soldier bent to take the promised crown. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 313 All his life's day passed in tumult ; he was ever in the fight, For his brave strong heart was eager for the triumph of the right, And his sword was always ready, and his hand was always swift To destroy the burden-maker, and the burdens aye to lift. But he grew a little weary as the eventide drew nigh, And he turned to smile upon us when he found that .he might die, For he had the worker's longing for his meed of precious rest. And he knew, though earth was pleasant, yet his Father's house was best. Oh, if I could tell the story, all your fears of night would cease ' There was nothing in that chamber but the blessed dawn of peace, And the golden light that touched him but revealed a shining face That had caught the glow of heaven ere it saw the lovely place. So whatever golden sunsets there remain for me to see, I shall always think of this one in that home beside the sea ! Do you tell me that the closing of a life is like the night ? Nay, the Christian's hour of dying is the dawn of perfect light. BARE TREES. Poverty-stricken, and gaunt they stand. Dotted about o'er the hard, brown land. Stripped of their beauty, they moan and sigh To the pitiless breeze as it rushes by. Leafless, forsaken, of song bereft. They are like a life with no pleasure left. Beautiful ever, though stripped and bare, Are the trees that are planted everywhere ; 314 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Winter's best beauty belongs to them, To their giant trunk and feathery stem, And they bravely stand in the silent wood, Like a patient life that is nobly good. They seem to be hopeful, these stricken trees ; And to keep in their bosoms glad promises ; To know that the weeks as they pass will bring The bursting buds of the genial spring. So they wait for the time of life and song. Like a patient heart that through hope is strong. Well would it be if our human life. Stripped by trouble and torn by strife, Shaken by every passing breeze, Could be calm and true as the naked trees, Spreading itself to the summer's light. Yet waiting in hope through the winter's night. God, whose lessons are everywhere. Let us see Thy word in the branches bare ; May we learn to be hopeful when storms are high, And be still and strong 'neath a wintry sky, Knowing that even the winds shall bring The plenteous leaves of the happy spring. THE WOMAN WHO WAS A SINNER. I ROSE with the swift sun, and saw the light Steal lovingly across our Hermon's slopes. And touch the dewy eyelids of the flowers, And woo the birds from out their downy nests. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 31 5 I heard the opening anthems of the dawn. The low, soft sigh-notes of the tender-trees, The pleasant trill of Kishon's rippling waves, And the full anthems of all singing things. I neither sang nor smiled. I was so sad, That the great discord in my troubled heart Disturbed the world's sweet harmony of song ; And sparkling waters and the dancing leaves Seemed but to mock the tempest of my grief. I could not laugh away the merry hours, I could not rest in luxury and ease, I scarcely dare lift up my eyes to heaven. Nor with my soiled fingers touch the flowers. For I had learned the sinfulness of sin. I had not always known how black I was. But Christ had looked at me, and in His eyes I read the story of my wasted life. The look had haunted me. I saw it still. It shone from out the shadows of the night, And its accusing silence chilled my heart Amid the busy bustle of the day. I thought of it that morning as I watched The strong sun send away the clasping mists From Tabor's heights, and, thinking, strangely longed To see it in the face of Christ once more. I saw it yet again that day. He came Along the sun-dried road with weary feet To Nain. I saw Him meet a mourning crowd, And give the widowed heart her son again. I heard Him speaking to the friends of John, And saw His miracles of healing wrought On many a suflferer. Then I heard Him speak Grave words of warning. But when these were said. He lifted up His voice in praiseful prayer. 3l6 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. And, looking on the multitude, His face Lighted with tenderness the while He spake As none could speak beside Him, " Come to Me, And take My yoke upon you, and your souls Shall have My peace for ever." As he passed, I tried to ask Him with my pleading eyes If His compassion had included me. But when I sought to look upon His face My sinfulness rose up and shut Him out. And yet I could not tear myself away. I kept Him in my sight, and once, made bold By the impelling love-tide of my soul, I bought a box of ointment as a gift. If 1 should dare present it. All the day I followed Him half-fearing, yet I felt The bliss of hope that blossomed in my breast, Whene'er He seemed to draw me with His eyes. But I was not content. I wanted more, And dared to pray to my offended God To teach me how to find my way to Christ. I knew that He could make me white as snow, I knew that He could fill my aching heart With plenteousness of love. And I so longed For peace and pardon that I could but press Near as I might unto the Holiest's side, And hope for His forgiveness. Day wore on. But every hour was filled with works of love, And every minute some kind, gentle word Dropped from the Saviour's lips. At length He came To Simon's house. And then my transient hope Died out in disappointment. 'Twas no place SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 317 For sinners such as I. The Pharisee Would drive me from his presence, and the throng, Who knew my guilt, pelt me with words and stones If I should enter. So I tried awhile To keep outside. And yet I could not stay. I grew so hungry for the Master's voice, I thirsted for the sweetness of His smile. And wearied so for tokens of His grace. That presently I entered with the rest. And dared to creep beside Him. Did He spurn The lowly sinner craving for His love ? He smiled to see me enter. Did He turn His sacred face away ? He looked at me In infinite compassion, till my heart Went out to Him in such deep thankfulness That but repenting tears and anguished sobs Could utter what I felt. He sat at meat. And I pressed nearer to Him. I forgot The certain scorn of the unpitying crowd. And only cared to be where Jesus was, And only longed to listen to His voice, And only felt the same roof cover us, — Him the all-holy, me the most defiled. I dared not recollect how bold I was ; I could not think of anything but Him ; And as the wondrous moments flew away, My tears fell faster far. I cannot tell What drew me to the very feet of Christ ; But there I found myself In tenderness Of love and grief I bent above the feet So weary with their travels o'er the hills. So swift to bear the Saviour to the lost, 3l8 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. And washed them with my tears. He did not chide My eager faith. How shall I dare to tell The boldness of my love ? I bent my face Towards His sacred feet, and with my hair I wiped away my tears that fell on them, And pressed my trembling lips in one long kiss Upon them. Then I thought upon my gift, . And broke the alabaster bos;, and poured The ointment on the feet of Christ my Lord. My Lord ? Yes, mine ! I heard the Master speak To the unuttered thoughts in Simon's breast. I pitied Simon. He had slighted Christ, And had not known my bliss of serving Him, And Jesus spoke to him of certain debts ; r scarcely understood the words He said, Until I heard my name, and then I found That I had not displeased the gracious King, But that the expression of my venturous faith Had given Him joy. Oh ! wonderful it seemed, That for the very greatness of my love My great sins were forgiven ! But so it was. The Master turned to me, and gently spake. I raised my wistful face to meet His eyes, And the Redeemer thrilled me with the words, " Thy sins are pardoned, thou art saved by faith : Go in My ways of peace for evermore." The morn was full of turbulence and woe, The eventide brought utter peace and rest ; I passed away into my new, glad life, Pardoned and clean. Henceforth the happy world Listened to no more rapturous song than mine. For I had found the Saviour. