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 I have not loved the world, nor the world me; 
 
 1 have not flattered its rank breath, nor bowed 
 To its idolatries a patient knee, 
 
 Nor coined my cheek to smile, nor cried aloud 
 
 In worship of an echo; in the crowd, 
 They could not deem me one of such; I stood 
 
 Among them, not of them, in a shroud 
 Of thoughts which were not their thoughts.— | Byron. 
 
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PREFACE. 
 
 The author makes no apology for giving this 
 little volume of rhymes to the public. Most of the 
 minor ones have been thrown off at interval-- be 
 tween the discharge of duties in obtaining subsist- 
 ence for his family — many written while riding in 
 the cars, waiting at railroad stations, or tempora- 
 rily stopping at hotels. Nothing in the volume 
 has been allowed to encroach on regular business. 
 
 The longer rhyme is a surprise to the author. 
 No particular method was observed in the ar- 
 rangement of the subject, nor special object kept 
 in view, except to utter what he feels is true and 
 reasonable, and will help to strengthen the reader 
 in well-doing. Little thinking what he should say, 
 where he should end, or when he should complete 
 the rhyme, he began writing "The Nazarese " 
 on the 1st day of May, 1885, not having even con- 
 ceived the title, and on the 17th of that month, the 
 whole was completed and ready for the printer, 
 including this preface. Meantime, he did his daily 
 work, including a trip to New York, which con 
 STimed four days, and going on other les>er excur 
 
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 ERRATA. 
 Page 15, last line, of xxvin verse, for "the blest" read "the happy blest." 
 Page 16, 2d line of xxxi verse, for "angles" read "angels." 
 Page 24, 4th line of L verse, for "Mammom" read "Mammon." 
 Page 32, 4th line of lxxi verse, for "its blood" read "his blood." 
 Page 63, 8th line of clv verse, for "and" read "an." 
 
 Page 68, 1st line of clx verse, for "As our loves are" read "As are our 
 loves." 
 
THE NAZARENE. 
 
 CANTO I. 
 
 GENESIS. 
 I. 
 
 Be mine to sing the psalm of endless life — 
 
 Of what has been, and is, and is to be ; 
 To give the meaning of this ceaseless strife 
 
 Of elements unseen, and those we see ; 
 
 To show the station filled by you and me — 
 By old and young, and those of all the past, 
 
 And through the future's long eternity — 
 The problem which the seers have deemed so vast, 
 And scientists have tried and lain aside, at last. 
 
 ir. 
 "What can we reason but from what we know V" 
 
 Is Alexander Pope's immortal line; 
 That which the judgment tells us must be so 
 
 Hath its foundation deep in the divine; 
 
 Through this we see our being's glory shine, 
 And feel akin to all the burning stars; 
 
 We look beyond this world of mine and thine — 
 A moment we forget all petty jars [bars. 
 
 In dreams of something far beyond these fleshly 
 
 — <§> 
 
THE NAZARENE. 
 
 Ill 
 
 The round of life has ever heen the same, 
 
 And ever will be as we see it now; 
 Without beginning, without end, its aim 
 
 Is its own reproduction. Why or how 
 
 Is not for us to fathom. We must bow 
 Submissive to the facts; but, mounting higher, 
 
 Must fearless 1 } - ascend to Heaven's brow, 
 In search of knowledge, at the heart's desire — 
 For fear is born of hell, and evil is its sire. 
 
 IV. 
 
 The seasons in their turns have come and gone, 
 
 And ever in their turns must come and go; 
 That herbs, and flowers, and fruits, the seasons own, 
 
 Are not the same, but like to each, we know ; 
 
 Thus is it with the round of life, and so 
 Have suns succeeded suns, from eldest yore, 
 
 And life and death have had their ebb and Mow, 
 x\s system after system evermore 
 Unrolled and rose to act the mighty drama o'er. 
 
 v. 
 
 And thus will suns and systems come and go 
 When you and I, and all, are far away 
 
 Upon the road of progress, all aglow 
 With life and light in the supernal day, 
 Where love and joy have their eternal sway 
 
 In sweet reality of freedom's light, 
 
THE NAZARENE. 
 
 That shines in glory there for aye and aye, — 
 When we have grown from men's to angels' hight, 
 From angels' unto Godhood's in its might. 
 
 VI. 
 
 My vision takes me backward to the time 
 
 When rolled a little world like ours in space 
 A planet of a system as sublime 
 
 As any our astronomers can trace ; 
 
 It flourished there in honorable place, 
 And had its denizens, as ours now hath ; 
 
 Like us, they had their glory and disgrace ; 
 They struggled thro' the clouds of fear and wrath 
 To find the right — the only straight and narrow 
 
 [path. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Among them dwelt a truly wedded pair; 
 
 As male and female, they were only one — 
 For as the elements of water are 
 Blended in one, so were their lives begun, 
 Their souls commingling, as their work was done, 
 [ As were the will of each the other's guide; 
 When duty's goal on earth at last was won, 
 Their dust dissolved, upon the winds to ride, 
 1 But they advanced, the bridegroom and the bride. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 They rose into a broader realm of life ; 
 The past to them was dusky nothingness ; 
 
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 8 THE NAZARENE. 
 
 With every element of being rife, [~7 ; 
 
 Their souls expanded with each sweet caress, 
 And all around them wore a brighter dress; 
 
 All objects from their feelings took their hue, 
 And changed with their conditions, more or less; 
 
 From this and other facts, full well they krew 
 
 Their varied condition from their being grew. 
 
 IX. 
 
 They were the germ and center of a world 
 Outspringing from them by a law supreme 
 
 Which every system into being hurled, 
 As suns send forth the lite-inspiring beam 
 To fructify the earths that round them teem; 
 
 All their imaginings took shapely form; 
 The tho't that on this earth seems but a dream 
 
 To them was a reality ; and warm 
 
 Around them vegetation flourished many-form. 
 
 x. 
 
 But this was in the spirit realm; no trace 
 
 Of earth within their sphere was to be found; 
 
 They knew no bounds of either time or space, 
 While blissful growth their every movement 
 Eajh in the other perfect fulness found, [crowned ; 
 
 And far and wide their mingled presence grew, 
 Till all seemed full unto the farthest bound ; 
 
 Thus ceaselessly their joyous moments flew, 
 
 And ever from the Old rolled out the better New. 
 <§> 
 
THE NAZAREXE. 
 
 XI. 
 Ages on ages came and passed away. 
 
 Eon on eon sank into the past, 
 And long eternities stretched backward aye. 
 
 To where the morning first its shadows cast, 
 
 And shimmered where our blissful pair at last 
 First found their union in the arms of love, 
 
 Secure from evil's inharmonious blast; 
 While each unto the other closer clove, 
 And wider still and wider did their presence rove. 
 
 XII. 
 
 At length their sphere of love seemed more than 
 
 As it with teeming life were running o'er; [full, 
 The outer skirts, that had been dark and dull, 
 
 Now moved with life unto the very core; 
 
 And pregnant they became with many score 
 Of suns and earths like what we call our own; 
 
 And from this womb of being there did pour 
 New suns and systems, that in beauty shone 
 As stars at night which glad our eyes from zone to 
 
 [zone. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 These suns and systems had all elements 
 And principles to being that belong; 
 
 For by transmission cometh all things hence, 
 As echo from the mountain singer's song; 
 All motion, life and power, that weak or strong, 
 
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 THE NAZAREKE. 
 
 Or high or low possess, or great or small. 
 
 Comes by transmission to the endless throng 
 Of conscious beings on each earthly ball — 
 To such as soar and sing, and things that creep and 
 
 [crawl. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 Among the planets that revolved within 
 
 The sphere of this unfolded happy pair 
 Was our own earth, which had begun to spin 
 
 And gather round itself a lambent air ; 
 
 It reveled in the sun's incessant glare 
 And drew new life from that life-giving source, 
 
 Which from the realm of spirit draws its share 
 Of all that gives the physical its force 
 And keeps the planets ever whirling in their 
 
 [course. 
 
 xv. 
 And from this pair — the God of this our sphere 
 
 And its surrounding universe of suns — 
 Flowed gently all the forces needed here 
 To move and mould the elements, as runs 
 The will along the nerve companions 
 To do the conscious bidding of the mind ; 
 
 All life, all light, all consciousness that shuns 
 The pain of violated law, all love of kind, 
 
 Flowed from the Godly pair my vision has 
 
 [divined. 
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THE NAZAREXE. 
 
 XVI. 
 Not that they had the power to make or not 
 
 This vast array outcoming through their sphere— 
 For channels were they but receiving what 
 
 They freely shed around them, far and near; 
 
 They had, like us— and this was ever clear— 
 A double being, giving part control 
 
 Of what to them was felt to be most dear ; 
 But deep within was the resistless roll 
 Of power involuntary that sustained the whole. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 For everything, from man to highest God, 
 Is ruled by law, and must in order stand ; 
 
 There's none supreme, whose arbitrary nod 
 Can shake the Heavens or the grosser land — 
 No ruling God in whose exclusive hand 
 
 All things are held at his good will or freak — 
 No God of terror at whose dire command 
 
 The souls of men must nether Hades seek, 
 
 Where devils will their endless vengeance on them 
 
 [wreak. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 But there are endless love and sympathy, 
 That ever upward draw the living soul — 
 
 That ever watch and work for you and me, 
 And seek to draw us, by a sweet control, 
 To feel a closer union with the whole, 
 
 And kinship with the angels and with God — 
 
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 THE NAZARENE. 
 
 The Pair Divine, who would not stint the dole 
 Of good things for their children, who now trod 
 In darkness, fear and doubt, earth's generative sod. 
 
 xi:: 
 
 But nothing can be forced , all things must grow 
 
 In strict accord with the eternal law — 
 The changeless force that governs high and low; 
 
 This law must rule supreme and without flaw ; 
 Could it be broken, all would stand in awe 
 
 Upon annihilation's boundless shore; 
 
 We can but wait in patience till it draw 
 All living souls above the wreck and roar 
 Of mundane things, to realms where discord is no 
 
 [more. 
 xx. 
 " Order is Heaven's first law," — and is its last; 
 
 And all development must ever come 
 In strict accord with order ; in the past, 
 
 The claims for miracles set up by some 
 
 Have no foundation; not a single crumb 
 Of valid evidence supports these claims, 
 
 Which aim to strike the human reason dumb; 
 The law of order the pretender shames, 
 And reason nobly triumphs spite of racks and 
 
 [flames. 
 
 XXI. 
 
 So in this reign of order came our earth, 
 And so it grew, as other planets grow ; 
 
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 THE NAZAREXE. 
 
 All things in order sprang to life and birth, 
 And every form and shape began to show 
 And take its turn, and thus to come and go, 
 
 Preparing each the way for something higher, 
 Till man appeared upon the scene, and lo! 
 
 Our being's round was circled, and the fire 
 
 Of an immortal life filled him with its desire. 
 
 XXII. 
 
 At first, he was a simple savage, and 
 His faith was simple as a little child's; 
 
 He close communed with Nature, and her hand 
 Led him in safety through the tangled wilds 
 Of life, and through the leafy forest aisles; 
 
 He walked with spirits from another sphere 
 Who gave him sweet companionship, the whiles 
 
 He grew in mental stature and drew near 
 
 To self-direction in his new, untried career. 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 Thus guided, he grew up with vision clear 
 
 Of blissful life beyond his earth abode, 
 And as he stronger grew, from year to year, 
 
 To take upon himself a larger load, 
 
 With more self-conscious step and mien he trode 
 The earth, and felt a growing power within 
 
 That made him wish alone to try the road 
 Erstwhile he had been aided to begin — 
 Not having yet had dream of such a thing as sin 
 
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 THE NAZARENE. 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 Slowly the guardian spirits loosed their grasp, 
 Till man was left alone to find his way; 
 
 Yet still he often felt their loving clasp, 
 As o'er his path they shed a tender ray 
 And mildly led him by their gentle sway 
 
 Along the rugged paths of earth's career; 
 Still on him shone the light of endless day. 
 
 While o'er him crept the shadow of a fear, 
 
 And ever an anon he dropped the bitter tear. 
 
 xxv. 
 
 So he in mental stature grew, experience-taught, 
 IT is mind on earthly matters most employed; 
 
 Life with the struggle for subsistence fraught, 
 By many empty schemes he was decoyed, 
 And by their failure vexingly annoyed, 
 
 Till he began to doubt the higher good ; 
 To him the future rose a cheerless void, 
 
 And he became of dark and somber mood, 
 
 Much prone upon his rude condition here to brood. 
 
 XXVI. 
 
 Our Heav'nly Parents seeing this shed down 
 Their warmest sympathy upon their child; 
 
 What could be done was done to hide the frown 
 That hovered o'er his pathway through the wild ; 
 Attending angels looked on him and smiled ; 
 
 But he had lost the power to realize 
 
THE NAZARENE. 15 
 
 Their presence, and could seldom he. beguiled 
 
 To own his kinship with the upper skies. 
 Or ought existed not beheld by mortal eyes. 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 Hks fellows dropped their covering of flesh, 
 But had not power to rise above the dust ; 
 
 They hovered round him, powerless to refresh 
 His drooping spirit or to brace his trust 
 In the Eternal Law, which soon or later must 
 
 Lift all things up and bring the blest relief 
 To all who suffer in this world of lust ; 
 
 The souls of the departed added grief 
 
 To darkness, till- with fear he trembled like a leaf. 
 
 XXVIII. 
 
 And thus came good and evil in the world, 
 And thus came sinful selfishness and pain; 
 
 Then his black banner man at first unfurled, 
 And sought his own and not his fellow's gain, 
 To learn at last his efforts all are vain 
 
 To set aside the primal law's decree 
 That he must serve the whole who shall sustain ! 
 
 Himself in high position, and would be 
 
 Among the blest, and free among the free. 
 
 XXIX. 
 
 Earth's children thus cut off from intercourse 
 
 Direct with spirits of a higher sphere, 
 Efforts were made to lead them, without force, 
 
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 THE NAZARENE. 
 
 By raising up among them leaders here 
 Whose words, and teachings by example clear, 
 Should point the way which mortals should pursue, 
 
 That they might to the nearest haven steer, 
 According each to others what is due, 
 Avoiding what is false and taking what is true. 
 
 XXX. 
 
 Then came the seers and prophets of the past, 
 Of whom the people often idols made; 
 
 Slowly the spirit sky grew overcast 
 
 And teachers merged their calling in a trade, 
 Whereby they made the timid mass afraid 
 
 By claims of superstitious gifts and powers; 
 Thus reason in the sepulchre was laid — 
 
 Thus came the long and dark and fearful hours, 
 
 Uf which the black portentous cloud still threat- 
 ening lowers. 
 
 XXXI. 
 
 This was a crisis terrible and dire, 
 
 Which even made the angles pale with dread ; 
 Unless a spark of the celestial fire 
 
 Could be rekindled here, all hope had fled, 
 
 And earth henceforth was numbered with the 
 So all the higher forces were combined, [dead, 
 
 And all their holy influence was shed, 
 To raise up one whose beacon-light should shine, 
 And be to all the world a saving light divine. 
 