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 319 Oh ! crushed hearts, That beat beside me, why not come to Him ? He loveth me ; He will not say you nay, Since I, the guilty, dare to call Him mine. I tell you none who come in faith to Him Shall pass away unblessed and unforgiven. He is among us still. He calleth you Who labour and are heavy-laden. Come, Oh, come to Him, and He will give you peace. THE BEAUTY OF THE KING. "Thine eyes shall see the King in His beauty." So they told her when the shadows crept about her where she lay. And the swiftly falling even closed life's little working day, And her eyes grew bright with pleasure as she saw the wooing shore Of the land where sickness comes not and the people weep no more. All the time she had been busy she would often stop to sing Of the majesty, the glory, and the sweetness of the King ; And no loving hands might hold her, when the Master called her near To the sunshine of His presence from the darkness that is here. Mourning hearts were pleading for her through the lingering Sabbath hours — Was not winter coming quickly.? Must she die as died the flowers ? 320 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. But their prayers were weak to keep her, for her heart was , in the heaven Where the King had gone before her, where the white robes should be given. Not a tear she shed at parting, for she longed at length to know All the beauty of the Master which she only guessed below ; And how gladly did she hasten through the thick November sleet To the land of perfect brightness, and her home at Jesus' feet. Now she sees the Face she longed for, and she knows herself forgiven All the sin and care and weakness that once kept her from her heaven ; She has told Him all the story of her love, and He has spread Gentle hands of blessing o'er her, and her heart is comforted. We remain a little longer : very far off is the land Where the friends we loved are gathered in a joyous perfect band ; But our solace in our absence is the hymn that we shall sing When our eyes shall rest for ever on the beauty of the King. A NEW PATH. " Ye have not been this way heretofore.' I WAIT at the entrance, peering. But the way that I needs must go Is by thickening fog-clouds hidden, And covered by shrouds of snow. I see not the signals " Danger," Where the ice-crusts are but thin ; Nor the banks of the turbid water Whence many have fallen in. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 321 I say, as I look, and wonder, Will the journey be short or long ? Can the air, that is keen at starting, Be filled with the summer song ? Does the way that is now snow-covered Lead on through the woodlands green. Where the birds shall be making music. And the' smiling flowers be seen ? Shall I tread it with dear companions. Whom I fondly call my own ? Or shall I be taken from them To go on my way alone ? Shall I sing as I march on gladly, Meeting delight and gain, Or take as my comrades daily, Sorrow, and loss, and pain ? r know not, and all my guessing Cannot the path reveal, For the gates of the way are fastened, And sealed with my Father's seal. Till He shall unlock them for me, It is not for me to know What scenes there are softly waiting In the journey I have to go. He knows, and I walk with gladness. Though the skies shall be bright or dim, I am not afraid of the dangers In the road that I tread with Him. I will go where His voice shall bid me. For His children to Him are dear. And I know that His love will lead me Through the paths of each strange new year. 21 322 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. DARK NIGHTS. You say they are swiftly coming, The nights that are dark and drear ; I am not afraid of their shadows, I care not for winter near : The Hghts shall burn brightly always, And my home shall be gay with song, And glad with the children's faces — Shall I care though the nights are long ? You say that tlie path before me Leads down into deepest gloom, Uncheered by the merry skylark. Or the flowers when they richly bloom ; But I know I shall find some brightness, A glimmer of sun or star ; And so I will go on gladly To the ways where the dark shades are. You say that the world is dreary, But it shall not be so to me ; I will look for the brightest places Wherever they chance to be : And though there must come a winter I will hope for the future spring, When the sun shall the darkness scatter. And flowers o'er the meadows fling. And the life that is still before me — Do you think it is like the night ? 1 know that the stars are shining, And the dim way leads to light ; SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 323 No mountain shall e'er deter me, No valley shall make me wait, I will steadily aye press forward. Till I stand at the golden gate. So the nights, when the lamps are lighted, And the darkness is deep and long, When the room is filled with the singing Of the children's joyous song. Shall be to me like a figure Of my life in this world of care. Which shall ever be bright with praises And quiet with trustful prayer. For I know that my Father maketh The night that is still and deep. Not to sadden His children's spirits, But to give them His blessed sleep ; And so I will trust my Father Till the winter has passed away ; I shall live in a land of sunlight. Away from the night, some day. THE FATHER'S PROMISES. Never thought of care can come. Throwing shadows o'er my home, But God's Word lights up the way With a more than noontide's ray ; And I read, in letters golden. Many a promise, strong and olden. 21- 324 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. " Fear not. Sparrows never fall, But your Father knoweth all ; He who gives them daily food, Satisfies His own with good." Never comes an hour of pain, But, for sorrows that remain. Comes a healing word to me Of a land beyond the sea, Where afflictions, that are grievous, At the very shore shall leave us, And we all, by death made strong, Shall be jubilant with song ; And I find fresh patience brought To my spirit by the thought. When I stand with timid feet Where the uncertain cross-ways meet, And in shadows of the night Cannot guess which road is right ; When I shrink in hesitation From new scenes of desolation, Comes the strengthening word to me, " Lo, I always am with thee." And, while songs my lips employ, I go on my course with joy. When the duties of the day Roughly steal my strength away, And the tasks I have to do Are not easy, are not few, Then, to make my courage stronger And my hope to last the longer. Comes the Master, with His grace And the shining of His face. And I gladly do my best. Till He sends the hour of rest. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 325 So, whate'er the lot may be Which the Father sends to me, Never am I comfortless With His Word to aid and bless , And, while He His help is bringing, I will cheer the way with singing, Till, by His unchanging love, I shall reach His home above. And, while bending at His feet, Find the promises complete. IN THE HUSH. "He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still : then are they glad because they be quiet : so He bringeth them unto their desired haven.*' The world's wild tumult was about my ears. And summer songs had changed to wailings deep ; It seemed that all the sorrows of the years Stole to my side, and banished rest and sleep ; And there arose from out the crowded street The endless clatterings of tongues and feet. The angry winds stirred up the waves to strife. And the o'erwhelming waters towered like hills. And made a picture of the restless life That cries in anguish for the Voice that stills ; And in the struggle I myself had part. For that I saw was also in my heart. 326 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. But One came to me, and His step was slow ; His face was moved with pity for my grief; He was my Friend and Helper long ago, And now His hands were stretched to my relief, And yet He did but softly whisper " Peace," To make the tumult and the discord cease. The storm sank down in silence instantly, The rushing waves were hushed to sunny cahn. And from the silvered surface of the sea There floated to the shore a thankful psalm ; And I, made glad, filled the clear air with song. And found the haven I had sought so long. It seemed of all God's gifts the greatest came That day when He gave quiet ; for the rush Passed like a dream, and all things spoke His name. And waited for His voice in the deep hush ; And He came near, so near, 'twas almost given To taste the sweetness of the joy in heaven. And, in the hush, the Father said to me, " Child, though the storm distresses, it is well Amid the strife and tumult thus to be. And hear and feel the water's rush and swell ; 'Tis not alone the time of light and song, But of wild winds that makes the trees grow strong. " And there is need for thee to stand and wait. While tempests beat, and seas like mountains rise, To see the world about thee desolate, Till, in the stress, thy spirit seeks the skies, And learns that earth, with all its wild unrest, Is not the home where thou art truly blest." SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 327 THE MASTER'S WATCH. " He saw them toiling in rowing." — St. Mark. " He seemed lilce unto one upon tlie shore of a stormy sea covered with mists and darlcness, who peereth into the night if perchance he may descry the ship wherein his friends sail tempest-tossed ; even so did Jesus look forward into that which was to come, for our sakes." — Philochristus. Toiling in rowing, they were one day, Though friends of the Master and dearly loved ; Near to His heart indeed were they, And His tender compassion He often proved ; But the seas where they sailed were not always calm. With a silver surface and tranquil psalm. The billows' voices were loud and strong, The winds shrieked wildly, as mad with flight ; It seemed that death sang a triumph-song As sure of his prey on that awful night ; And the timid disciples, with courage gone, Felt forsaken and weak and lone. And the Master watched them ! In solitude, With none beside Him upon the shore. In quiet sorrow the Saviour stood. And looking the foaming waters o'er, He saw, not only that storm-lashed sea. But the fiercer tempests yet to be. He saw His children amid the strife. Their frantic efforts and hopeless mien. And, looking out upon human life. Saw many a gloomier, sadder scene. And the awful seas through which they come Who sail in hope to the heavenly home. 328 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Can He deliver ? And does He care For the sinking hearts of the timid men ? Does He hear the hasty, impassioned prayer Of those scarce able to pray again ? We know from what Jesus did that night In what deeds of mercy He takes delight. Still toiling in rowing His scholars were, With the contrary wind yet wild and strong, When they saw the face of the Master there. And heard His voice like a soothing song, " Be not afraid ; be of good cheer." Could they help it as soon as the Lord was near ? He entered the ship, and the waves were still, The wind sank down to a whispering breeze, The morning gladness touched rock and hill. And the flowers smiled sweetly the King to please, ' While the Lord's disciples stepped on shore With their love increasing more and more. Did it really happen so long ago ? It all comes over again to-day ! We are out on the ocean of strife and woe. And our hearts are filled with a sad dismay ; But One is watching upon the shore As kind and strong as in days of yore. And He sees again, as He saw that night. Though winds blow ever, and seas are rough. He is the Master, and has the right To save when the grief has been long enough ; And we need not fear, but when storms are nigh. He will say to us, " Fear not ; 'tis I." SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 3^9 THE HOUSE OF GOD. ' Blessed are they that dwell in Thy house : they will be still praising Thee.' Where is Thy house, O Father ? Where the restful pilgrims wait, Bringing their gifts of gladness Into the temple gate ; Where the joy and triumph linger, And the voice of happy song, And the lowly prayer and pleading Ring through the whole day long. Where is Thy house, O Father ? Where the poor and needy meet. And see, for their strength and comfort, The face of the King most sweet ; Where they hasten to cry Hosanna, And the children swell the sound. And reverence, faith, and fealty. In humble hearts abound. Where is Thy house, O Father ? Ah ! the echoes reach us yet Of the ransomed crowds in heaven Whom we do not here forget ; In Thy house they are dwelling safely, And they see Thee day and night. For, with sin and sorrow over, They walk with Thee in white. That is Thy house, our Father, And the children dwell at home ; The wanderers have gathered. And they nevermore shall roam. 33° SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Within the walls of sapphire, Safe from all storm of wrong, They gladly sing for ever In the new victorious song. How should they not be praising ? They could not silent be Who see the great King's beauty Beside the crystal sea ; Who comprehend His patience, And His faithfulness and love, Who rest, with the conflict over, In their Father's house above. But are these alone Thy dwellings, O Father of us all? There are some who, sick and lonely. Lie where the shadows fall ; They cannot join the anthems Of thine earthly temple choir ; And they only know Thy heaven In the dreams of their desire. And yet we all are blessed ! In our Father's house we dwell. Though we stay in humble earth-homes. Nor yet heaven's rapture tell ; For we know that He is with us. We can speak to Him in prayer, And we will still be praising. For God's house is everywhere. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 331 THE BLESSING OF NAPHTALI. "And of Naphtali he said, O Naphtali, satisfied with favour, and full with the blessing of the Lord : possess thou the west and the south." — Deut. xxxiii. 23. He had enough already. A cup filled to the brim Had the great God of his fathers held lovingly to him : The morning brought contentment and the evening brought its wealth, And the day was bright with pleasure, and his heart with joy and health. So satisfied with favour, what more could he desire ? Yet the fulness of God's blessing would raise his triumph higher ; He was the Lord's belov6d, no foe could do him wrong, And his life passed like the sweetness of a glad thanksgiving son But the Father's love of giving was not yet satisfied ; For Naphtali earth-treasures had been scattered far and wide. And he must go and gather, and he must fight and win, And God would make him prosper if he would enter in. O fearful heart, take courage, for the King would have you know Of a happy secret hidden in these words of long ago : Because you have the blessing, do you think that all is given, And your gifts of love have emptied the great treasury of heaven ? You look for rain to-morrow since the sun has shone to-day ; Because some flowers are gathered, will no others light your way ? If satisfied with favour, is there no more love in store ? Oh, know that God has promised he who hath shall have still more 332 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. He has an Indian summer, though the first fair roses die ; And golden stars unnumbered, though some bright ones deck the sky : And tender hearts to love you, and fair faces not yet seen, And some blessings that are greater than His greatest yet have been. Then hope in Him for ever, and go gladly to the south, And let the true heart-praises for His goodness fill your mouth ; Then trustingly go forward to the gloaming in the west. For the last and best of blessings is His benison of rest. GOD'S GIFT. ' The heaven, even the heavens, are the Lord's : but the earth hath He given to the children of men." — PSALM cxv. i6. It is fair in morning light. It is beautiful at night ; It is gay with summer flowers, It is white in winter hours ; It has grave, grand mountain glooms, It has meadows bright with blooms, Azure skies and fields of green, Purple hills and vales between ; Such the gift of God to men. Do they ever Render back the gift again, And thank the Giver ? It is vocal with sweet sounds, Music everywhere abounds ; Multitudes of happy birds. Warble their mysterious words ; SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 333 Wild winds sing low litanies, Breezes play sweet symphonies ; And the waves in monotones Sigh their secrets to the stones ; All things speak the Father's love. Do men ever Let their voices rise above, And praise the Giver ? It has rivers fringed with flowers. It has evergreen, cool bowers ; It has nooks of moss and fern. It has many a gushing burn ; It has open, breathing spaces. It has " quiet resting places ; " Bright banks where the violets grow, Deep glens where the waters flow, — Such the world that God has given. Do men ever Strive to make it like His heaven. And thank the Giver ? Sadly do they spoil its beauty By their lack of love and duty. Lo ! some fields in blood are dyed. And men's hearts in hate and pride Live to torture one another. Seeing not the friend and brother Of the Father's family. Some are slaves that should be free ; Some choose darkness and not light ; And they never See God's will and do the right. Or bless the Giver. Some make discords evermore, Where sweet music reigned before ; 334 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. And the world is filled with noises Of loud cursings by harsh voices, With sad women's heart-wrung sighs, And the children's piteous cries. So earth's wanderers by throngs Give to God no thankful songs, Take His gifts of joy and good ; Yet they never Let these make them glad or good. Nor thank the Giver. So it is ! And yet there be Multitudes which thankfully See His works by sea and shore. And the Father-hand adore ; And their voices are not still. But from valley and from hill, From full home, and crowded street, Wheresoe'er the people meet, ■ Rise the songs God's children sing. Tiring never. Till the worlds with praises ring Of Him the Giver. A STORY OF THE SEA. 