THE XAZAREXE. 
 
 C^NTO II. 
 THE SAVIOR. 
 
 XXXII. 
 
 Then came into the world the Nazarene, 
 
 To tread the path of sorrow for the lost — 
 An unpretending man, of gentle mien, 
 
 Whose path by every evil power was crossed ; 
 
 Upon the sea of trouble tempest-tossed, 
 He never lost his course, nor turned aside 
 
 To count a single undertaking's cost; 
 For principle, he spurned all worldly pride, 
 And lived the faith of his convictions till he died. 
 
 XXXIII. 
 
 This was the Christ, the true anointed one, 
 Who fills his place in every universe; 
 
 He came as orderly as came the sun — 
 His mission was to stay the primal curse 
 Of error, and to teach in sentence terse 
 
 The leading principles of Brotherhood; 
 He bade the hosts of error to disperse, 
 
 And sternly he rebuked the selfish brood 
 
 Of fallen teachers who belied the trulv good. 
 
THE NAZARENE. 
 
 XXX IV. 
 
 These hypocrites he never failed to lash ; 
 
 Albeit his nature was as calm and mild 
 As sunlit summer morning, he could dash 
 
 Into their columns like a soldier wild 
 
 With sense of duty. He was like a child 
 To those he loved who sought to do the right 
 
 And from the paths of light were not beguiled; 
 The sore oppressed were precious in his sight, 
 And hard he labored lo dispel the gloom of night. 
 
 xxxv. 
 The oneness of all being oft he taught. 
 
 But was not understood by those who heard, 
 Because their minds with superstitious thought 
 
 And notions supernatural were stirred ; 
 
 He taught the simple meaning of the word. 
 But they for hidden meanings were in search, 
 
 And evidence from miracle they sought ; 
 While he deplored their blinding moral lurch. 
 And heaped anathemas upon the cruel church. 
 
 xxxvi. 
 He said his church was in the heart of man. 
 
 And " love ye one another " his command ; 
 That he who served the best was in the van, 
 
 While selfishness builds houses on the sand; 
 
 That justice stern would with relentless hand 
 Disperse the hoarded wealth of earthly gains— 
 
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 THE NAZARENE. 
 
 For God designed the fullness of the land 
 For all his children; and when justice reigns 
 Ea<h must hia birthright share through all of God's 
 
 [domains. 
 
 XXXVII. 
 
 His trenchant plea for justice ever rose; 
 
 " Sell all thou hast and give unto the poor;" 
 Make restitution of your wealth; your foes 
 
 Forgive, and make your daily path secure; 
 
 Not only rise above the evil doer, 
 But work for principle and for the right ; 
 
 Make first the kingdom of the righteous sure, 
 Not hoarding for the morrow, in affright, 
 For all things justice brings by virtue of its might. 
 
 xxxvni. 
 Judge ye yourselves of what is right; the tree 
 
 Is known to all men by the fruit it bears ; 
 Go ye not after leaders blind, but see 
 
 Your pathway clear, and utter all your prayers 
 
 In secret ; worthless are self-righteous airs 
 Because you have observed the forms and creeds 
 
 That a benighted church, long lost, declares 
 Find favor in the eyes of Heav'n; your deeds, 
 Sincerely done, are all your Heav'nly Father heeds. 
 
 XXXIX. 
 
 As sheep among the wolves, I send you forth 
 To preach the gospel of the true and right, 
 
20 THE NAZARENE. 
 
 To know not. east or west, nor south or north. 
 For all the world is precious in my sight; 
 My gospel is for all men, black and white, 
 
 And high and low — for every tongue and race; 
 And each of you must be a shining light, 
 
 Set on the hill-top; each must in bis place 
 
 Stand up for justice with a bold and manly face. 
 
 XL. 
 
 Judge not your neighbor harshly, lest ye be 
 
 Thereby preparing judgment that shall rise 
 And work against you, in your misery, 
 
 When you may stand arraigned in others' eyes; 
 
 For all men will, at last, in sad surprise, 
 Learn each must stand before his conscience clear 
 
 And be his own judge; it is therefore wise • 
 That he should lean to mercy's side and cheer 
 The poor unfortunate who errs and suffers here. 
 
 XLI. 
 
 Offenses needs must come into the world, 
 But wo to him through whom offenses come; 
 
 For deep within his breast lie tortures curled 
 That will one day uncoil and strike him dumb 
 With pain and anguish, and his being numb 
 
 With fear of what may come his soul to chill ; 
 For it is very hard to find a crumb 
 
 Of comfort for the errors of the will 
 
 Which sting into the very quick, but cannot kill. 
 
 <S> 
 
THE XAZAREXE. 
 
 XLH. 
 
 As for the selfish rich, who put their trust 
 In earthly dross and sell their souls for gain, 
 
 'Tis hard for them to rise above the dust; 
 The swimmer cast upon the briny main, 
 Having a millstone tied about his neck, 'tis plain, 
 
 Is doomed to perish; so with those whose load 
 With selfishness, and wrong and greed is stained ; 
 
 The camel walketh through the needle's eye 
 
 With greater ease than they can rise on high. 
 
 XLIII. 
 
 When earthly things have passed away and left 
 
 Their naked souls upon their worth to stand, 
 Of every known support they are bereft 
 
 And helpless lie upon the barren strand 
 
 Of utter selfishness, amid the sand 
 Of desolation wide, and deep despair; 
 
 They have not sown, and reap on neither hand, 
 But cry in vain for help — it is not there; 
 Their loves and lives have wasted on the empty air. 
 
 XLIV. 
 
 Then watch ye, therefore, lest at any time 
 Thy soul forget its destiny, and crawl 
 
 Where it should soar and shine, a thing sublime; 
 Turn not unto the infinitely small, 
 But infinitely great, including all, 
 
 And put thyself in sympathj' with souls 
 
THE XAZARENE. 
 
 That stand on principles and cannot fall ; 
 Steer not thy bark upon the sands and shoals — 
 Unfurl thy sail and ride where deepest water rolls. 
 
 XLV. 
 
 Be always ready, for ye know not when 
 The trump of duty shall for action sound . 
 
 Be ready, that ye be not left, for then 
 Wo be to every one who is not found 
 With armor burnished bright and helmet-crown'd 
 
 For service, full equipped and heart aglow 
 With zeal well-tempered, to the foe confound; 
 
 Keep every lamp well trimmed, for well ye know 
 
 The call may come at night for you to rise and go. 
 
 XL VI. 
 
 Strive to be perfect as the angels are ; 
 
 The} 7 do their best, and man can do the same; 
 Waste not your time in mouthing empty prayer, 
 
 But put your prayer into your work, and aim 
 
 To kindle in your breast a holy name, 
 An ever-burning longing, to arise 
 
 By humbly climbing duty's rugged stair 
 To that high state of goodness which the wise 
 Of all the past have won, and God to none denies. 
 
 XLVII. 
 
 Against the foe, be ever on your guard, 
 
 For every guise beneath the sun he wears ; 
 Upon your steps he ever follows hard 
 
THE NAZAREXE. 
 
 To trip you when you are t lie least awares 
 Of bis approach, and often be ensnares 
 By gross deceiving of your nature's best; 
 
 And when at last your cheated soul declares 
 The base betrayal, he with fiendish zest 
 Will make the keenest anguish cause for merryjest. 
 
 XYHI. 
 
 The world is full of pitfalls and of traps. 
 
 And hard it is all evil ways to shun ; 
 The plane of life here is so low, mishaps 
 
 Inevitably come to every one; 
 
 It must be lifted up; till this is done. 
 Both sin and suffering must here prevail ; 
 
 The battle waging now cannot be won 
 Until we reach a higher plane and hail 
 A resurrection morn, on calmer seas to sail. 
 
 Boast not your virtues or your kindly deeds — 
 This is but vain hypocrisy and pride ; 
 
 Like to a garden full of noxious weeds, 
 
 That thrive amain and every good thing hide. 
 Is he who sounds his virtues far and wide. 
 
 And waits for man's applause to reach his ear; 
 The real substance he has cast aside 
 
 For shadows that he sees reflected near 
 
 To cheat his selfishness and make his folly clear. 
 
 # 
 
THE NAZARENE. 
 
 L. 
 "No man can serve two masters ;" be will hate 
 
 The one and cling unto the other's side; 
 As is his choice of masters, so his fate; 
 He who in Mimmom's chariot seeks to ride 
 
 Can never to the car of justice stride; 
 The halls of good and greed have each their door 
 
 That opens opposite; the distance wide 
 Between the two enlarges evermore, 
 Stretching from hate's dark waste to love's illu- 
 
 [mined shore. 
 
 LI. 
 
 Give daily heed unto each act and thought, 
 And search your heart for motives, they will 
 
 What your condition is; if there is ought [show 
 Your judgment must condemn, then ye may 
 That in the future this you should forego ; [know 
 
 'Tis better to be good than to be great, 
 For greatness without goodness is but show; 
 
 And earthly greatness is a luring state, 
 
 When void of goodness, that but brings a sorry fate. 
 
 All things are known, and nothing can be hid; 
 
 For each one writes his book of life within; 
 The time will come, when he must lift the lid 
 
 And read the record there of what has been ; 
 
 Wo unto him, if it be one of sin; 
 
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 THE NAZARENE. 25 
 
 His soul will be alive to what he reads; 
 
 lie would not pass again to earth life's din; 
 The best will mourn the lack of nobler deeds, 
 And all deplore the growth of briers, thorns and 
 
 [weeds. 
 
 LIII. 
 
 Ye may be healers of the sick and sore. 
 
 If ye in faith the right shall live and teach ; 
 
 When ye have turned the erring to adore 
 The true and good, disease ye surely reach, 
 And heal the sick of soul and give them speech ; 
 
 And when the hearts of men from wrong ye" 'turn, 
 And make them doers of the right, from each 
 
 Ye cast out devils, and ye truly learn 
 
 How miracles are worked by fires within that burn. | 
 
 LIV. 
 
 The blind receive their sight w 7 hen they perceive 
 That they arc walking in the ways of wrong; 
 
 The halt and lame are healed w T hen you relieve 
 Their understanding, and they walk along 
 Nor stumble as they thread the motly throng; 
 
 The deaf are made to hear when they shall feel 
 A longing for the truth and have a strong 
 
 Desire to list for wisdom's words, nor steel 
 
 Their hearts and minds for self against the common 
 
 [weal. 
 
 D 
 
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 THE NAZARENE. 
 
 Be not ye superstitious as to days ; 
 
 All days are holy in Our Parents' sight; 
 He must be right whose life is in the ways 
 
 Of doing good at all times; and the light 
 
 Of his example shed in doing right 
 Makes sacred all the days that he may live; 
 
 No Sabbath-keeping elevates the hight 
 Of any deed performed, nor can it give 
 To work on other days a value negative. 
 
 LVX 
 
 In all thou doest, let there be no guile, 
 
 But in simplicity perform thy part ; 
 Be not cast down by failure, nor revile [smart 
 
 The powers that work with thee, but know the 
 
 Thou sufferest will aid to cleanse thy heart, 
 And teach humility; submissive will 
 
 To the inevitable draws the dart 
 And helps assuage the sting that might instill 
 Its anguish through the soul and all its fibers fill. 
 
 LVII. 
 
 Be thou like little children in thy mood, 
 ' And always act with singleness of mind ; 
 
 All things are tending to the general good, 
 And when the whole is seen as one combined, 
 The evils vanish, or appear confined 
 
 In narrow limits, where the smallest harm 
 
o 
 
 THE NAZARENE. 
 
 Is done for purposes most true and kind ; 
 What is permitted need not cause alarm 
 To those who lean upon Our Parents' strong right 
 
 [arm. 
 
 LVIII. 
 
 All forces known unite to guard the soul 
 Of him that labors for the right and true; 
 
 The higher power can surely make us whole ; 
 The body slain by the infernal crew, 
 The spirit of the just will rise anew, 
 
 And, clothed in brighter beauty, it will burn 
 And all its enemies in time subdue ; 
 
 Its ashes may be wasting in the urn, 
 
 But it will overcome the wrong with justice stern. 
 
 LIX. 
 
 For principles can never die or change; 
 
 These elements eternal must abide ; 
 Though viewless in the earthly vision's range, 
 
 The mind's eye sees them on the other side 
 
 Of mortal things, and is with them allied ; 
 Our inner consciousness perceives the scope 
 
 Of this broad realm of principle, and wide 
 Its door swings open, as we doubting grope, 
 And the poor soul is flooded with the light of hope. 
 
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28 THE NAZAREXE. 
 
 C ANTO III. 
 
 THE CRUCIFIXION. 
 
 LX. 
 
 So taught the Nazarene, and much beside, 
 Which was not understood and was not kept; 
 
 But what was treasured serves us as a guide 
 To higher things o'er which his vision swept, 
 Despite the many errors that have crept 
 
 Into the record made from memory's page 
 When he with all the prophets long had slept; 
 
 So far ahead was he in wisdom sage 
 
 That what he taught is now beyond our later age. 
 
 LXI. 
 
 But this true teacher, with unselfish soul, 
 Who worked in love for all humanity, 
 
 Awoke the wrath of those who had control, 
 
 And on this earth are called "the powers that be ;" 
 Their craven hearts were filled with fear lest he 
 
 Should cause the people to reject their sway; 
 And all the jealous priests desired to see 
 
 This teacher of the people made a prey 
 
 To the brute ignorance and malice of the day. 
 
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THE XAZAREXE. 
 
 hXIl. 
 
 He was accused, and then at last betrayed; 
 
 One who was close to him, whom he had taught, 
 Wide from the path of right and honor strayed 
 
 And was, through love of paltry lucre, bought ; 
 
 When by his foes the Nazarene was sought, 
 "Perdition's child " betrayed him with a kiss — 
 
 A token from the Prince of Darkness brought, 
 And breathing malice, like the serpent's hiss 
 When coiling round its victim with a hellish bliss. 
 
 LXIII. 
 
 'Tis ever thus; betrayal always comes 
 From those in whom we have reposed our trust; 
 
 Nought else so much our love and friendship 
 As this deceit and treachery unjust, [numbs 
 
 Which pierces thro' the heart with cruel thrust, 
 
 And shakes our faith and confidence in all ; 
 Remembrance of it eats like poison rust 
 
 Into the soul ; it is wormwood and gall 
 
 And hedges us around with doubt as with a pall. 
 
 LXIV. 
 
 Why must it be? Why must the heart's best trait 
 Be made a source of misery and pain ? 
 
 Wh} r is the wolf in wool allowed to mate 
 With innocence, instead of being slain! 
 And why was Abel killed instead of Cain? 
 
 The realm of murder is the realm below, 
 
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THE NAZARENE. 
 
 And hence come all the false and treacherous 
 B^y base example, we are taught to know [train; 
 And guard against this source of vile deceit and wo. 
 
 LXV. 
 
 If we are ever on our guard, and watch. 
 Some trace of treachery we may descry ; 
 
 By hard experience, we learn to scotch 
 Or kill the slimy snake that wriggles by 
 To charm us with the glitter of its eye ; 
 
 Until the teachings of the Christ prevail, 
 Like him must now and then a victim die, 
 
 To warn mankind, who listen to the tale, 
 
 To shun the low and upward turn their faces pale. 
 
 LXVI. 
 
 The Nazarene, forsaken by his friends, 
 
 Who powerless had become to give him aid, 
 
 Now stood alone, but calm with faith that lends 
 Reproachful dignity, and makes afraid 
 The guilty who their guilty hands have laid 
 
 Upon the sinless ; with confounding speech 
 He met the questions cunningly arrayed 
 
 To trap him with their answers, and to reach 
 
 Some point seditious he was wont hi* friends to. 
 
 [teach. 
 
 LXVII. 
 
 The priests were his accusers and appealed 
 Unto the superstitions of the crowd ; 
 
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THE XAZAEEXE. 
 
 Their charge was blasphemy, and they revealed 
 A fiendish jealous}-, while they allowed 
 Themselves to labor with the rich and proud 
 
 Against the life of him who loved the poor; 
 The}" wished him and his teachings in the shroud ; 
 
 They knew their wicked reign could not endure 
 
 His doctrine of just rule that would all evil cure. 
 
 LXVIII. 
 
 Finding no guilt upon the pris'ner's head,, 
 The Court would fain release the Nazarene ; 
 
 Appealing to the rabble, loud it said : 
 "According unto custom, choose between 
 Barrabas and this man of gentle mien;" 
 
 Barrabas was a robber widely known, 
 And him they chose, as all the world hath seen — 
 
 For robber rule, from highway to the throne, 
 
 The people ever since have owned with helpless 
 
 [moan. 
 
 LXIX. 
 
 "What shall we do with the accused '?" the court 
 Asked of the howding multitude at hand ; 
 
 "Let him be crucified!" they, hot for sport, 
 Exclaimed with brutal fury; the demand 
 The court obeyed, to please the senseless band 
 
 Of fiends in flesh that hungered for the blood 
 Of him who had been wont for them to stand 
 
THE NAZARENE. 
 
 Against oppression's wrong, and whom they should 
 Have sought to save, as he to save them oft had 
 
 [stood. 
 
 LXX. 
 
 The witnesses were dumb, the court ashamed, 
 Because against him it no evil found ; 
 
 And so, perplexed, it openly proclaimed 
 Unto the brutal mob that gathered round, 
 In hope its unjust fury to confound ; 
 
 But, unappeased, it clamored all the more, 
 
 And cried, " Let him be crucified !" — a sound 
 
 Most terrifying when its vicious roar 
 
 Falls on the ears of one who sees his race is o'er. 
 
 LXXI. 
 
 The court again declared it found no wrong 
 
 In him, and others mercy for him plead ; 
 It washed its hands before the crazy throng, 
 
 And said its blood would rest upon its head ; 
 
 "On us be all the blame ; let it be shed ! 
 We will that the pretender should be slain!" 
 
 As well appeal to the insensate dead 
 As the insensate mob ; for it was plain 
 The priests had fired the mass and deep their plans 
 
 [had lain. 
 
 LXXII. 
 
 And they declared him pestilent and bad, 
 Who revolutionary doctrines taught ; 
 
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 THE XAZAREXE. ' 33 
 
 He lacked respect for caste and wealth, and had 
 No love of earthly glory; and he sought 
 To treat all worldly pomp and pride as nought, 
 
 And thus to set distinctions all aside; 
 
 His democratic doctrines were so fraught 
 With reason, and the love of man so wide, 
 That titled greed and craft for his destruction 
 
 | sighed. 
 
 LXXIII. 
 
 But, as they feared the populace, they first 
 Belied and then reviled him to the crowd; 
 
 They held him up as one who should be cursed — 
 As one who never ought to be allowed 
 To live and tread the earth; and they avowed 
 
 With sinners and the low he drank and ate. 
 Associate of the meek and not the proud, 
 
 And brought him in contempt with those of late 
 
 He had befriended, and their hearts were turned to 
 
 [hate 
 
 Lxxrv. 
 
 So he was doomed to die upon the cross; 
 
 They led him forth amid the raging throng, 
 Too dark and dull to feel a sense of loss 
 
 For one who tried to teach and make them strong ; 
 
 And as with anguish torn he passed along, 
 They jeered and spat upon him, and they smote 
 
 Him with their cruel blows, nor felt the wrong 
 
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THE NAZARENE. 
 
 They heaped upon him, while the priests remote 
 Stood by to view the tragedy and mock and gloat. 
 
 LXXV. 
 
 His course was toward the dark and bloody hill 
 Of Calvary ; the heavy cross he bore 
 
 Broke down his feeble frame; despite his will, 
 He fainted by the way, while soldiers swore 
 And lifted him and pressed him on before; 
 
 A crown of thorns is placed upon his brow, 
 And hailing him as king, the mob adore, 
 
 And tauntingly demand of him to go, 
 
 And by this miracle his Godlike power show. 
 
 LXXVI 
 
 Poor pupils of blind teachers, what a sight! 
 
 How superstition warps the human mind ! 
 These children of delusion and the night 
 
 Are calling out for miracles, to And 
 
 This trick of crafty priesthood is designed 
 To bind them tighter and to sink them lower; 
 
 But long indeed it takes to lift mankind 
 Out of these depths and show them that n^ more 
 Are miracles performed, because this cheat is o'er. 
 
 LXXVII. 
 
 The Nazarene upon the cross is nailed, 
 And lifted up between two noted thieves; 
 
 Of Jews the king is he derisive hailed ; 
 In spite of mortal pain, his spirit grieves, 
 
THE NAZARENE. 
 
 And with convulsive sobs his bosom heaves, 
 To see the darkness of the human soul ; 
 
 Turning within, to what he fain believes, 
 The shades of doubt across his vision roll, 
 And desolation's bells ring out their mournful toll. 
 
 LXXVIII. 
 
 But suffring thus and bearing gross abuse, 
 
 His heart still beats with pity for the mass; 
 And while his eyes the blinding tears suffuse, 
 
 They wander o'er the crowd, in which, alas! 
 
 There was no pity felt for him, and as 
 The cruel soldier coldly pierced him through, 
 
 The heavens frowning like a sky of brass, 
 He cried aloud, with all these foes in view: 
 "Father forgive them, for thej T know not what they 
 
 [do!" 
 
 LXXIX. 
 
 In agony of body and of mind, 
 
 His soul still clinging to the suffring clay, 
 His struggling spirit sought in vain to find 
 
 Relief from torture's unrelenting sway; 
 
 He found it gave him no relief to pray, 
 His eyes continued still the world to see, 
 
 Which had deserted him and willed to slay, 
 And lifting up his voice beseechingly, 
 He cried: "My God, My God, hast thou forsaken 
 
 [me?" 
 
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 36 THE NAZABENE. 
 
 LXXX. 
 
 Bui kindly death at last brought him relief, 
 
 As it will bring relief to all who dan- 
 And suffer in this world of pain and grief; 
 
 To him had been accorded full his share; 
 
 His burden oft was all that he could bear, 
 But well he did his work, and made his mark 
 
 Upon the ages, and his murderers stare 
 Adown the vista, standing pale and stark 
 Amid the light divine that glimmers through the 
 
 "[dark. 
 
 LXXX I. 
 
 And thus the noblest man on earth was slain 
 For striving to lift up his fellow man ; 
 
 He sought to loosen superstition's chain, 
 And give unto the earth a higher plan 
 Of life and morals, placing in the van 
 
 Justice and truth, with love and mercy blent; 
 He founded no religion, but began 
 
 By teaching highest morals where he went, 
 
 And through the understanding sought the mind's 
 
 [consent. 
 Lxxxri. 
 
 But what he taught was dimly understood 
 By those who heard, because their minds were 
 
 On something supernatural, which would [set 
 
 Defy all understanding and beget 
 A sense of fear and awe in all ; and yet 
 
THE NAZARENE. 37 
 
 What kind ot evidence is that which none 
 
 Can comprehend, and must confuse when met? 
 What need of miracles? Is not the sun 
 A miracle enough in sight of every one? 
 
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THE NAZABENE. 
 
 CANTO IV. 
 
 THE APPLICATION. 
 
 LXXXIII. 
 
 The life of .man does not expire with death ; 
 
 His deeds die not the moment they are done ; 
 There's life depending not on mortal breath, 
 
 And deeds have their eternal course to run ; 
 
 And man's career, when once on earth begun, 
 Becomes immortal, and forevermore 
 
 Bears sway amid the forces of the sun, 
 And sends its waves from boundless shore to shore ; 
 In endless Now, it knows no after or before. 
 
 LXXXIV. 
 
 So in this world, men live through all the time 
 
 That follows in the pathway of their day; 
 The evil perishes, but deeds sublime 
 
 Forever bear their renovating sway; 
 
 And thoughts go forth in orderly array, 
 As messengers of truth, and ever fly 
 
 To carry tidings of the coming day 
 To all who will receive and gain there b\ ; 
 It is not all of life to live, nor death to die. 
 
THE NAZAREXE. 39 
 
 LXXXV. 
 
 But words are often misinterpreted, 
 
 And thoughts perverted from their meaning true ; 
 As rays of light that through a lens are shed 
 
 Invert the image that they carry through; 
 
 So thoughts by mind distorted lose their due 
 And purposed meaning, and assume a bad ; 
 
 There must be right and wrong, and old and new. 
 And things in good or evil may be clad 
 Within a realm of mingled forces — sane and mad. 
 
 LXXXVI. 
 
 So were the teachings of the Nazarene 
 
 Perverted to the use of basest end ; 
 The good and simple-minded fail to glean 
 
 The real meaning that his words portend, 
 
 And have not trod the paths which they com- 
 Upon this fatal weekness, cunning craft [mend ; 
 
 Has siezed with sharp avidity, to bend 
 The mind submissive to its will, and daft 
 With base success, has robbed and sneered, and 
 
 [laughed. 
 
 lxxxvii. 
 
 If any sought the priesthood to expose, 
 The laws of church and state, at quick command , 
 
 Most quickly came in force, their lips to close; 
 The same uplifted black and bloody hand 
 That crushed the Master crushes all who stand 
 
40 THE NAZARENE. 
 
 For principles of justice, truth and rrglit ; 
 
 They are a villainous and vicious band 
 Who seek throughout the earth to keep in night 
 The multidude of men and sway them through 
 
 [affright. 
 
 Oh, 'tis a sad and sick'uing sight to see 
 Men thus bereft of reason and of power, 
 
 Base elements supreme, and on the knee 
 The superstitious victims bend and cower 
 Before the chuckling tyrants of the hour! 
 
 Why cannot men lift up their eyes and see 
 God doth on all alike his blessings shower ! — 
 
 That Being's laws demand that equity 
 
 Shall rule both high and low, and all alike lie free' 
 
 The laws that rule himself God does not make 
 
 Nor has he power to change them in the least ; 
 No power cau add unto or from them take ; 
 
 Their force cannot be lessened nor increased; 
 
 None but the selfish and deceptive priest 
 Claims to have power to change eternal law; 
 
 If God should break the law, the judgment sees! 
 Tiiat he upon himself would surely draw 
 The penalty in all its force, abated not a straw. 
 
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 THE NAZABENE. 41 
 
 XC. 
 
 One sul stance, in its endless shapes and forms, 
 Comprises all ; these shapes and forms arise 
 
 From chaos and from nothingness to warm 
 And sentient beings, full of love and wise 
 In knowledge and in will to supervise 
 
 The movements of the lower forms of power; 
 No end to this unfolding, in it lies 
 
 The secret of all being, which can tower 
 
 Through all the possible beyond the present hour. 
 
 xci. 
 What we believe or disbelieve is ours, 
 
 And rests on what we know or do not know; 
 'Tis not for others to condemn our powers, 
 
 Nor question why our views are thus or so; 
 
 We should lie honest with ourselves, and go 
 The way our judgment and the spirit move; 
 
 If we the moral law observe, and show 
 A just regard for others' rights, we prove 
 That we the children are of justice, light and love. 
 
 Mil. 
 
 Belief without conviction of the mind 
 Is gross illusion, and of no effect ; 
 
 Professed believers in blind creeds will find 
 Their better reason, one day, will reject 
 The affirmation. Then they may expect 
 
 To find they have been fed on empty air; 
 
42 THE NAZARENE. 
 
 Their faith will be unable to selecl 
 A sound and stable footing anywhere — 
 The real substance having blown away in prayer. 
 
 xctii. 
 
 Belief in falses and in sophistries 
 
 Is base delusion, and the soul enslaves; 
 It girds itself about with mysteries 
 
 Which totally obscure the light that saves; 
 
 In vain the captivated spirit raves 
 And tries itself from phantasies to free ; 
 
 The pitfalls open, like so many graves, 
 To fill the struggling soul with misery. 
 Until all conscious being it would gladly flee. 
 
 XCIV. 
 
 By selfish parting from the world in cold 
 
 And bare seclusion, no good end is gained ; 
 It propagates self-righteousness, and mold 
 
 Of egotism fouls the feeble brained 
 
 Who think that by this course the peace attained 
 Their future chance for glory will exalt; 
 
 'Twere better far for them to have remained 
 And borne, -if they could not remove, the fault 
 That made them in their works of all good doing 
 
 [halt. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 Men strange ideas of forgiveness hold, 
 As if some arbitrary will could change 
 
THE NAZARESE. 
 
 The workings of eternal law and mould 
 The nature of existence; it is strange 
 
 The human reason should so vaguely range 
 And entertain such thoughts, because of old 
 
 A wily priesthood taught to town and grange 
 That it had power the keys of ileav'u to hold, 
 And all the favors of the future life controlled. 
 
 XCVI. 
 
 'Twas bold and dev'lish such a claim to make, 
 And thus enslave the poor untutored mind, 
 
 A selfish thirst for power aiid gold to slake ; 
 And all who play for such a stake will find 
 That all the gains of hell and earth combined 
 
 Cannot reward the fearful loss of soul ; 
 For all the gains will soon be left behind, 
 
 While all the loss will follow and control, 
 
 And awful terrors o'er the darkened spirit roll. 
 
 X( VII. 
 
 Our being's laws cannot lie set aside, 
 Like arbitrary man-made statutes — for 
 
 Our being's laws are natural and wide, 
 And deep, and lasting as the spirit; nor 
 Can they be changed in all their workings, or 
 
 Be ought but what they seem and really are — 
 A part of us; and we must e'er abhor 
 
 The thought that they can perish, or life's car 
 
 Can ever roll save toward our hope's eternal star. 
 
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 4t THE NAZARENE. 
 
 XCVIII. 
 