'TWAS a time of strife and tumult. All the winds went out that night. And they lashed the shuddering waters Till they rose in maddened might, SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 335 Seething, hissing, sighing, roaring, As in war with deadliest foes, The vexed billows raged in fury Till the sullen morning rose. There were cries, "Bring out the life-boat, For a ship is in distress. Hark ! the minute-gun is booming. Through the mist towards the Ness. Though the winds are strong and mighty, We will brave the storm again, Forth go we to fight the billows. And God speed the life-boat men." " Ready ! " " Ready ! " came the answers ; And with faces sternly set. As in resolute endurance, Which had never failed them yet. Went the brave, true men together. Strong to help and glad to save ; And they had not hearts of cowards Who thus dared to face that wave. Soon they launched the life-boat safely. And they toiled for very life. Out upon the awful waters, In the midst of death-like strife ; " Shall we ever do it ? " cried they. In strange voices full of pain ; But the others answered boldly, " Are we not the life-boat men ? " Toiling, rowing, almost fainting, They have reached the vessel's side. And a cry of joy goes heavenward. They are saved who must have died 336 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Had not brave men come to save them Now, " Oh, keep her still afloat While the men and boys are lowered, One by one into the boat." But one man, afraid to venture. Hesitates, and counts the cost ; " Oh, make haste ! " they cry beseeching, " Hasten, or we all are lost." Still the man starts back in horror. And the sailors shout once more, " Are you coming ? " yet he lingers — And the boat makes for the shore. Springing o'er the hills of waters. Nobly rides the life-boat on, But the men are scarcely thinking Of the dozen lives well-won ; They are mourning for that other — Can they leave him there to die ? Ah ! to that endangered vessel Turns in sorrow many an eye. On the shore the people waiting Send the men a hearty cheer ; " God be thanked ! " they tell each other, " The good boat is drawing near;" Eager hands are stretched to help them. Tearful eyes their faces see. And the neighbours say together, " Ah, how brave our men can be." But the boatmen tell their story, And their faces all grow grave. " One man left alone to perish ! Surely not while we can save." SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 337 But the men are tired and strengthless, And they dare not face again, All unaided, the fierce- dangers Of the angry, awful main. " I will go." One strong and fearless Steps from the excited crowd ; But a woman, clinging to him. Prays him in tones deep, not loud, " Do not go for love of heaven ! " But he turns, and quietly Says, " It is for heaven, my darling, That I brave the angry sea." Then they go. Ah, heaven is nearer So perchance. The treacherous wave Has no mercy. They are buried There within the deep sea grave. But they wear the crown of glory. They had learnt the Saviour's love. For they died in helping others. And they see His face above. THE BLIND GIRL'S SONG. She lifted her mild eyes that were dark with shades of night ; A smile was on her lips, and her face grew strangely bright : It seemed as if she saw as we could not Christ the King, And we felt Him drawing near as we gladly heard her sing. This the song that trembled forth, while our eyes with tears were dim, " Oh, rest ye in the Lord, and wait patiently for Him." 22 338 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. We all had need to learn that sweet lesson of content, Though we were in gleeful mood, and on festive joys intent, For some danger lurking near, some sorrow half-concealed, Some softly stifled sigh, our unrest or grief revealed ; But the blind girl's song was sweet, and might well our hope inspire — " Oh, rest, and He will give to thee thy heart's desire." Was she singing to herself? Ah, to face that darkened life Must have cost her bitter tears, some self-battles and wild strife. Did she count the victory won? Had the Healer cured the pam But there were some signs of grief that must evermore remain, Yet her heart had found repose, and her joy-draught touched the brim. For she rested in the Lord, waiting patiently for Him. Our faith grew clear and strong as we heard the singer's voice ; Though days be dark and drear we may in God rejoice. His sorrows come in love ; His mercy makes us glad, And even in griefs night we are not wholly sad ; We will raise the blind girl's song whene'er our life is dim, " Oh, rest in the Lord ; wait patiently for Him.'' God sanctify the song and the gentle singer bless, Give her light amid the dark, and good meed of happiness. May she aye have cause for joy till she joins the blissful band Of the harpers with their harps in the sunny summer land ; When she still will rest in Him, but need not wait patiently, For the Christ is ever near, and all eyes His beauty see. We thank Him that meanwhile we have heard her trustful song, For our hearts were sad and lone, and the night was over long ; But this God-speed gives us strength, we will sing along the way. Till the shadows shall give place to a bright, unending day, And the tender, sweet refrain shall be heard in moments dim, " Oh, rest in the Lord ; wait patiently for Him." SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 339 JAIRUS. The daylight faded from the purple hills, And the black herald-shadows of the night Crept through the synagogue. Then I arose, For I was weary of the toil of day. And longed for home and brightness. I had been With the grave rulers seeking for the right In a disputed case, until my head Grew pained and dizzy, and my heart was sad. But when the night had come we came away, And whispered the peace-blessing unto each ; Then turned our steps to where the lamps were lit In our bright, happy homes. I longed for mine, For I had left within it my one pearl, Dearer to me than wealth, or fame, or life — My only daughter. As I paced the street I thought how eagerly she watched for me, And how with sparkling eyes, and smile-wreathed lips. And cheeks that glowed with pleasure, she would haste To bid me welcome. Even as I walked I longed to feel the pressure of her arms And her pure kisses on my dusky cheek ; And so I hastened on. She was not there ! She did not come to greet me at the door ; I did not hear her merry voice in song ; I could not find the light of her dear eyes, And all the house was darkened. Where was she .' A nameless terror crept into my heart, An icy coldness made my limbs to shake. And then I sought her chamber. One swift glance Into the mother's face and toward the bed 340 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Revealed the dreadful secret. In the day . The fell foe Pain had come and laid his hand Upon my darling. She was smitten down By the harsh stroke, and lay in helplessness, Distressed and suffering ! " Is she so sick ? But she will know her father. Dearest, see, I have some jewels for you ; presently You shall arise, and bind them in your hair. Speak to me, my beloved, one little word. And I will bless you." But a glassy stare Was all my answer. Then I turned away In fierce rebuke. " Oh ! why have you not sent For the physician ? If he come not soon, The child may die.'' " He has been here since noon,' The mother made reply ; and her changed voice Told me her heart was breaking. All that night We watched together, and the dreary hours Were long as days ; for as they wore away The cold death-dew stood on our daughter's brow. The little strength she had was overcome, And the grey shadow touched her mouth and eyes With dread significance. Then suddenly 1 thought upon the Christ. " If He would come And only touch her, she might be made whole." I spake the word aloud, and as I spake My faith grew stronger. " I will go and see. She can but die ; but if men tell the truth, Jesus will come and heal her." " Is it so?" The mother cried. " Oh, hasten thou to Him, And if He bring our daughter back to life, I never more will close my heart to Him." SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 34I The crimson sunrise flooded the still street When I went forth upon my eager search. I could not find the Saviour. Time was lost, And time was precious. Earnestly I prayed I might not be too late, and ere hope died From my weak heart, the crowds were all about, And busy day began. " It is too late ! " Fear said to Faith. But Faith replied, " Be strong and wait." At last one said to me, " Jesus is taking meat in Levi's house." 