 If one of nature's laws we break, tlie pain 
 
 Of violated law is surely ours; 
 If we escape the tire, we must refrain 
 
 From its consuming presence; and what powers 
 
 Have we to save ourselves, if we from towers 
 Or precipices cast ourselves, or fall? 
 
 Before the laws of matter reason cowers; 
 80 moral laws unchanging over all 
 Hold sway immutable, and govern great and small 
 
 XCIX. 
 
 Men must observe the moral law and lead 
 Lives void of all offense against mankind, 
 
 If they would shun all future pain; the deed 
 And not the creed is what the sanest mind 
 Perceives has value ; 'tis the uncontined 
 
 And independent soul that upward soars; 
 No blind belief or unbelief can find 
 
 The narrow path that leads to wisdom's doors, 
 
 Nor fly — it is condemned to creep upon all-fours. 
 
 c. 
 
 But motives more than deeds expose the heart; 
 The purpose and the feeling that inspire 
 
 Index the status and decide the part ; 
 Good deeds performed from vain or base desire 
 Have not the power to lift the actor higher, 
 
 Nor have they merit in themselves, though good 
 
THE NAZAtlENE. 45 
 
 May follow, and the evil may retire; 
 As man '8 condition, so will be bis mood, 
 Ana such bis status in the common Brotherhood. 
 
 cr. 
 
 The good do kindly deeds from love of good; 
 
 The wise do right from love of what is right ; 
 Their love of justice is a constant mood, 
 
 And principles are precious in their sight; 
 
 They are not vain to bring their deeds to light, 
 Though all their acts are done in open day; 
 
 By nature they are children of the light ; 
 They do not from the path of duty stray. 
 But steadily pursue the straight and narrow way. 
 
 en. 
 Not our religion, but our morals, then, 
 
 Concern the world and give the right to chide; 
 To rule the world by blind religion, men 
 
 For ages most disastrously have tried, 
 
 And, with hell-born tenacity and pride, 
 Have broken every law of love and right; 
 
 Reason and common sense they have defied, 
 And worked with all the powers of hell and night ; 
 The angels shudder at the thought of such a sight. 
 
 cm. 
 
 We need not more religion on the earth, 
 
 But higher morals in our daily lives ; 
 Coward professions are of little worth 
 
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 40 THE NAZARENE. 
 
 When scarce a spark of manliness survives, 
 And base hypocrisy on falsehood thrives; 
 Outspoken honesty is thrust aside, 
 
 And canting cunning artfully contrives. 
 Through vile influences and craft, to ride 
 Into all posts of trust upon corruption's tide. 
 
 CIV. 
 
 Obsequious members of a creeping throng, 
 Who never for themselves have dared to act, 
 
 Or speak, or think, or upright move along, 
 The people are the victims of a pact 
 To which they were not parties; and, in fact, 
 
 The pact is an informal one, but rules, 
 With force most terrible and most exact ; 
 
 The church for ages having made them fools, 
 
 It now is nothing strange that Mammon makes 
 
 [them tools. 
 cv. 
 
 The churches all arc Mammon's, and their spires, 
 Like fingers, point to heav'n in mocking scorn; 
 
 Upon their altars burn unholy fires; 
 
 Their bells, that clangor every Sunday morn, 
 Proclaim with iron tongues whence they were 
 
 They stand between the human and divine, [born; 
 And thus obscure the light of dawning morn 
 
 That must ere long in its effulgence shine 
 
 With knowledge, lighting up the workshop and 
 
 the mine. 
 
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THE KAZAREXE 
 
 (VI. 
 
 It would appear th:it all the powers of hell 
 Their forces had combined to hide the truth; 
 
 .' -vl they their purpose have accomplished well; 
 Tor very difficult it is, forsooth, 
 For older minds or less matured youth, 
 
 To gather from the preacher's words a grain 
 Of practical import to help or soothe 
 
 The workings of an honest heart or brain; [slain. 
 
 Not only Jesus Christ, but common sense, they've 
 
 (VII. 
 
 The}- vex the mind with words and phrases vague, 
 
 And feed the soul on husks mildewed and dry. 
 The sea and earth they compass, like a plague; 
 
 Wherever they prevail, good morals die; 
 
 Nor is it difficult to answer why; 
 Their babble is about a bath of blood; 
 
 They boldly pass the understanding by, 
 As if the murder of a victim could 
 Atone, by mere belief, for outrage on the good. 
 
 CVIIT. 
 
 They put religion first and morals last, 
 As if belief in what nobody knows 
 
 Were paramount to holding justice fast, 
 
 And could secure relief from pains and woes 
 Which come from violated law; (here flows 
 
 Thro' all their teaching such a muddy vein 
 
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43 THE NAZARENE. 
 
 Of the impracticable that it shows 
 They do not understand what they would feign 
 Have others blindly follow and accept their reign. 
 
 crx. 
 
 Religion is no guide, no guarantee; 
 
 The most religious often are the worst; 
 The most devout most ignorant inay be. 
 
 And with a fiendish disposition cursed, 
 
 That augurs in their conduct all the worst 
 Of what frail human creatures can achieve; 
 
 The church hath every evil passion nursed 
 And says it will from sin and crime relieve 
 Offenders who pay tribute money and believe! 
 
 ex. 
 And so religion oft is made the cloak 
 
 Of basest action and the vilest sin; 
 Whether we wear the lustful Mormon yoke, 
 
 Or murder witches, who can look within 
 
 To judge of our sincerity'? Begin 
 Upon a moral base, and we can tell 
 
 The status by the methods used to win ; 
 But man's religion, guess we e'er so well, 
 We know not by his deeds — if born of heav'n or 
 
 [hell. 
 
 CXI. 
 
 Not his religious but his moral code 
 Decides the daily conduct of the man; 
 
THE KAZAREFE. 49 
 
 His moral nature is the true abode 
 Of all his motives; and we see him plan 
 In strict accordance with his morals. Can 
 
 We on religion base our human laws 
 
 And make them just ? No. We must place a ban 
 
 On all attempts to have religion's cause 
 
 Espoused by statesmen to secure a vain applause. 
 
 cxir. 
 
 All men who have within them hearts of flesh 
 Must shudder at the bloody record made 
 
 By men full of religious zeal, who, fresh 
 Have at the church's gloomy sanctum prayed, 
 And all their sins of past commission laid 
 
 Upon its altar, claiming they had won 
 God's special favor and his power arrayed 
 
 Upon their side — and who have foully done, 
 
 In dark religion's name, all crimes beneath the sun. 
 
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THE NAZARENE. 
 
 CANTO AT. 
 
 THE SECOND COMING. 
 CXII. 
 
 The Nazarene was but a simple man, 
 
 And played his part as others theirs should play ; 
 He came to teach no supernatural plan 
 
 For washing mankind's selfish sins away, 
 
 But hade them live uprightly every clay — 
 In strict accord with all the laws divine, 
 
 And bow no more to Mammon's evil sway; 
 In many ways he let his wisdom shine, 
 And taught that precept and example should 
 
 [combine, 
 cxrv. 
 It was a simple doctrine that he brought, 
 
 And applicable now, and through all time; 
 No superstitious forms or creeds he taught, 
 
 But upright living and a faith sublime 
 
 In moral law, and a desire to climb 
 The steeps of knowledge and philosophy; 
 
 All selfish doctrines with the ages rime 
 Before the melting sun of love must flee, [free. 
 Right take the place of might and all the world be 
 
THE KAZAREXE. 51 
 
 CXV. 
 Truth cannot always be, as now, ignored, 
 
 Nor justice be forever set aside; 
 One day there'll be a "coining of the Lord," 
 
 That will humiliate all human pride; 
 
 And woe to them by whom he is denied; 
 He'll come in form of simple truth and right, 
 
 And all the doors of justice open wide ; 
 All lover's of the just will hail the sight, 
 And only those will mourn whose deeds bear not 
 
 the light. 
 
 cxvi. 
 The right of all to life, and light, and air, 
 
 Must be conceded by the great and small, 
 And equity must govern everywhere ; 
 
 The rich will some day find they have a call 
 
 To share their surplus with the least of all, 
 And all the strong give aid unto the weak ; 
 
 The cause of education on this ball 
 Must be extended unto all who seek, 
 And pride must have a fall and mingle with the 
 
 [weak, 
 cxvn. 
 Which is the greater, to adorn your house 
 
 And build surroundings pleasing to the eye, 
 Or help your need}' neighbor to arouse, 
 
 And give him fresh encouragement to try 
 
 And be the social equal of the high, 
 
THE .\aza::kxk. 
 
 With longings to attain the higher berth 
 
 That's possible to all beneath the sky? 
 Who would not rather till the land with mirth, 
 Ami beautify the men and women of the earth? 
 
 (XVIII. 
 
 Why make companions of insensate things, 
 
 And all your better self beneath them smothery 
 
 Who would not rather share the joy that clings 
 To one poor soul that loves to call him brother V 
 In the injunction, " Love ye one another," 
 
 Are opened gates of happiness and joy 
 To him who heeds it well, ami to no other, 
 
 That do not all the soul's tine senses cloy— 
 
 Treasures of Heav'n on earth, having no base alloy. 
 
 cxix. 
 To beautify the earth, her children lift, 
 
 And till with light the minds now dull ami dark, 
 Is far more precious than would be the gift 
 
 Of all the sordid wealth of town and park. 
 
 Which does not own a solitary spark 
 Of conscious life to thrill with gratitude; 
 
 Why will not thinking men and women hark 
 And. with their selfish feelings well subdued. 
 Consent to try the path the Xa/.arene pursued? 
 
 cxx. 
 
 "We want the living Christ in active life, 
 And not the worship of him crucified; 
 
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 THE NAZARENE. 53 
 
 There is no power to end the cruel strife, 
 
 By telling to the hungry how he died, 
 
 Or what in mortal agon}' he cried, 
 When dying on the cross because he tore 
 
 The vesture of hypocrisy aside 
 And preached the gospel of the suffering poor; 
 The soul is dead that is not moved to something 
 
 [more, 
 cxxi. 
 The poor are always with you, and will be 
 
 Until they are restored their right to share 
 In all the gifts of heaven which we see 
 
 Has been provided for them everywhere; 
 
 They stand in need of justice, not of prayer; 
 Until accorded justice it is vain 
 
 To preach or pray for them ; let those beware 
 Who still continue to withhold the gain 
 Of wealth unfairly taken from their toil and pain. 
 
 cxxir. 
 When men shall cease their baying of the moon, 
 
 Whining, like puppies whipped, in weak dispair. 
 And through the practical work for a boon, 
 
 Instead of breathing out their souls in prayer, 
 
 Wasting their substance on the desert air, 
 A change for good will come without delay, 
 
 And peace and plenty will their blessings bear; 
 No miracle will wash their sins away, [clay*. 
 
 But justice done will bring the bright millennial 
 
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 51 THE NAZARENE. 
 
 cxxin. 
 Man would be saved in all his selfish sins, 
 
 And keep on worshiping his earthly gods; 
 But reformation never thus begins; 
 
 Against it ever stands a fearful odds, 
 
 So long as he in Mammon's service plods. 
 And scrambles here to hoard for self alone; 
 
 Debasing competition soaks the rods [moan, 
 
 That scourge him to the death, and make him 
 While he by servile worship would his sins condone. 
 
 CXX1V. 
 
 One class by sharp finances ever prey 
 
 Upon the others, and, by their per cent., 
 Extort their tribute, in a subtle way, 
 
 Through the machinery of government ; 
 
 Another, on its selfish schemes intent, 
 Controls the railroads and the paths of trade, 
 
 And on all things along these channels sent 
 A heavy tribute over cost is laid, 
 And government permits where'er it does not aid. 
 
 cxxv. 
 
 The politicians, bent on place and job, 
 Are ever busy with their annual " steals;" 
 
 While each retainer who contrives to rob 
 The public treasury contented feels 
 A sort of ownership in all the wheels 
 
 Of shrewd machinery which bring him grist; 
 
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THE NAZABENE. 
 
 The speculator, with his cunning ''deals," 
 Knows ''margins" well, and how the "corners" twist 
 Ti.e unearned thousands from the losers in the list. 
 
 cxxvr. 
 Dealers in trade competitive soon learn 
 
 Producer and consumer may lie shorn; 
 While, like so many wolves, each in his turn 
 
 Seeks how his fat companions may he torn, 
 
 And their accumulations may he home, 
 By business sharp, into his coffer's till; 
 
 Tis nought to him if needy people mourn; 
 All work for self-aggrandizement, and will 
 To crush out rivalry, nor care for good or ill. 
 
 cxxvn. 
 And thus monopoly in every shape 
 
 Preys on the people and their suhstance draws; 
 And it is versed in many ways to rape 
 
 Their virtue, and to fill its hungry maws; 
 
 'Tis given sanction through unholy laws 
 For all it does, and neither church nor state 
 
 In all the rohbery can see a cause 
 To rise against this power insatiate, 
 Which gathers millions at a most alarming rate. 
 
 cxxvm. 
 What use unto the world are millionaires? 
 
 What good unto themselves or to their kind V 
 Monopolizing other people's shares, 
 
: <§, 
 
 THE NAZARENE. 
 
 Their narrow souls within themselves confined, 
 Conspiracy before and fraud behind, 
 They wither ere they die, while poor men slave; 
 
 Great in their littleness of heart and mind, 
 The toilers they despise and think it brave 
 To roundly villify the wronged at whom tliey rave. 
 
 CXXIX. 
 
 'Tis true the mass are ignorant; what shame 
 
 Rests on them for the thing they never had? 
 On those who kept them ignorant the blame 
 
 Must rest, if they are either dull or bad; 
 
 Oh, it is terrible as well as sad 
 That in a world so full of all things good, 
 
 Their souls and bodies should be poorly clad ; 
 Their richer fellows should have nobly stood [hood. 
 For right and truth and an enlightened Brother- 
 
 cxxx. 
 
 The robbing of the toilers is a sin 
 
 That cries aloud unto the very throne 
 Of Justice; and its practice is akin 
 
 To that of starving infants — for the grown 
 
 Are only infants of a larger bone, 
 But starved in intellect as well as frame ; 
 
 For this offense the robbers must atone 
 And somewhere give account for every aim 
 Whereby this fearful wrong and degradation came. 
 
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 THE NAZARENE. 57 
 
 CXXXI 
 
 The thrones of earth are rocking with the throes 
 
 Of threatened revolution, and the mass 
 Of toiling millions, in their bitter woes. 
 
 Is seething like a cauldron; but, alas! 
 
 The cup of bitterness can never pass, 
 And to its dregs they must its contents drain; 
 
 The mitrailleuse will mow their ranks like grass, 
 Blood run like water, and tears fall like rain, 
 When they attempt their freedom and their rights 
 
 [to gain. 
 
 cxxxn 
 A heartless aristocracy and proud 
 
 Now rules with iron rod ; but o'er them hangs 
 A dark and angry and a bloody cloud, 
 
 That soon will drip with gore ; anon the clangs 
 
 Of steel and pike, and more portentous bangs 
 Of clubs and hurling missiles will proclaim 
 
 The raging conflict, while each fiber tw r angs 
 AVith feeling most intense, and aimless aims 
 Of wretched mobs the towns and cities wrap in 
 
 [flames. 
 
 (XXXIII. 
 
 Why cannot men be wise '? — why not be just, 
 And grant to all their portion in this world ? 
 
 Why will they let themselves be ruled by lust 
 Until avenging shafts, by justice hurled, 
 
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THE NAZARENE. 
 
 Shall smite them to the death, and vapors curled 
 A-bove their ruined homes shall show to all 
 The place where tyrants were from pow'r whirl'd, 
 
 While just men smiled to see the monsters fall, 
 But mourned the pride that would not heed the 
 
 [warning; call. 
 
 cxxxiv. 
 But it must come, ami will come, in the train 
 
 Of dire disaster that wrong-doing brings; 
 Tis only by the blood of millions slain 
 
 The world can rid itself of priests and kings — 
 
 Those pests of nations, worse than worthless 
 Who ride upon the back of honest toil ; [things. 
 
 They are a blind and cruel set. that clings 
 As hungry leaeh to those who sweat and broil 
 For bare subsistenee, in the shop and on the soil. 
 
 rxxxv. 
 At last, when eloses tribulation's reign. 
 
 The punished people will anclose their eyes: 
 The sun of righteousness will shine so plain, 
 
 That they will hail its rays in glad surprise; 
 
 By long outrage and suffering made wise, 
 Co-operative principles will gain 
 
 Ascendancy; through governments will rise 
 True systems of exchanges which attain 
 The ends of justice, on the land and on the main. 
 
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 ( XXXVI. 
 All class distinctions then will i»;»~-, away, 
 
 All nations bave one statute and one creed ; 
 Then government machinery will play 
 
 The parts demanded by the public need ; 
 
 None will be privileged, bo hoik- will breed 
 Dissension or pervert the ways of deal; 
 
 All will resisl the robbery of greed; 
 So all tin- rights of Brotheihood will feel, 
 And labor for promotion of the public weal. 
 
 CX XXVII. 
 
 Thus Christ will conic and thus will judgment 
 
 Tbro'out the earth and on ihe rolling sea, [come, 
 Till honest truth -hall strike offenders dumb 
 
 And tiu- enslaved are willingly Bet free; 
 
 No rest for tyrants can there over be, 
 Till justice they accord to all, and then 
 
 All partial government will quickly flee, 
 As night before the sun, Christ come again, 
 With justice, peace on earth, and true good will to 
 
 fiu en. 
 
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 THE KAZAUENE. 
 
 CANT O V I . 
 
 WORDS OF HOPE. 
 
 XXXVIII. 
 
 We now return to where our theme began 
 
 And contemplate our being's destiny; 
 Existence here is narrowed to a span ; 
 
 But every soul longs for eternity, 
 
 In which it may unfold in ecstacy, 
 And fill the measure of its boundless hope ; 
 
 Harmoniously and ever blissfully, 
 In radiant gloiy it would ever ope. 
 And with the pleasing problem of its being cope. 
 
 cxxxix. 
 
 All being moves in circles, and the end 
 
 In the beginning always will be found; 
 The seed we plant hath in it power to send, 
 
 When we have placed it in the nursing ground, 
 
 A tide of life like to its own around 
 To other seeds that will repeat the roll 
 
 Of evolution; and all things abound 
 With power to reproduce themselves. The soul 
 Hath reproductive powers, and typifies the Whole. 
 
THE NAZARENB. 
 
 CXI,. 
 
 The male and female elements unite 
 
 To generate all forms and shapes, and give 
 
 The vital impulse that, in love and light, 
 In turn shall reproduce their kind. We live 
 In endless growth and joy, and, representative 
 
 Of what has been or may be drawn from night 
 And chaos, our unfolding souls covive 
 
 The elements of life that hi.ve the might 
 
 To form around us spheres of beauty infinite. 
 
 ex LI. 
 In the beginning is the end. Our work 
 
 Is first in spirit done; and then perhaps 
 It never is externalized. We shirk 
 
 The burden of the physical, or lapse 
 
 For want of energy. Perchance the traps 
 Of some deep hidden force invade our path, 
 
 And this our efforts in confusion wraps — 
 Our spirit realm is mown like aftermath, 
 And all the mind's concepts are doomed to blight 
 
 [ing rath. 
 
 CXLII. 
 
 When mind conceives, it hath the end in view, 
 And labors with all means to reach the end; 
 
 All powers intelligent this mode pursue, 
 And all existence to this mode mu> t bend 
 And work as doth the law of Being tend ; 
 
Tin: XAZARKXE. 
 
 We think id circles; each and every thought 
 
 Returns unto ourselves; thoughts comprehend 
 The smaller circles, or may be are caught 
 In larger ones which are involved in what is 
 
 [sought. 
 
 CXI. III. 
 
 Thus we have circles within circles, wheels 
 In wheels, as suns and planets course 
 
 Within the larger orbits of the fields 
 Wherein the stars revolve. All move by force 
 Of fundamental law, which is the source 
 
 Of motion — or, at least, it governs all ; 
 All minds and realms obey this law — the hoarse 
 
 Tempest that cometh with a thunder-call. 
 
 And boundless ethers that surround each earthly 
 
 [ball. 
 
 CXI. IV. 
 
 So we are drifting on — flies on the wheels 
 
 Of destiny's revolving forces grand ; 
 And every living soul a potence feels 
 
 To mould or mar by its self-willed command ; 
 
 And yet it sees that power on every hand 
 Is moving all things, heeding not its will; 
 
 Its power is all derived; it could not stand 
 A moment, if alone it had to fill 
 Its sphere of action, be it one of good or ill. 
 
 cxi.v. 
 And yet it is an atom of the whole, 
 
THE NAZAREXE. 
 
 And with the whole must ever stand or fall; 
 It plays its part in the eternal roll. 
 
 In wliirh there really is no great or small, 
 
 But each must fill his place in serving all ; 
 To he (dated with self-consequence, 
 
 Or how despond ingly and basely crawl, 
 Is equally and error or offense 
 That has its origin in darkness most intense. 
 
 cxi.vr. 
 But man shall not forever dwell in night; 
 
 All things are moving toward a higher state; 
 The clouds of darkness melt before the light 
 
 Toward which all living beings gravitate; 
 
 A little more of growth and man will mate 
 In earthly life with those who've gone before; 
 
 The soul will openly communicate 
 With angels on the now forbidden shore; 
 Knowledge will banish doubt, and worship be no 
 
 [more- 
 
 CXIiVTI. 
 
 Our Godlike destiny none will deny 
 
 When superstition's clouds have rolled away; 
 The star of faith will light the future's sky 
 
 And common sense and reason have their sway; 
 
 The church will disappear in that glad day, 
 And truth, and right, and justice be supreme; 
 
 Light from above will shed its healing ray 
 
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 04 THE XAZARENE. 
 
 O'er all the earth, and men will cease to dream 
 Of selfish ends, but be in spirit what they seem. 
 
 cxlviit. 
 
 Dishonest, scheming business will be o'er; 
 
 And refuges for poverty and crime, 
 And the insane, will not be needed more; 
 
 All sharing equally, the fearful mime 
 
 Of folly's reign, and all the moral slime 
 Of politics and law will disappear; 
 
 No longer seen upon the shores of Time 
 "Will the impostor be; the sway of fear 
 Will quickty vanish in the bright millennial year. 
 
 CXLIX. 
 
 The righteous have all cause to hope, and none 
 To harbor doubt, or timidly to quake 
 
 At what is coming on the earth. The sun 
 Will not forget to shine, nor moon to take 
 Her orbits round the earth ; the world will shake 
 
 With moral forces, and the night and blood 
 Will be in the affairs of men, which make 
 
 The troubles that are coming like a flood 
 
 To swallow Mammon's host, and free the Brother- 
 
 [hood. 
 
 I'L. 
 
 The state of childish innocence brings peace, 
 
 Because of lack of knowledge of the ill ; 
 This unsophisticated state must cease 
 
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 THE XAZAREXE. 
 
 With the unfolding of the mind and will; 
 Taught by experience's bitter drill, 
 
 There come's the struggle of the growing mind 
 
 To rule, though selfish love, rebellious still, 
 Desires to have its sway and seeks to find 
 The means of breaking all the withes of law that 
 
 [bind. 
 
 CM. 
 
 Then comes the fearful struggle here on earth 
 
 Of good and evil in the human soul ; 
 The love holds will a captive from its birth — 
 
 And love desires the body, and to roll 
 
 In luxury of appetite, and stroll 
 Along forbidden paths of fleshly lust; 
 
 And, as the magnet turns unto the pole, 
 It turns to all material things that rust, 
 And trails subjected mind and soul in sordid dust. 
 
 clii. 
 
 The peace of wisdom comes when love submits, 
 And will is ruled by cultivated mind; 
 
 Then lasting innocence supremely sits 
 
 Upon the throne of conscience, and combined 
 Both love and wisdom rule in action kind, 
 
 And only in the good can find delight ; 
 Then truth and beauty, in the soul enshrined, 
 
 Hold joyous intercourse with right and might, 
 
 Which stand united now to rout the hosts of night. 
 
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THE NAZARENE. 
 
 CLTII. 
 Evil is action on a lower plane 
 
 Than that on which the judging spirit dwells, 
 And causes physical or moral pain ; 
 
 Conjunctions inharmonious make hells, 
 
 Involving all whom circumstance compels 
 Within the sphere of their malicious reigns; 
 
 The universal influence that wells 
 From the infernal spirit planes and gains 
 Control of men, is Satan hreathing from those 
 
 [planes. 
 
 CLIV. 
 
 The hell we suffer is the one we make, 
 Or others make for us, by evil ways; 
 
 From what w r e think, our deeds their color take; 
 By evil thoughts, we thread a mental maze 
 That folds us in its windings, and acraze 
 
 With incoherent forms that fill the mind, 
 We reel and stumble in the murky haze, 
 
 And learn it is forbidden thus to find 
 
 The straight and narrow way which virtue has 
 
 [aligned. 
 
 CLV. 
 
 As our condition fits us for our work, 
 So we are instruments of good or ill ; 
 
 We must do something, in or out the kirk, 
 And working with discriminative skill, 
 We learn to see the curse of evil will, 
 
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 THE NAZARENE. 
 
 While suffering and pain subdue the heart; 
 
 Thus we are brought a higher place to fill, 
 While conscience, with condemnatory smart, 
 Makes us resolve to choose and play a nobler part. 
 
 CLVI. 
 
 We see how hard it is for men to change 
 
 A craving appetite; how hard to drop 
 Indulgence of an evil habit. Strange 
 
 How inefficient is the will to stop 
 
 When once the passions have removed the prop 
 Of self-control. The victim falls a slave 
 
 And tumbles headlong from the sunny top 
 Of virtue's pinnacle. Henceforth the brave 
 Becomes a feeble wretch tossed on pollution's 
 
 [wave. 
 
 CLVII. 
 
 Since it is hard for man to work reform 
 When he is once confirmed in evil ways, 
 
 And every day he sees affections warm 
 Cooled by the viper that on others preys, 
 'Tis strange that he his manhood ever lays 
 
 On sin's uuholy altar, there to burn 
 In most debasing torments all his days, 
 
 And henceforth only sin's foul wages earn — 
 
 So hard it is for one astray to e'er return. 
 
 CLVIII. 
 
 Then if it is so very hard for men 
 To mend their broken ways while in this life, 
 
Till-: NAZARENE. 
 
 How can they hope to change their natures when 
 Their souls have passed beyond the earthly strife. 
 Like prisoners conquered in a contest rife 
 
 With good and evil, in which evil wins? 
 Wedded to ill. as husband unto wife, 
 
 There feeble souls, when spirit life begins. 
 
 Are little else but an embodiment of sins. 
 
 C'LIX. 
 
 Gone from a world of facts to one of laws. 
 
 The lever of the body cast aside. 
 From dealing with effect, they deal with cause; 
 
 Between the two there is a chasm wide. 
 
 And in the world of cause they must abide; 
 Themselves the cause, and of the evil kind, 
 
 How in their acts can good effects reside? 
 Here is a problem for the human mind 
 To ponder well ere self indulgence shall it bind. 
 
 CLX. 
 
 As our loves are, so are our lives. The things 
 We love are those which feed and clothe the soul ; 
 
 We choose the things we love; indulgence brings 
 The soul unto the level of the goal 
 Which we have chosen ; and it must control 
 
 Its future destiny. It sinks or soars 
 According to our lives, as to the pole 
 
 The needle turns and, by the force that pours 
 
 Along its length, is made magnetic like some ores. 
 
THE NAZARENE. 
 
 Cl.Xl. 
 
 The soul that once has risen moves in light, 
 And is companion of the angels high; 
 
 With vision clear, and Btrength'ning in its flight, 
 It leaves the earth behind without a sigh. 
 And rises, with an ever-bright'ning eye, 
 
 To where the harmony of all the spheres 
 Breaks on the ear as they go rolling by; 
 
 Though struggling still within this vale of tears, 
 
 It feels the sunshine sweet of God's eternal years. 
 
 ( [.XII. 
 
 Then cling not to the earth, but keep aloof 
 
 From all enslaving appetites, and fires 
 Of burning passions, and in wise reproof 
 
 Of all indulgence of the base desires; 
 
 An evil habit, when it once acquires 
 Ascendancy, rules with despotic sway; 
 
 Be free, and keep the soul above the mires 
 And quicksands of excess. Go not the way 
 The tempter leads ; keep soul and body from decay. 
 
 cxxni. 
 
 Roll on, oh ! wheels of power, and bring the day 
 
 That captive leads captivity. I hail 
 With joy each sign of coming change — each ray 
 
 Of dawning light that makes earth's stars turn 
 pale ; 
 
 Too long mine ears have heard the pleading wail 
 
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THE NAZAKENE. 
 
 And groans of the oppressed. The sodden ears 
 
 Of tyrants with more sodden conscience fail 
 To hear their cries or heed their falling tears ; 
 Rejoice, oh! earth, when rulers fall upon their 
 
 [spears. 
 
 CI. XIV. 
 
 I do not wish them pain, but wish them free; 
 
 They are the minions of as cruel foes, 
 That captive hold their souls as ruthlessly 
 
 As they tread down the sacred rights of those 
 
 Born equal with them. Let the bitter throes 
 That note a new born era rend the old 
 
 Till it has paid the cruel debt it owes 
 And given us an age of manlier mould — 
 An age of honest men who do not worship gold. 
 
 CLXV. 
 
 In such an age. the nuptial pair may dwell 
 In quiet peace and plenty, void of fear; 
 
 They will not feel, as now, the pangs of hell, 
 That broil the brain and send the scalding tear 
 Adown the cheek of want, or scorch and sear 
 
 The finer feelings of the loving heart 
 
 Till, life now grown a curse, they hail the bier 
 
 As bed of blest relief from every smart — 
 
 The emblem of oblivion — the end of cruel art. 
 