1 waited not to hear their bitter words, But hastened to the Master, and fell down And worshipped at His feet. " O Lord," I cried, " My little daughter lieth at the point Of death. I pray Thee lay Thy hands on her That so she may be healed, and she shall live." And Jesus rose and followed me at once. I felt as if my feet must run along The homeward way. Had I not brought the Lord ? But as we went a mighty surging crowd Encompassed Him about, and in the throng A trembling woman came and touched the hem Of the Redeemer's garment. As I looked. Her face grew radiant with a thankful joy, And I should have been glad but that I thought Of my poor darling. " He will be too late ! " Dirge-like the words kept ringing in my mind, And I would fain have grasped His sacred hand And hastened Him with me. It was too late ! For while He spake the words, " Go thou in peace," And filled the woman's heart with grateful joy, My hope died out in darkness. She was dead, i My own, my only one, and life henceforth Would be but desolation. Little need Had I to hear the news my servant brought : I saw the trembling lip, the tearful eye. 342 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. That told me all before he said to me, " Why troublest thou the Master any more ? Thy daughter now is dead ! " I too had died For very grief of soul ; but Jesus heard, And stilled my sorrow with His blessed words, " Fear not ; only believe, and she shall be Made whole.' He sent away the hind'ring crowd. And with the three disciples hastened on Until we gained my home. Then on my ears Burst the loud wailing of the weeping friends And mourning minstrels, and my sinking heart Turned from the mother's sobs. But Christ was there. And how could death and sorrow brave His eyes .' '' Why make ye this ado, and weep ? " said He. " The damsel is not dead ; she does but sleep." And then with stinging scorn and unbelief The mourners laughed at Him ; for she was dead. With grave, rebukeful eyes He sent them forth. And said to me and to the mother, " Come To where the maid is lying." So we went Into the awful room, and stood around The snowy bed on which our daughter lay. 1 could not look upon her, yet I saw The blue-veiled eyes, the unresponding mouth, The rigid, death-bound limbs. How still she lay ! How strangely hushed we were ! We scarcely breathed. Only the mother lifted up her eyes In awe and wonder to the face of Christ. Then, in the aching stillness of the room, The Master stooped and took the dead, white hand Within His own. " Maiden, I say to thee Arise," He gently said. And at His word The faint rose colour touched the marble cheek. The eyelids were unsealed, and the parched lips SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 343 Parted to smile thanksgiving to the Lord. Oh, could it be .' Was it some happy dream Come to us in the visions of the night ? Would it not pass and leave us empty still .' Nay ! while the frightened blood forsook our face, And we were dazed with brilliancy of joy, She walked towards us. Then, indeed, we knew How good the Lord had been, and shed such tears As we shall surely weep in His fair heaven For its exceeding bliss, ere He shall come And wipe them all away. We looked our thanks From eyes half-blind with love. But Jesus smiled, And calmed our spirits into quietness. " The child is hungry ; give her food," He said, And then He left our darling in our anus, And took His way among the waiting crowd. Ah ! men may call Him Nazarene, and latigh His holy words to scorn. We know Him now : He is the one Messiah sent from God, The only Saviour of the dying world ; He is the Resurrection and the Life, And He shall one day waken all the dead. 344 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. THE CAPTIVITY OF ISRAEL. " If ye will hearken, ye shall be at peace ; '' So said the Father. " I have loved you long, And yet ye will not make your sins to cease, Nor come to Me with gifts or loving song. Ye chose your way, and it will bring you where No pity bends to your impassioned prayer." And then the prophets came. They spake with tears Of all the evils that would surely fall -\fter the gross idolatry of years. While Satan kept the unfaithful hearts in thrall. Unless the people turned them to His feet, With signs of earnest penitence most meet. Their ears were deaf ; they would not heed the word. Their hearts were hard ; they were not moved by love. They did rebel ; and, turning from their Lord, They sold for naught their heritage above ; They worshipped other gods, and sought to live Without the blessings God alone could gi\e. And so He made them lose the land they had. Their cities were destroyed, and they were sent As exiles where no temple made them glad, And joy came not to cheer their banishment. A stranger among strangers, where, with tears. They might lament the sins of their past years. Oh, Thou who knowest all Thy children do, We pray Thee keep us faithful unto Thee ! Help us Thy law to love, Thy will pursue, Until, at last. Thy glorious face we see. Be Thou our Friend and Father evermore. Until the wish and power to siil are o'er. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 345 THE INDIAN FAMINE. A CRY comes over the scorching plains, An echoed cry of the anguished pains Of men and brothers, who, smitten sore By the pangs of hunger, can bear no more. But, lying prone by the hot roadside, Die with each morning and evening tide. There are mothers who hold to their failing breast The babes whose wailings at last have rest ; There are little children, who fainting fall. With scarcely strength on their God to call ; There are vigorous men, who have tried to fight. But perish before the famine's might. The fields are barren, there is no store Of the rice that befriended them heretofore ; The fierce sun shone on the burning plain ; And no help came at the cry for rain ; So the huts are empty, the homes are bare. And the shrieks of agony rend the air. But in happy England the harvest song From the yellow stubble is borne along ; The merry reapers at early morn Begin to gather the golden corn, And the food-wealth richly the storehouse fills. For it grew on the watered English hills. Shall we keep our plenty while they still want ? Shall we hear them cry and no succour grant ? 346 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Shall we heap up wealth in our selfishness, Nor our Indian brothers help to bless ? God teach us better and make us glad To feed the hungry and cheer the sad. They have made us rich with their wealth before, And they shall be sharers in all our store ; Gold shall go to them over the waves, And the love and healing that always saves. And they shall know that He counts us one Who is Father of all, and whose will is done. THE CLOSE OF A LETTER. (2 Timothy iv.) The pen is resting in the writer's hand. The task is almost done, the conflict o'er ; The aged head is bent in plaintive thought. And the strong heart is filled with longing love. If he could see the face of his dear " son " Once more before he dies ! And as he thinks Of the brave courage in the young m.an's soul. And the swift feet and hands that joy to work Of him whom he has trained, his heart is glad. And he will rouse himself, and write for him His words of counsel. With a prayer to God That He would shut away the memory Of Nero's cruel face, and the sharp gleam Of that fell axe which soon shall flash for hiin. The aged Paul bends o'er the parchment scroll, And .finishes his letter. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 347 •'Therefore, know, I charge thee before God and Christ the Judge, Do faithfully thy work. Go, preach the \Vord ; Be instant, and reprove, rebuke, e.xhort With doctrine and long-suffering. The time Will come when they shall heap up teachers false, But be thou watchful and enduring still. Behold me, I am ready, and the time Of my departure is at hand. The fight Is good that I have fought ; the faith is kept ; My course is finished, and henceforth for me There is a crown of righteousness which Christ Shall give me at that day ; nor me alone. But also thou, and even all who love And watch for His appearing. " Timothy, Be diligent, and shortly come to me. For I am lonely. Demas loved the world And has forsaken me, and only Luke Remains. I left my cloak in summer-time At Troas, bring it with thee and the books. The cell is cold, and I have need of light. Oh, come to me. No man stood by my side When I was taken by the soldiery To Nero ; notwithstanding He for whom I live and die stood near and strengthened mc, And from the lion's mouth He kept my soul. So He shall keep me from all evil work, And bring me to His heavenly kingdom soon. Now unto Him be glory evermore. Amen." And is the letter finished cjuite ? A postscript must be added : Loving words To Prisca, and Aquila, and the rest. And then once more the plea, " Be diligent 348 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. And come before the winter. And the Lord Jesus, the Christ, be with thee evermore. Amen." The noble Hfe-work of the man Is finished now. The pen is laid aside, The' words are written. There shall be for him A few preliminary hours of rest. And then the fatal stroke ! And he will find That to depart and be with Christ the Lord Is indeed better. ROUND THE FIRE. LllTLE ones, come nearer yet. Fogs and frost and snow forget ; Do not heed the wintry wind. Draw the curtains, drop the blind. Come and hear a merry tale. How King Love did once prevail Over might and hate and wrong. After, join us in our song ; For we all are gay to-night. And the fire is warm and bright. Fathers, mothers, lay aside Work and worry, scatter wide Sombre thoughts of harder times. Listen to the Christmas chimes, Steal an hour for glad repose. Warm your faces, toast your toes ; Let hope come and kiss your eyes. Let Faith's teachings make you wise. Like our winter fire be bright, And trust God for all to-night. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 349 To the warmest corner, there, Come, dear people, with white hair. Mother-eyes made dim by tears, Father-faces seamed by years. Ah ! your thoughts will wander back O'er the past's well-beaten track ; But we hear your voices say,- " God has led us all the way. And has made the pathway bright As the fire that burns to-night." All come closer to the fire ! What can thankful hearts desire Of the Father-God above. More than warmth and light and love ? True, we cannot all be here. For we miss some faces dear ; But nor time nor space can part Friends of leal and faithful heart, And we pray for them to-night, In our firelight warm and bright. Red lips smile and faces glow, Of the cold we little know ; But we think of some outside. Who by no warm fires may hide. And in pity haste to take Aid to them for Jesus' sake. He has left the poor that we May their friends and helpers be ; Let us light for them to-night Fires to warm them, big and bright. One stands waiting at the door. We have seen Jits face before. Strong and tender, sad and sweet. Who will rise the Lord to greet ? Who will say, with strong desire— From this rest-place by the fire : 350 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. " Jesus, come, with us abide, Tarry with us, not outside. For all homes and hearts are bright, Wlien Thou stayest through the night.' THE LOSS OF THE EURYDICE. There was a sudden squall, and to our gaze The white snow-flakes looked like a swarm of bees In violent battle. " This is like March days," We said ; for soon the brilliant sunset glow Lighted the hills and sparkled on the snow. And then the prayer-inviting chimes rang out. And soon it was the time of evensong ; And thankful people, without fear or doubt. Went down the slopes, and passed the streets along. And turned their faces from the smiling sea. To wonder what for them God's word should be. They thought not much of a red flag displayed Upon an anchored schooner. Well they knew The men who saw the summons undismayed Would render help ; for they— the lifeboat crew — Went forth to duty. Then a whisper sped, — " 'Tis but a doctor called or sailor dead." And so unto the houses reared for praise The people went their way. And in one place They sang good songs well suited for March days : " God is our Shepherd," "We shall see His face," And " Wash me clean till I am white as snow," Then of tKe heavenly city's golden glow. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 35 1 And when amid the hush the text was heard, 'Twas " Beye also ready .'" Little guessed The preacher as he spake that solemn word How it should be on hearts and souls impressed ; Nor what a fearful illustration lay Within the sea a few short miles away. But as he warned, encouraged, and besought All men to trust in Jesus, and prepare For that great change which is by dying wrought. Oh ! surely many an earnest, silent prayer Went up to God, " Oh, make us meet for heaven. And ready for the call when it is given." The closing hymn was sung ; and then the street Was filled with people. Next a cry was heard That made them scarcely heed the wind and sleet For the great horror of that awful word : " Only a little way from off the town. Near to Dunnose, a frigate has gone down 1 " What need to tell again the fearful tale ? More than three hundred men sank to their graves During the maddened might of that short gale. And fell asleep 'neath scarce disturbed waves. Short time had they to utter one short prayer, Or cling to Christ the Rock in their despair. But surely where the saddening tale is read In happy England, men will hear again The words of Jesus. Not to move our dread. But quicken us to trust and hope in pain, They reach our ears. Oh ! heed the patient Friend, And " Be ye also ready " for the end. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. WINTER-WORK. " The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace." What can I do in this world of gloom ? I looked at the dying leaves, With their faces turned to the soddened ground As they fell 'neath the cottage eaves ; 1 saw the dreary November rain, And I thought of the days to be. With the bird-notes hushed, and the sunshine gone From mountain and field and tree. I mused on the desolate, toil-worn town, And the thousands of weary men Who sighed as they thought of the sunless clouds, And that winter had come again. 1 looked at the children so early sad With sorrow and sin and thrall ; And I asked, Is there aught that a heart can do To comfort and bless them all .'' I found the answer where light is seen, No matter though clouds are grey ; For the lamp of God, in a dreary place. Will show us the outward way. It told me of fruit that my life might bear For the Master who died for me. And gave to me work for my hands to do In the winter that soon shall be. No seraph mission is mine to-day, I need not the warrior's might. Nor the gifts of genius to make me great, For my tasks are but small and light. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 353 I have but to love in this world of gloom, And be happy through every day, And take with me always the angel Peace, As I walk through the fog-filled way. So 1 gladly enter the winter months. And my heart shall be always warm ; I will live in the light of unclouded love However may rage the storm ; With a joyous song 1 will face the world, For I know that its wrath will cease When the Lord whom I serve to His own will come. Bringing His gift of peace. ' And though it is little that I can do, I will faithfully do my best ; Perhaps a glimmer of light may come From my life to make others blest. And if the Master but smile on me, I care not that days are dim ; I will try to please Him the winter through, Finding my joy in Him. CHRISTMAS CAROLS. Clearly through the frosty air Rang the singers' songs at night ; They were like a chanted prayer Unto some who sang with might ; For the times were hard that year, Little work had wiUing hands, And the hearts were cold and drear, Though they furnished singing bands. 