 CLXVI. 
 
 Oh! what a blest abode this earth will be 
 
 When each shall play his part, nor seek to gain 
 
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 THE XAZARKXE. 71 
 
 Possession or control of that which he 
 
 Knows well belongs to others, and refrain 
 From doing ought he sees will carry pain , 
 To other hearts, but seeks by noble deed 
 
 To aid his fellows, and with might and main 
 Sows broadcast every good and useful seed, 
 While killing root and branch the foul and noxious 
 
 [weed, 
 ci.xvn. 
 'Twill be a world of plenty, then, and joy, 
 
 And want will be a hideous memory; 
 The human passions will be chaste and coy; 
 The human reason will be clear and free; 
 Then human love will banish misery, 
 And each will feel the wrong that others feel ; 
 
 Justice in every human deal will be; 
 Against another none his heart will steel, 
 And all will plan and labor for the common weal. 
 
 cxxviir. 
 Come quickly, then, oh! year of jubilee; 
 
 Let all the powers of Heav'n and earth unite 
 To usher in the time that is to be; 
 Let us in earnest fight the noble fight, 
 Till every selfish soul is vanquished quite, 
 And every rule of wrong is set aside; 
 Then might will be united with the right — 
 : The cause for which the Christ was crucified— 
 The end for which the martyred good have lived 
 
 [and died. 
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THE NAZARENE. 
 
 CLXIX. 
 
 Who will not join in such a holy cause? 
 
 Who can refuse to join is less than man ; 
 Who works against it works against the laws 
 
 Of his own being and incurs the ban 
 
 Of justice, which will one day plan 
 Swift retribution on his guilty head ; 
 
 'Twere better for him if his course were ran 
 Ere he had left the soft maternal bed 
 And hell' around him had its baneful influence 
 
 [shed. 
 
 CLXX. 
 
 OhJ Parents of the Universe, to thee 
 If I might lift a prayer, and thou wouldst hear, 
 
 It would be that mine eyes might live to see 
 The promised resurrection that the seer, 
 Of olden and of modern times, with clear 
 
 Unclouded vision, hath to earth foretold — 
 When men to pruning-hook will turn the spear, 
 
 And swords will into shining plowshares mould — 
 
 Beginning of the New and ending of the Old. 
 
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 OTHER RHYMES. 73 
 
 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 A VISION.* 
 
 "I ha«l a dream which was noi all a dream." 
 
 I saw the earth, amid the depths of space 
 In clouds of blackness, rolling slow and dull ! 
 Athwart the clouds shot lightnings, red and fierce; 
 The angry billows of the blackness seethed 
 And surged in ceaseless strife, as if the hate 
 Of hell did boil and bubble from below! 
 The sight was fearful ! But an angel said: 
 "Haw faith, be strong, and you shall see the end." 
 
 The angel, facing toward the purple east, 
 Gave signal with his hand, when lo! a light 
 Was seen to break along the verge, and grow 
 So rapidly into a blaze of most 
 Transcendant glory, that my eves began 
 To fail me, and I fain would turn away, 
 
 *As actually seen in the waking state' ami described by the lamented 
 wife of the author, in the year 1858. 
 
 <S 
 
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 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 But had no power to turn. The angel saw [them, 
 
 And touched my eyes, when strength came hack to 
 
 And I prolonged my gaze, with wonder mixed, 
 
 Until the light, which bright and brighter grew, 
 
 Resolved itself into an angel host 
 
 Of numbers which no finite mind could count. 
 
 The face of each beamed brighter than the sun, 
 
 And from their wings, of soft and purest white, 
 
 They scattered rays of rosy tint, and trailed 
 
 Their robes of light along the bending sky, 
 
 The while mine ears and soul were ravished quite 
 
 With harmony ineffable that fell 
 
 From motion of the countless wings and forms. 
 
 They seemed a chorus animate, and drew 
 Themselves in circle round the murky ball, 
 Which, obdurate, alone in all the broad 
 Expanse of heav'n around, refused to give 
 One ray of light back, in return of all 
 The floods that fell upon it, but appeared 
 To blacker grow, in contrast with the blaze 
 In which it rolled. A shuddering cry arose, [still ! 
 Which pierced the depths beneath, and all was 
 
 The angels then began to fan the mass 
 Of willful darkness with their wings, and sing 
 A song of triumph, unto which the skies 
 Gave joyful echo. Then the flames of a 
 Consuming fire be<?an to burn amid 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 75 
 
 The stubborn night ; and from the earth there came 
 
 The mutterings of thunder, and the moans 
 
 Of those who saw their drossy wealth depart 
 
 And mount the rising flame. They had no hope! 
 
 Their souls they rested on these fleeting things — 
 
 Justice forgot, and sympathy for man — 
 
 Nor saw the pit beneath, but scarce concealed! 
 
 As fiercer grew the flames, and louder moans 
 From Mammon-worshiper* arose, I heard 
 Another sound. It was the song of those 
 Who long had waited, suffered long, and hoped 
 For that glad day. Amid the smoke, they looked 
 The reflex of the angel host above, 
 And sweet their song fell on God's list'ning ear. 
 
 At length, the last dark cloud went up amid 
 The purging flame. The last moan died away. 
 I saw the souls of those who Mammon served 
 Lie buried 'neath the ashes of their wealth! 
 And then the song of earth rose grand and clear, 
 And was caught up by all the angel host, 
 Who bore it on, and on, forevermore. 
 Behold ! the earth, which erst was dead and dark, 
 Was full of life and beauty, and it swung 
 A priceless pearl before the sight of God. 
 
 The angel host retired, but left their light, 
 Through which there stretched a path of endless 
 That led to endless realms of life and love, [length 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 WAKING. 
 
 Between the two eternities I stand; 
 Behind me is the endless realm of night; 
 Before me is the endless realm of light; 
 
 They stretch eternally on either hand — 
 The realm of silent chaos, whence I came, 
 And that to which I go, the realm of vital flame. 
 
 Through all the past eternity I slept, 
 Unconscious of existence, till a ray 
 Of conscious life, shot from the realm of day, 
 Awoke me from my slumber, and I wept — 
 Gave one loud wail of pain, a helpless cry [why. 
 For help, without the power to think or reason 
 
 I vibrate 'twixt these realms of life and death, 
 In conscious waking and unconscious sleep; 
 Struggling awake to rise and mount the steep 
 
 Of everlasting progress, in the strife, 
 I fall exhausted back to senseless rest, 
 Till called to consciousness again by God's behest. 
 
 Thus does my throbbing heart its pulses roll 
 On thro 1 my veins; thus do the night and day 
 Alternate with me on my earthly way; 
 
 And thus come all the changes, while my soul 
 Is waking from its still and dreamless past, 
 And hopes and fears to be awake and live at last. 
 
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OTHER RHYMES. 77 
 
 These alternations all will soon be o'er. 
 And endless waking come with endless day; 
 Then all the mystery will pass away 
 
 And life and light be ours t'orevermore ; 
 The'pangs of birth will end, exhaustion cease, 
 Amid the joys of love and everlasting peace. 
 
 Thank God that it is so ! He comes with pow'r 
 To wake us from our nothingness, and give 
 To us the sweet and priceless boon to live. 
 
 Roll on the all-emancipating hour 
 That gives us everything, and nothing takes! 
 For, lo ! the morning of our conscious beini;- breaks ! 
 
 THE SCALE OF BEING. 
 
 I bowed 1113- ear and 'listened to the sound 
 
 I heard come welling up from depths unknown; 
 I turned my gaze into the deeps profound 
 
 Of inner life, wherein the lovedight shone; 
 From upper realms, a force came streaming down, 
 
 And passed through earth to regions far below — 
 Passed through the mortal form I call my own, 
 
 Passed through the earth with motion all aglow, 
 And woke the double-bass of life's great undertone. 
 
 And then I saw the two sublime extremes 
 
 Of outer darkness and of inner light; 
 Nor could I fathom either in my dreams, 
 
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OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 Xor comprehend the stretch of sound and sight 
 That lay between and penetrated each — 
 
 The realm of life and that which held the dead — 
 Beyond the power of either sense to reach! 
 
 Dying below in gloom and silence dread. 
 Above it swelled in glory beyond speech. 
 
 Then I perceived that motion governs all, 
 
 And makes conditions infinite in each; 
 From octave to octave they rise and fall 
 
 In spheres beyond the scope of finite reach ; 
 Our conscious being wakes from silence deep 
 
 To bass scarce audible, and then we rise. 
 In spheres, or octaves grand, until we sweep 
 
 The scale unending that within us lies. 
 And. breathing music, climb the endless steep. 
 
 Life hath its pulses, and its nodes of rest, 
 
 Like unto those that rill the sounding string; 
 And so the cord of life, on being pressed 
 
 By God's own finger, doth responsive sing 
 Through all the spheres of being, and each node 
 
 Divides the spheres of pulsing life, and lets 
 The passing spirit rest upon the road 
 
 Before its feet on holier ground it sets — 
 And at this gate the soul lays down its -weary load. 
 
 Oh! blessed rest, to every spirit given. 
 
 Which sets the soul from earth forever free; 
 Tuned at the straight and narrow >rate of Heaven, 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 79 
 
 We rise to all we fondly hope to be — 
 Triumphant leave iliis realm of sin behind, 
 Drawn bj the higher harmonies of love; — 
 
 The discords here so dominant do find 
 Their resolution in the sphere above. 
 All blending in one sweet accord of mind. 
 
 CONSOLATION. 
 
 My God, it is a pleasant sense to feel 
 
 That, when we drop this mortal presence here, 
 We part with all there is of sin and pain, 
 
 As things belonging to this earthly sphere; — 
 That all our ignorance and wanderings 
 
 Are parts and parcels of the common lot — 
 The incidentals of the spirit's growth, 
 
 To be at last forgiven and forgot. 
 
 'Tis good to feel that all is for the best, 
 
 And each must have the training that is given; 
 That love and wisdom surely govern all, 
 
 And lead us in the straightest road to Heaven; 
 'Tis good to feel that power infallible 
 
 Will bring out all our virtues, by and by, 
 And no poor soul at last will have the cause 
 
 To curse its God and wish that it could die. 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 THE OLD TRAMP. 
 
 Thanksgiving day. when Fashion thronged 
 
 The fashionable hall. 
 While over millions want and woe 
 
 Hung like a funeral pail. 
 The Christ of old came to the door. 
 
 In garments thin and worn : 
 B 5 feet were bare: his naked brow 
 
 Bore impress of the thorn. 
 
 And all the suffering of the cross 
 
 Was written on his face ; 
 And all the suffering of the poor 
 
 Added its sadder trace ! 
 He looked for sympathy within — 
 
 He sought for justice, there! 
 "Father, they know not what they do!" 
 
 Was his departing prayer. 
 
 A patient God hath waited all 
 
 These eighteen hundred years. 
 While Christ hath wandered up and down 
 
 This selfish world in tears 
 In search of shelter and of right. 
 
 Of justice and of love! 
 
 ig's waters leave no spot of rest. 
 
 No branch, for Xoah's dove ! 
 
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 The foxes of the earth have holes. 
 
 The birds of air have nes 
 The Sun of God, on God's own earth. 
 
 Hath no place where be ref 
 A tramping outcast is h^ where 
 
 God giveth all things free — 
 Where all have equal rights to life, 
 
 To earth, and air. and sea! 
 
 And yet the consciences of men 
 Do not perceive t lie wrong 
 
 That turn- a Christ into a tramp. 
 
 Amid a purse-proud throng! 
 "The poor ye always have," was the 
 
 Reproach upon them hurled: 
 They will not let the Son of God 
 
 Share in God- own free world! 
 
 And so the wanderer wander- on — 
 
 The tramp is tramping -till ; 
 And Mammon every hour repeats 
 
 The scene on Calvary's hill ! 
 But God cannot forever wait 
 
 For justice to lie done ; 
 Christ and his fellow-poor must take 
 
 Possession of their own. 
 
 Then will the depths of hell be stirred 
 
 And all the earth make room; 
 Then Belfish greed and cunning craft 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 Will moot their final doom; 
 Then Mammon's sons will weep aloud. 
 
 And gnash their teeth in vain. 
 As night and silonee close arouud 
 
 Their self-inflicted pain. 
 
 For justice must be done on earth 
 
 To each as God hath given. 
 And bring the equal reign of love 
 
 As love is known in Heaven; 
 Then none shall claim another's home. 
 
 Nor tax another's right 
 To help himself at God's free feast 
 
 Of earth, and air. and light. 
 Syhaoi sk. N. Y.,1876. 
 
 TREMBLING FAITH. 
 
 Weary, oh ! how weary. 
 Of this ceaseless struggle here, 
 Of this ceaseless hope and tear, 
 
 Iu a world so dark and dreary. 
 
 Knaves like hounds pursuing. 
 Caring nought for good or evil. 
 Seeking self and serving devil. 
 
 What is there that's worth the doing? 
 
 Fools so wisely sneering. 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 Ever ready with fine 
 Worshiping the rogue's success, 
 Whal is there to call endearing? 
 
 Press with banner furled, 
 Dumb to truth as any Bphinx, 
 
 S|>r-;ikiliL r just as M amnion thinks;. 
 
 Trifling o'er a suffering world. 
 
 In thi- realm of plunder, 
 Whence to as i- power given? 
 Ruled are we by Hell or Heaven? — 
 
 r above or powers under? 
 
 Armies fall tor rations, 
 Devils leading fools to slaughter, 
 On the land and on the water. 
 
 Whence the pow'r that guides the nations? 
 
 Sean the question further — 
 Are we serving Heaven or Hell! 
 Whence the all-controlling spell, 
 
 Leading men to wrong and murther? 
 
 This we ask in meekne 
 An- there higher po . eel as - 
 
 Will those higher powers meet us. 
 
 Or we perish in our weakness? 
 
 What is the solution? 
 Sitteth God insensate, cold — 
 
81 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 Brain of silver, heart of gold — 
 Counting mortals dross, pollution V 
 
 Heard he Jesus call V 
 Oh! the agony and sweat; 
 Oh ! the deed men can't forget ! 
 
 Calvary answereth for all. 
 
 Oh ! the 'world's sad story : 
 Brutal hondage of the poor, 
 Toiling upward evermore, 
 
 Through oppression foul and gory. 
 
 Preying on each other, 
 See men grasp, and crush, and tear ! — 
 Tigers fighting in their lair! 
 
 Brother robbing, killing brother. 
 
 Soul, who is the winner? 
 If we fast, or if we sup, 
 All must drink the bitter cup, 
 
 Saint as well as vilest sinner. 
 
 God, do not forsake them ! 
 Born in selfishness and lust, 
 Groveling in want and dust, . [them. 
 
 When men learn their rights, they'll take 
 
 Oh ! the curse of blindness! 
 Blind in eyes and deaf in ears, 
 Slowly learning through their tears, 
 
 Snail-paced, creeping up to kindness. 
 
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 Weary, oil! how weary, 
 Waiting for the growth of sight, 
 That must set the people right, 
 
 Iu a world so dark and dreary. 
 
 THE RULING PRINCE. 
 
 I had a vision. If awake 
 
 Or sleeping, matters not to thee; 
 
 It gave my spirit power to take 
 A view of things that are to he. 
 
 I saw a dark, grim monster, then, 
 Who rules the earth with power supreme : 
 
 He was so real, I could ken 
 He was no figment of a dream. 
 
 His shadow covered all the earth, 
 
 And held it in a cruel thrall; 
 On every creature, from its birth. 
 
 It settled like a funeral pall. 
 
 His eyes were dull and cruel; slow 
 
 He lifted up his hideous hand, 
 And opened it, and untold wo 
 
 Was scattered broadcast through the land. 
 
 He spake, and all the world bowed down 
 And trembled at his dread decree; 
 
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 Uncertain was his mien; his frown 
 Was terrible beyond degree. 
 
 Into the church he boldly walked 
 And paralyzed the priest with fear ; 
 
 In legislative halls he talked 
 
 And darkened council year by year. 
 
 Each generous thought he soon repressed 
 With persecution, jibe and sneer; 
 
 Injustice was by him caressed ; 
 He sanctioned hatred's base career. 
 
 He worshiped aye at Mammon's shrine, 
 And aye his bloody flag unfurled ; 
 
 He slaked his thirst in blood and wine, 
 And reveled o'er a bleeding world. 
 
 He stole the robes of Christ, and taught 
 
 That selfishness is godliness; 
 And then a mocking banner brought, 
 
 Condemning all who turned from this. 
 
 His minions went from land to land, 
 To proselyte and darken souls, 
 
 Proclaiming they had God's command 
 To save or damn what he controls. 
 
 The very earth shook with their tread, 
 The sky grew dark where'er they trod ; 
 
 The air was thick with sick'ning dread, 
 And men lost faith in Love and God. 
 
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OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 Indignant grew my soul to view 
 The evil of this monstrous reign, 
 
 And loudly asked if Heaven knew 
 The depth of its inflicted pain. 
 
 And then I saw the heavens ope, 
 
 And angels passing to and fro; 
 On earth I saw their agents grope 
 
 Amidst the scene of darkened woe. 
 
 A star upon each forehead gleamed, [went, 
 And marked the path through which they 
 
 And in each countenance there beamed 
 The purpose strong of their intent. 
 
 A halo round them shone and spread, 
 
 In circles widening, until 
 It met the radiance o'er head 
 
 And seemed the universe to fill. 
 
 In vain the Prince exerts his wiles, 
 In vain the charges that he brings, 
 
 Proclaiming Heaven's agents vile 
 Destroyers of existing things. 
 
 His sin-built institutions fall 
 
 Like leaves in autumn touched by frost, 
 And consternation covers all 
 
 Till every wicked hold is lost. 
 
 He madly raves and curses fate, 
 
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OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 With gnashing teeth and jaws that cling: 
 His features glare with furious hate, 
 And every nerve with malice stings. 
 
 His rage is a consuming fire 
 That slowly withers him away, 
 
 Until his presence, dark and dire, 
 Gives place to everlasting day. 
 
 The vision ended. But I stood 
 
 And gazed, and heard as in a trance: 
 
 "Thus perisheth the fiend of blood, 
 The Prince of Darkness — Ignorance!" 
 
 THE STEEDS OF THE WIND. 
 
 Onward, speed onward, ye steeds of the wind, 
 
 Over the hills and the valleys below, 
 Leaving the scent of the roses behind, 
 
 Sweeping the earth with your breath, as you go, 
 Fanning the faces of feverish want, 
 
 Catching their wail, as you pass by the door. 
 Whisper to God, "They are pallid and gaunt !" 
 
 Tell him the tale of the suffering poor. 
 
 Much do I fear He's forgotten the dust 
 Tossing about on this planet of ours; 
 
 Tell Him— oh! tell Him— the God of the just, 
 How we are scourged by malevolent powers ! 
 
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 Tell him injustice and avarice dwell 
 In all of His temples devoted to man, 
 
 Making His kingdom the kingdom of hell, 
 Robbing His children and spoiling His plan. 
 
 Tell Him this message I send Him in haste, 
 
 Waiting the breaking of light through the grave ; 
 Boon will this world be a desolate waste, 
 
 Should He delay in his power to save; 
 Tell Him to come, in His love and His light. 
 
 Darkness doth cover the earth with its pall, 
 We are devoured by the legions of night, 
 
 Death and his demons are gathering all. 
 
 Surely, He'll listen and hasten with power, 
 
 Down to the earth, with his legions of might, 
 Saving to virtue the bride and her dower, 
 
 Crushing the wrong and uplifting the right ! 
 Speed, onward speed, then, ye steeds of the wind; 
 
 Bear unto God what I speak in your ear; 
 Speed with the speed of the lightning of mind; 
 
 Whisper to God!— He will hear! He will bear! 
 
 IMMORTALITY. 
 When tbis frail form of mine shall meet decay, 
 
 And all its elements are common dust, 
 And gasses thin that float like air away 
 
 And mingle here and there with what they must, 
 
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OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 Shall I retain this self-same entity, 
 
 With all this earthly life in memory green V 
 
 Or, like our womb-life, will the present be 
 A thing by reason only to be seen V 
 
 Oh! shall I meet my loved ones face to face, 
 
 And all my friends come gathering round me, 
 And we, as angels, joining in the race, [then, 
 
 Together live, as here we live as men'? 
 Or shall oblivion enwrap my soul, 
 
 And all its elements dissolve like dew, 
 Its particles uniting with the whole, 
 
 To be remoulded into something new ? 
 
 'Tis my belief that we shall more and more 
 
 Be conscious of each other, and of life, 
 And that the vision stretching on before [strife, 
 
 Will backward farther reach, through scenes of 
 And we shall see ourselves like spectres toil 
 
 And struggle upward, thro' the realms of night, 
 As plants that push their roots down in the soil 
 
 Come springing up to greet the world of light. 
 
 Through faith alone our eyes the future sweep; 
 
 In deep unconsciousness my soul must roam 
 Across the darkened realm of dream and sleep, 
 
 Before to-morrow unto me can come; 
 Then why should I have doubts and fear the sleep 
 
 Of deep unconsciousness that we call death? 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 Will not Hie self-same power my spirit keep, 
 And clothe it still, and give it vital breath ? 
 
 This spark of life, this living, thinking Me — 
 
 This entity, will spurn the mortal clod; 
 Part of Existence, it must ever be 
 
 A living atom of the living God; 
 Fear not, my soul, whatever hap befall, 
 
 For all the hosts of Power are standing by; 
 Ope wide the ear of faith, and hear the call : 
 
 " Fear not, poor soul ; be not afraid — 'tis I!" 
 
 THE UNUTTERED.* 
 
 Oh, voiceless mortals full of thought, 
 Oh, silent souls with songs unsung, 
 
 Had you the power of speech and song 
 That to the babbling few belong, 
 What good your eloquence had wrought, 
 How had the world with music rung! 
 
 The river running strong and deep, 
 With surface smooth as polished glass, 
 Makes not a solitary sound, 
 Yet mirrors with a truth profound 
 
 *It is wonderful that at those times, when I am conscious 
 of the warmest and best feelings, my hand and tongue seem, 
 as it were, tied, so that I can express nothing, nor give ut- 
 terance to any of the thoughts that fill my breast.— Hans 
 Christain Andkkskx. 
 
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OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 The beauties that along it sleep, 
 The glories that above it pass. 
 
 So many quiet souls unstirred 
 Reflect the images sublime 
 
 Of truths that never have been sain, 
 And light upon the world would shed. 
 But from their depths no voice is heard 
 To echo on the shores of Time. 
 
 The brook goes wandering along, 
 Complaining o'er its stony bed, 
 Reflecting not a truthful ray 
 Of all the things along its way, 
 But ever sings its shallow song 
 
 To mourning heart and aching head. 
 
 So hungry souls still seek in vain 
 
 And wait the birth of grander themes — 
 Of truths the preachers never preach, 
 Of truths the bards have failed to reach, 
 Responsive truths to heart and brain — 
 A perfect answer to their dreams. 
 
 Our orators are yet to be, 
 
 Our poets all are yet to come ; 
 
 When Truth alone shall loose the tongue, 
 Then will the truths of God be sung; 
 The living truths that make men free 
 Will move the lips that now are dumb. 
 
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 THE DEAF AND THE BLIND. 
 
 Why should mortals war with fate? 
 
 Why should men their fellow hate 
 
 For bis erring ways? 
 He is but a child of tears. 
 Groping through this vale of years, 
 
 Made of bitter days. 
 
 Waiting for the spirit-birth, 
 Men are wed to self and earth, 
 
 Prone to cruel strife; 
 They are jostling on their way, 
 Burdened with their gods of clay, 
 
 Mindless Love is life. 
 
 In a world ablaze with light, 
 Mortals grope in utter night, 
 
 Lost and spirit-blind; 
 Eyes they have, but see not clear ; 
 Ears they have, but do not hear — 
 
 Dull in heart and mind. 
 
 Eyes were made for light to reach, 
 Ears were made for sound to teach— 
 
 Prophecies are both : 
 Spirit ears shall open be, 
 Mental eyes be made to see, 
 
 Purged by years of growth. 
 
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OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 Open wide, ob I trembling eve ; 
 Open, par, and hear the cry 
 
 From our Father's home: 
 "You are basking in His smile, 
 God is speaking all the while, 
 
 Lo! the Christ hath come! 
 
 "Cease your grasping after pelf, 
 Love you neighbor as yourself — 
 
 Mere}' ever waits ; 
 As your Father perfect be, 
 Bring the year of jubilee, 
 
 Open Freedom's gates. 
 
 "Leave the kingdom of your lust, 
 Seek the kingdom of the just — 
 
 Nature's gifts are free ; 
 Labor for the common good, 
 Heed the common brotherhood — 
 
 God will care for thee. 
 
 " Help your weaker fellow man, 
 Do the little good you can, 
 
 As the power is given; 
 Nought must rank with human worth, 
 Justice must be done on earth 
 
 As it is in heaven." 
 
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OTHER RHYMES. 95 
 
 OUR BURDENS. 
 The rich and the p< or have (heir dead ones to bury 
 
 The high and the low have their sorrows to pall; 
 Whatever our station, our share we must carry 
 
 Of burdens that ignorance bringeth to all. 
 
 The poor in their poverty crave for a morsel. 
 The rich with their riches arc worried and vexed ; 
 
 So justice decrees there must he a reversal — 
 The rich in this world are the poor in the next. 
 
 That which is unequal compels a reaction, 
 
 There's nothing goes up hut there's something 
 conies down ; 
 
 The lie that is uttered must have its retraction, 
 And selfishness meet its own face with a frown. 
 
 Existence is one, and the parts cannot suffer 
 Without bringing suffering unto the whole; 
 
 Injustice is tough ; restitution is tougher 
 For one who awakes to a sin-stricken soul. 
 
 Who wrongeth his neighbor, or fails to be civil, 
 Can never himself the sad consequence flee; 
 
 Whatever is done, if for good or for evil, 
 
 To the least of thy brothers is done unto thee. 
 
 Men selfishly hoard and impoverish the many, 
 And dry up the fountains whence cometh their 
 
 And poverty, crime and disease haunteth any [gain ; 
 And all who so thoughtlessly, wantonly pain. 
 
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 90 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 Thus man inaketh hell and forsaketh the Heaven 
 That might be his portion while dwelling below; 
 
 He grasps at the shadow, by greediness driven, 
 And plunges from safety to fathomless wo. 
 
 The dog and the shadow, the dog in the manger, 
 Are types of our selfish ignoring of right ; • 
 
 To love, and to justice and wisdom, a stranger, 
 Dull Ignorance rules as the Prince of the Night. 
 
 GRASS. 
 
 Thank God for grass! No other glory vies 
 
 With the refreshing glory of the grass; 
 Not e'en the blue of the o'erbending skies, 
 Nor fading splendors when the daylight dies, 
 Can this sweet smile of living green surpass. 
 
 The flowers have onty evanescent show; 
 
 With fleeting hue and odor soon they pass; 
 But with the song of bird and burst of blow, 
 From early spring till winter's virgin snow 
 
 Enshrouds the earth, appears the useful grass. 
 
 'Tis trodden on by man and beast, and mown, 
 And cropped, and still this ever-living mass 
 j Appears in tender beauty all its own, 
 I Where'er the living breath of God hath blown, 
 To bless both man and beast. Thank God for grass ! 
 
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 WE TWO. 
 
 In Oakwood, en a gently sloping mound, 
 
 Repose the ;:sl.es of my angel wife, 
 The face turned northward. There I calmly count 
 
 The stars around the pole, and think when life 
 Shall leave these aching limbs and heavy heart, 
 
 They too shall slumber in this quiet bed, 
 Unvexed by worldly themes; and there apart 
 
 We two shall moulder with the silent dead. 
 
 The winter winds shall sweep across our graves, 
 
 All white with snow, and icy with the frost; 
 Then, as the summer breeze the surface laves, 
 
 Perhaps 'twill breathe a sigh, as for the lost! 
 Some stranger coming here, with curious tread, 
 
 May read the names and legends, then pass by 
 To note another grave, and shake his head, 
 
 Half sad, and wond'ring what it is to die. 
 
 The dust beneath will surely heed him not, 
 
 Nor care if one or millions tread the ground ; 
 Like other senseless dust, 'twill be forgot, 
 
 And mingle soon or late with dust around; 
 And this is all there is of earth; no trace 
 
 We leave on matter; but they who have died 
 Performed their work among the human race, 
 
 And left their impetus upon its tide. 
 
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98 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 Thus do we play our part, and thus we die, 
 
 Our life-work blending with the life of all ; 
 And, dust to dust, we do not question why 
 
 We came and went at nature's potent call ; 
 The soul, we trust, may take a higher flight 
 
 And meet its kindred in a better sphere; 
 But, till the curtain lifts, we see no light, 
 
 And, clothed in faith and hope, we drop a tear. 
 
 RETROSPECT AND PROSPECT. 
 
 I came — I knew not whence I came ; 
 
 I was — I knew not where ; 
 I slowly woke to consciousness 
 
 Of sunshine and of air; 
 I lived — I knew not how I lived ; 
 
 I grew — I knew not how ; 
 Thought woke — I could not answer why ; 
 
 I cannot answer now. 
 
 Toil called to me, and so I toiled ; 
 
 Care met me on my way ; 
 And want and pain came stalking on 
 
 To haunt me night and day ; 
 I had companions, but they all 
 
 Had burdens like my own; 
 I wondered how it was we reaped 
 
 What we had never sown. 
 