23 354 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Yet more sweetly sang they never Than that night ; with glad endeavour, Though the tears were in their voices, Sang they news that aye rejoices — " Hark ! the herald angels sing, Glory to the new-born King." One was there, whose hair was grey. And his hands were hard with toil. He had laboured many a day At the tilling of the soil ; Sixty years of work were passed, And he sadly bowed his head As he found himself at last Singing for his Christmas bread ; But his heart grew strong with pleasure As he joined the sacred measure, Telling o'er the old, old story Of the Saviour's birth and glory — " Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled." By his side one young and fair ! To this girl with eyes of blue. Waiting in the wintry air, • Hope kept brighter things in view. Might not peace and plenty smile On her narrow sphere of life ? Then, with courage, for awhile She would bear the want and strife. So she laughed amid the singing As she heard the joy-bells ringing, With the Bethlehem babe were given Hope and happiness and heaven — " Mild He lays His glory by. Bom that man no more may die." SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 353 So their voices mingled sweet, And the cheery chorus rang In the clear air of the street, Till the song the singers sang Stole within the darkened homes, And the hearts, by sin made sad. Knew that Christ the Pardoner comes Making all the people glad. Men and children knelt confessing Many faults, but heartfelt love, And they felt the Christmas blessing. While the song came from above — " Hail ! the heaven-born Prince of Peace ; Hail ! the Son of Righteousness." " Joyful, all ye nations, rise. Join the triumph of the skies." As the words stole through the door. Hearts were softened toward the poor. Plenty met the people's need, Anger died, and love uprose. Eager hands stretched out to feed Neighbours, strangers, even foes. Merry Christmas had the singers. Children, old folk, and the ringers ; Thoughts of Christ brought joy for sadness. And great hosts sang out in gladness — " Join the angels while they sing Glory, glory to our King." 23—2 356 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. FROM BETHLEHEM. As in olden days the angel came to shepherds in the night, Broke the silence with his singing, filled the darkened heavens with light. So he comes this Christmas morning with a message to the earth, And he tells the glad, old story of the Saviour's wondrous birth. We who watch can see no flashing o'er the changeful midnight skies. We can hear no angel-herald, and we see no star arise ; But we hear our church-bells pealing, and we know that Christ was bom For our sakes in Bethlehem's city on the far-off Christmas morn. Where the heavenly host adoring lighted up those skies at night, Where the lowly shepherds working saw them with a strange delight, 'Tis not ours to watch and labour ; but we know that everyplace Can be lighted with the glory of the Saviour's loving face. And we gladly take the message from the fields of Bethlehem ; He has come, the Christ, the Saviour, unto us as unto them ; And we join the thankful singers in the anthems that they sing, " Glory unto God the highest, peace on earth through Christ the King." Naught have we to bring unto Him, myrrh nor frankincense nor gold, But we bend before our Master with a love that grows not cold ; And we cling more closely to Him as we think of all His love Since He came to heal and bless us from the land of light above. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 357 This shall be our Christmas greeting : Jesus, whom the world despised, Jesus, Saviour, dearest to us, fondest loved, most highly prized. Come again to dwell among us, come to reign where men are sad ; Hope of Israel, to souls waiting, come once more and make us glad. CHRISTMAS THOUGHTS. What a glad tumult of laughter and singing ! Voices are merry and smiles wreathe the faces ! From the old churches the bhthe bells are ringing, And holly and mistletoe brighten all places. What does it mean ? Once again, kind, if hoary, Comes the old friend whom we always must love. And he tells while we listen the wonderful story Of how the King came to our earth from above. " He was a child. He knew sorrow, was lonely, Bethlehem's manger His first cradle bed ; He was received by poor fishermen only, Often He had not a place for His head. " Yet He stayed on, the crowd's sicknesses healing, Feeding the hungry and cheering the sad ; Always the heart of the Father revealing. Making the sorrowful hopeful and glad. " And He died on the cross that to you might be given The joy and the victory after His pain ; Then the rest, and the crown, in the kingdom of heaven "- Such the story that Christmas is telling again. 3S8 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. And as he thus sings, parted hands steal together, There is a warming of hearts that were cold ; Merry lips laugh once more at the dark, wintry weather. And friendship and love are renewed as of old. Hatred and anger, of envy begotten, Die when the Christmas bells ring through the air ; Failings and injuries are all forgotten As soon as the heart has been softened by prayer. Blessing upon him ! Dispersing men's sadness Comes he, desiring all discords to cease ; Such is old Christmas, a bringer of gladness, A teacher of love and of goodwill and peace. Make room by the fireside, and give him your greetings, The old man will smile at the children's free play ; But do not forget, 'mid the happy home meetings. The Saviour who gave us the blithe Christmas-day. THE DYING YEAR. Old year, you are faint. I can hear you sighing Out in the cold where the bare trees bend. The close has come ; I can see you dying ; I will grasp your hand to the last, old friend. We have had both pleasure and grief together, You have seen my tears and have heard my song. We have walked in cold and in sunny weather, And I have been glad of your help so long. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 359 So long? It was only in times of sorrow The days passed slowly. To me it seems You came but yesterday, leave to-morrow, Flashing away lilce the sun's swift beams. But you taught some things that were worth the learning. I hide your secrets within my heart. And thank you for them. At last discerning The fainter lines, I have conned my part. Your voice of courage has made me bolder, Your hand upon me has made me weak ; After your stay I am growing older And nearer yet to the goal I seek. And yet I am glad to have known you, truly, Although you have wrathfuUy torn away Some things that I clung to, and shown me duly My sin or failure with every day. You have brought more often the Father's blessing. And whispered peace to my troubled soul. And seen me hopefully, closely pressing To Him who only can make me whole. And now — oh friend, you can scarcely hear me ! You can do nothing but faint and die ! A form that is youthful and fair draws near me, And bells are ringing. Old year, good-bye ! May God forgive me all faults, vows broken. Fresh sins committed, wrath, hate, and fear, And give to me as His pardon-token The first bright days of a better year. 360 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. THE NEW YEAR. Father, who givest us Now the new year, Grant that Thy mercy May with it appear ; Lead us the path along Which we must go ; Choose Thou our portion Of pleasure or woe. Father, Thy blessing give Brightening each day ; Be Thou our comforter, Hear when we pray. Let us not go alone Out in the wild ; Let Thy forgiving love Shelter each child. Whate'er our work shall be Let us have light ; What our hands find to do Doing with might ; Faithfully serving Thee While it is day, So be the happy year Passing away. Father, Thy wisdom give, Let us be strong ; Keep us from grieving Thee Doing the wrong. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 36 1 Oh, let us hear Thy voice CaUing us near, Oh, let us see the way Clearly appear. Father, we cannot see What is before, Yet we would sing our song Trusting Thee more ; Burdens we have and griefs Bitter to bear. But Thou wilt quiet us, Thou who dost care. So we will meet the months Leaning on Thee, Loving and mighty One, Still near us be ; Help us to forward go Strong in Thy fear ; Father, abide with us All through the year. If it should be the last, Happy are we ! We in the heavenly home With Thee shall be. < Guide our feet thither, and Bless Thou us still — Father, with us and ours Do Thine own will. 363 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. WATTING FOR THE SUMMONS. I KNOW an aged pilgrim, worn and weary, Whose feet still linger on the sands of time ; But earth, for him, is all too cold and dreary, He longs to reach a sunnier, happier clime. His eye is dim ; his ear is dull of hearing ; Old sights and sounds disturb his soul no more ; He sees the goodly hills their crests uprearing, — The sunlit hills upon the farther shore. In his long journey o'er the desert ranges, His soul has known sharp conflicts by the way,— The fierce temptations and the bitter changes, The chills of night, the burning heats of day. But now he sits in patience by the river, Gentle and quiet as a wearied child. Waiting for God the summons to deliver. To call him up to mansions undefiled. Ask him of human life, its plots and scheming. Its small ambitions and its empty joys. He answers like a sleeper waked from dreaming,- He lives afar from all this strife and noise. , But ask of heaven, and of the joys that cluster Around that land where his Redeemer lives, His fading eye lights up with saintly lustre. And his quick tongue the ready answer gives. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 3^3 THE FISHER-LADS' HOLIDAY. It was Christmas-day in the morning, And the heart of each fisher-lad, Out on the heaving ocean, With a thought of the day was glad. Though he heard not the joy-bells ringing Through the streets and the lanes at home, No boy in the little vessel But rejoiced that the day had come. " We all will be merry together, Having our Christmas fare ; But we think of the Babe in the manger, Nor forget to bring Him our prayer." Hearing these words from the skipper The lads for awhile were grave. And they sang, in their gay, rough fashion, Of Christ and His power to save. Then they went to the little cabin. To do in their holiday What each might desire, write a letter. Or join in a game of play, And little they cared for the storm-wind That blew in that northern sea, F"or the hearts of the merry fishers Were as light as hearts could be. But the sound of a gun aroused them ; " I see a smack in distress. Now lads," said the mate, " get ready. Be sure we can do no less 364 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. Than hasten away to succour These men that in peril lie, For how could we keep our Christmas If we left them there to die ? " Then the play was all forgotten, And into the little boat Sprang the fisher-lads together, — " If only we keep afloat We will bring them back to dinner," They shouted in hopeful glee ; And they sternly set theif faces To fight with the mighty sea. But oh, 'twas a fearful battle ! Little we knew that day, As our families met together, Of the fierce storms far away. But the God of the sea is mighty. And He heard the impassioned cry Of those who in saving others Were likely themselves to die. They wrought with the angry billows, They conquered the mighty wave, And swiftly their boat was crowded With men whom they came to save. Then back to their own small vessel Did the fisher-lads make way ; And oh ! 'twas a happy party That dined in the smack that day ! And I think we may learn a lesson, — When the Father would make us glad With a pleasure beyond all others He sends us to help the sad ; SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 365 And when, with a thought of the Saviour, We use tlie power He has given. Our earthly holidays brighten To the joy and bliss of heaven. A NEW YEAR'S PRAYER. " Lord, it is nothing with Thee to help, whether with many, or with them that have no power : help us, 'O Lord our God ; for we rest on Thee, and in Thy name we go." There are mists about us. The merry bells, Sounding over the hills and dells, Bring to our greeting another year ; — But we cannot guess till its months appear If 'twill be happy, or full of woe ; But this, our Father, we surely know : Whatever its changing scenes may be Our lives will ever have need of Thee. But we are not frightened, for Thou art strong. O God, if the battle be fierce and long, We will earnestly hasten Thy face to seek. Who can give the triumph to us the weak. Thy help is mighty. We have no power. But be Thou near in each trying hour, And every day, as it dawns, shall be As a glad thanksgiving brought to Thee. We have heard the story of all the years That were bright with gladness and dim with tears, The wondrous tale of Thy faithfulness. Ready to pardon, and swift to bless ; 366 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. And how can we fear the months to be, Since we know that our lives are safe with Thee ? Nay, we are liappy ; the year shall bring The gifts that are best from Thy hands, O King. But help us still, for we rest in Thee, And our hearts grow calm as a summer sea ; Thou makest the corn and wine increase, Thou givest Thy children Thine own deep peace. Shall we not trust in Thee evermore Though we see not the path that lies before ? Thy love will give us whate'er is "best. And help us still, for in Thee we rest. And in Thy name do we onward go. Facing our future of joy or woe ; There are hosts that gather, and foes who fight. But we will not shrink from' the darkest night. O God, our Helper, whate'er betide Still in Thy mercy with us abide, And our songs shall rise, for the dim new vear Shall prove a Friend as the months appear. We do not know what the year shall be. But, Lord, the darkness is light to Thee, . Our way is open. Thou knowest all, Nor can any evil our hearts enthral, Since Thou art ruling ! O give to us The faith that shall ever trust Thee thus ; And then, come sorrow, or want, or shame, Forward we go as in Thy great name. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 367 TRANSITION. ' So Moses the servant of the I^rd died there ; his eye was not dim, nor his natural force abated." — Deot. xxxiv. It is good to work till the gloaming comes. How softly the daylight died To him who leaned on the arm of God, As they came up the mountain-side ; And how tenderly turned he his face away From the scene at his feet outspread, And entered the land of unclouded light, While they mourned for their friend as dead. So, if I might, would I pass away From the midst of a well-filled life, Stealing aside from the busy world, With its murmurs of war and strife ; Speaking good words to the very last, If the Father would give them me. And looking on to the sunny world. Where the triumph is yet to be. I shall love for ever the green grass slopes, And the fields of the standing com, My heart will answer the carol song Of the lark in the early morn ; But my face is turned to a better land. Shall I weep that I go away ? Oh, I know by a whisper that comes to me. It is better to go than stay. 368 SONGS OF SUNSHINE. But I should be leaving my friends behind, You tell me in graver tone ; Oh no one who enters the Father's house Can ever be strange or lone ; And I should be leaving my work undone ? But I think in that land so fair, There is good, true service for willing hands, And I can complete it there. I think how good it would be to die. Not in weakness or slow decay. But to wave my hand ^s a cheery sign, And silently pass away ; Not to live and linger with worn-out brain, And a heart that for age is sad. But to go while courage and hope are strong, And my spirit In God is glad. And yet, I know not the hour or the way In which I ^hall reach my home. If 'tis better to walk but a little way, Or longer to wait and roam ; So my Father shall choose for His trusting child. For I know that His will is best ; He will tell me how long I may work below, And when I may take my rest. SONGS OF SUNSHINE. 369 THE YEAR OF RELEASE. When the bells rang their peal through the winterly air, And startled the worshippers hushed as in prayer, When the people turned gladly to friends who were near And whispered, " God give you a happy new year," A fiat went forth from God's chamber of peace, " To some there is dawning the year of release." They knew not the sign that was put on their brow. These happy ones soon in His presence to bow, — When the late light came in and began a new day They saw not the messenger placed in the way ; They said, " Will the toil and the sorrow increase ? " Nor dreamed they had entered their year of release. With courage they patiently turned to their task, For strength, not deliverance, dared they to ask ; They sighed as they took up their burdens again Of sorrow and weariness, sickness and pain, Nor ventured to hope that their troubles would cease. Or joy become theirs in this year of release. Oh, could they but know what the new year will bring. 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