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 I saw a world of wealth without, 
 
 A world of want within; 
 But wealth disdained the claim of need 
 
 As if it were a sin ; 
 I marveled much at what I saw — 
 
 It was not understood ; 
 I sometimes thought that right was wrong, 
 
 And evil must he good: 
 
 An angel met me on my way — 
 
 I did not know it then ; 
 She placed her hand within my own — 
 
 I did as other men; 
 And children came as others came; 
 
 Our hurdens grew apace ; 
 Though patiently she shared, I saw 
 
 The suffering in her face. 
 
 But tired and weak at length she grew, 
 
 And fainted by the way ! 
 She did not wake; I scarcely knew 
 
 If it were night or day ! 
 Since then, I've wandered here and there, 
 
 And toiled as ne'er before, 
 Well knowing that she ne'er again 
 
 Will meet me at the door. 
 
 And is this all? Shall we not meet 
 
 Again as in our youth ? 
 May we not share the sympathies 
 
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 100 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 Of beings full of ruth? 
 We come and go — we know not how; 
 
 We trust, but cannot guide; 
 If angels live, 'tis not in vain 
 
 The (rood have lived and died. 
 
 TO MY WIFE.* 
 
 Ah! childlike we began to tread 
 Together earth life's weary way, 
 
 And with a tender trust we shared 
 Until that dark and mournful day, 
 
 When death cut through, with cruel knife, 
 
 The tie that made you here my wife. 
 
 Though cut in twain the earthly bond, 
 
 And you have passed from sense and sight, 
 
 I cannot feel that this is all, 
 
 And I must sink in endless night — 
 
 *The following response was received from Mrs. Hattik 
 J. Kav, of Fond du Lac, Wis. : 
 
 TO MY HUSBAND. 
 
 I am not dead, but passed from sight, 
 Beyond material sense and sound- 
 Beyond all pain and mortal strife, 
 Where I eternal life have found; 
 The cord that binds us glitters bright; 
 It cannot sink in endless night. 
 
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 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 For something bints a future life, 
 When you again will be my w ife. 
 
 And sometimes, in the silence soft, 
 I think I feel thy presence near; 
 
 And sometimes, too, I stop and list, 
 As if you whispered in my ear: 
 
 The veil that hangs between our worlds 
 Is naught to quickened spirit sight; 
 
 'lis but a silvery, misty cloud, 
 With scintillating rays of light, 
 
 Through which 1 see, and pass at will; 
 
 I love thee, and am with thee still. 
 
 I know the burdens of earth life 
 
 Seem heavy with their weight of care- 
 So heavy that the spirit cries : 
 
 " 'Tis surely more than 1 can bear;" 
 Know thou a brighter day draws near; 
 Thy recompense awaits thee here. 
 
 Ah ! do not grieve for earthly woes— 
 'Tis but a span, a quick drawn-breath, 
 
 A short prelude, just in advance 
 Of Nature's song. There is no death, 
 
 But endless harmony of life. 
 
 Which makes me still tny loving wife. 
 
 The gentle whisper faintly heard, 
 As oft you list with bated breath. 
 
 Is my low voice, as earnestly 
 I murmur, "Love, there is no death, 
 
 But happy, blissful, endless life, 
 
 Where you shall clasp your Angel Wife.'' 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 "Grieve not; though dead to mortal strife, 
 I am thy living, loving wife." 
 
 When most alone, the most I teel 
 You know it all, and calmly wait 
 
 To welcome me with smiling face, 
 When 1 shall pass the misty gate, 
 
 And there, through realms of endless life, 
 
 You'll dwell with me — my angel wife. 
 
 TO MY WIFE IN HEAVEN. 
 Arise! immortal spirit; 
 
 Arise! wait not fornieV 
 I tread the waves of darkness — 
 
 Why should I hinder thee? 
 
 The mortal thou hast compassed, 
 
 By evil powers slain, 
 And shouldst inherit freedom 
 
 From every mortal pain. 
 
 Then tarry not for others, 
 Who struggle here helow ; 
 
 Thou canst not ease their burdens 
 By sharing in their wo. 
 
 None can escape the birth-pangs 
 
 That come to eveiy one, 
 And each must tread the wine-press, 
 
 As Christ hath trod — alone. 
 
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 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 By man and God forsaken, 
 Mid fiends the cross to bear, 
 
 If Wood he sweat no marvel, 
 In agony of prayer. 
 
 Oh ! stern and cruel powers, 
 That bind us to our fate, 
 
 Hard and unsympathizing, 
 Implacable as hate! 
 
 When thy fell reign is over 
 On this Plutonian shore, 
 
 Perhaps the kind immortals 
 Will open Heaven's door. 
 
 But, struggling here in darkness. 
 And where no aid can come, 
 
 I bow in resignation, 
 And bear in patience dumb. 
 
 Arise! immortal spirit, 
 Arise ! wait not for me ; 
 
 Thy place is with the angels — 
 Thou art forever free. 
 
 15TH OF MAY. 
 Oh ! sad to me, loth of May ; 
 In this same month, on this same day, 
 Death stole my earthly mate away, 
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 And left me desolate and lone; 
 Reposing in my lonely bed, 
 With threescore years upon my head, 
 I could not half believe her dead, 
 
 Although I knew that she was gone. 
 
 Her place was empty at my side, 
 In vain her name I softly cried. 
 No tender voice to mine replied, 
 
 And only awful silence reigned ! 
 I felt the fierceness of despair, 
 I cursed the powers of earth and air, 
 And would have fought them anywhere, 
 
 My earthly mate to have regained. 
 
 I sink in slumber long denied, 
 And fancy she is by my side, 
 And then my eyelids open wide, 
 
 As by some quick, unseen control ; 
 With wifeless arms I clasp the air, 
 In painful proof she is not there, 
 And then a cloud of dark despair 
 
 Hangs heavy o'er my aching soul. 
 
 Sometimes she comes to me in dreams; 
 The vision then so real seems 
 That I can almost catch the gleams 
 
 Of angel faces bright with smiles; 
 Oh ! sacred visions of the night, 
 A ceaseless longing fills me quite, 
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 When thou hast faded from my sight 
 Adown the dark and empty aisles. 
 
 Oh! can it be that this is all'?— 
 
 That life is ended at the pall, 
 
 And we no more shall hear the call 
 
 Of voices hushed that once were sweet? 
 If this is all there is of life, 
 'Twere better now to end the strife; 
 Let man ne'er know the love of wife 
 
 Nor watch the steps of infant feet. 
 
 Oh ! forms of dear departed souls, 
 That leave with every hour that rolls, 
 Tell us what dreadful spell controls, 
 
 And keeps you silent from our view; 
 We cannot cpuite believe you dead ; 
 Though silent while we bow the head, 
 Perhaps your sweet influence shed 
 
 Falls on our souls like spirit dew. 
 
 DREAM-LAND. 
 
 Oh! Dream-land to me is a wonderful land 
 And furnished with wonderful things; 
 
 Its scenes are so peaceful, so lovely and grand, 
 My soul to it tenderly clings. 
 
 'Tis there that I live in a pleasant abode, 
 With infinite reached in view; 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 'Tis there that I walk in a wearyless road 
 That runs through the good and the true. 
 
 In Dream-land, I dwell with the loved and the lost, 
 And clasp her dear form to my breast; 
 
 There all that is good I enjoy without cost, 
 And labor brings infinite rest. 
 
 The world and its torments I banish below, 
 When Dream-land is opened to me ; 
 
 I'm waiting and longing forever to go, 
 And dwell in this land of the free. 
 
 For there is my treasure, and there is my home, 
 
 And therein I build the ideal ; 
 When earth fades away, unto thee I shall come, 
 
 Oh! Dream-land, eternal and real. 
 
 SHADOWS. 
 
 I walk beneath the clouds to-night; 
 
 The earth is dusk and dull ; 
 Beyond, I know the stars are bright, 
 
 The heavens with glory full ; 
 And yet the shadows on my soul 
 
 Will not be rolled away, 
 But, like a dark, forbidding scroll, 
 
 Shut out eternal day. 
 
 I mourn for those who suffer wrong, 
 
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 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 Their heritage on earth — 
 Wronged even through their ancestors 
 
 Long ere the hour of birth ; 
 Robbed of their equal rights to life, 
 
 The gifts by nature given. 
 The right to work, its honest fruits, 
 
 And all that fits for Heaven. 
 
 For usury, and false exchange, 
 
 Have taught the miser brood 
 How they can take the pound of flesh 
 
 Without the drop of blood ; 
 They dry the living fountain up, 
 
 With hunger, want and pain. 
 And then with subtle knife they cut 
 
 The very heart in twain. 
 
 A ghastly hand comes up from hell, 
 
 With bonded debt up-piled, 
 And stretches out, with fiendish clutch, 
 
 To rob the unborn child ; 
 And on this debt of flesh and blood, 
 
 Imposed without consent, 
 The usurer issues currency, 
 
 And draws a double rent. 
 
 And government, by statute law, 
 
 Bids toiling millions bow, 
 And yield to Mammon all the fruits 
 
 Of anvil, loom and plow ; 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 In blind submission, hopeless fear, 
 Our Samson bends the knee, 
 
 And trembles lest he disobey 
 The sacred " powers that be!" 
 
 Oh ! God of justice and of right, 
 
 Why tolerate such wrong? 
 Still is thy house the thieving den 
 
 Of a usurious throng; 
 Shylock, who counts his cent, per cent., 
 
 Drawn through compulsory debt, 
 Gloats over his dishonest wealth, 
 
 The toilers' blood and sweat. 
 
 Canst thou not hear the pleading voice 
 
 Ascending unto thee: 
 "As they have done it unto these, 
 
 They've done it unto me V 
 Oh! Father, may this cup now pass — 
 
 I bow unto thy will !" 
 Look! and behold the cruel cross — 
 
 Thy Son is suffering still! 
 
 I walk beneath the clouds, to-night ; 
 
 My soul is dark within; 
 I see the earth is sufPring an 
 
 "Eclipse of hell and sin;" 
 Until the sun of righteousness 
 
 Shall roll these clouds away, 
 
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OTHER RHYMES. 109 
 
 No earth-bound soul can see the light 
 Of the eternal day. 
 
 NOT HERE. 
 Cheer up, sad soul; the final goal 
 
 Is not within this realm of tears; 
 The rest we crave comes through the grave, 
 
 Ar -1 never counts the changing years. 
 
 When we have done the race begun 
 Our souls shall wake in light and peace; 
 
 We then may know why here below 
 Our pain and wo could never cease. 
 
 Life is the test to find our best — 
 A touchstone to the spirit given; 
 
 If here we find the world unkind, 
 We more shall prize the love of Heaven. 
 
 To sow and reap, to learn and weep, 
 And better grow, we live this life ; 
 
 Then what the need of grasping greed ? 
 Why waste our years in cruel strife? 
 
 AVhy crawl and creep '? Why hoard and heap, 
 And pile through wrong a useless store? 
 
 Why others grieve to treasures leave 
 In places we shall know no more? 
 
 Oh ! let us strive to keep alive 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 The flower of justice — brother-love; 
 
 And write our creeds in honest deeds 
 We shall not blush to name above. 
 
 JULY 9, 1884. 
 
 This day I'm threescore years ; 'tis no strange thing ; 
 
 Others have been the same. There is no pause; 
 E'en thought must keep its pace with flying time, 
 
 In strict accord with God's eternal laws. 
 
 All things are moving. Nothing stops to rest; 
 
 And that which seems to rest but gathers strength 
 For further progress, or is changed in form 
 
 For higher flights, to which it turns at length. 
 
 All things are changing in their outward forms, 
 To suit the inner claims that rise amain; 
 
 The outward form decays as ends its use, 
 Its elements to be reformed again. 
 
 The soul goes onward in its upward flight, 
 I do believe, though slow that flight may be; 
 i And as it rises, higher forms it wears, 
 Throughout the lapse of all eternity. 
 
 And while I write, this change is going on, 
 Refining still the essence of the soul ; 
 
 And with this change cnne other changes still, 
 In me and my relations with the Whole. 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 What raises one must raise the whole great mass, 
 As e'en a drop must add to ocean's brine, 
 
 All seeming retrogression soon returns — 
 There's no such thing as permanent decline. 
 
 But our identity survives all change — 
 
 All time and all eternity survives; 
 No power can ever break our being's chain, 
 
 Though we may live thro' countless other lives. 
 That which I was when conscious life began, 
 
 That w i I be through all this vale of tears; 
 Though many outward changes I have borne, 
 
 I find I'm still the same at sixty years. 
 And I expect, when earthly life is done, 
 
 To wake in realms of clearer, purer light — 
 That scenes of beauty and of joy sublime 
 
 Will break in glory on my ravished sight. 
 
 A LOVE SONG. 
 I once a maiden knew 
 With eyes of liquid blue 
 That thrilled me through and through 
 
 With tender feeling; 
 Our ways of life were two; 
 We bade a sad adieu ; 
 When next she came in view, 
 The bells were pealing. 
 Oh! tender ties that break, 
 
112 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 Oh! broken hearts that ache, 
 
 Oh ! Love, for thy dear sake, 
 
 The world is mourning. 
 
 Then fell a darker ray 
 Over the night and day, 
 As I went on my way, 
 In self-condoling ; 
 The twilight turned to gray, 
 My heart to night a prey, 
 And then I heard them say 
 The bells were tolling. 
 Oh ! tender ties that break, 
 Oh ! broken hearts that ache, 
 Oh ! Love, for thy dear sake, 
 The world is mourning. 
 
 Oh ! does the spirit dee 
 From Love's sweet mystery, 
 And feel forever free 
 
 From mourning mortals'? 
 If not, I know that she 
 Will fondly wait for me, 
 And her. sweet face I'll see 
 At Heaven's portals. 
 Oh! tender ties that break, 
 Oh! broken hearts that ache, 
 Oh ! Love, for thy dear sake, 
 The world is mourning. 
 
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OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 CHOOSE YE. 
 
 Ob ! know ye the powers that rule over mortals 
 And guide all their acts by invisible spell? 
 
 The one is supernal, the other infernal — 
 The freedom of Heaven, the bondage of hell. 
 
 The latter inclineth the man unto evil, 
 
 And maketh him selfish, regardless of right ; 
 
 His soul is aflame with the love of dominion, 
 And dealeth in cunning, and worshiped) might. 
 
 He's crafty and greedy, he's false and ambitious, 
 And heartless and cruel, in action and soul; 
 
 He lieth in wait, like a glittering serpent, 
 
 While smoothly he playeth the hypocrite's role. 
 
 But Satan as subtly is weaving bis meshes [make, 
 Around the dark creature who victims would 
 
 And finally draws him down into the caverns, 
 Where none of his ill-gotten dross he can take. 
 
 But he who is ruled by the powers supernal 
 
 Is tender and pitiful, generous and just; [careful ; 
 
 Of the rights of bis fellows he's conscious and 
 He hatetb oppression and curbeth his lust. 
 
 By his side are the angels, conversing and walking, 
 And guiding his footsteps in pathways secure; 
 
 And lifting his thoughts to a glorious future, 
 WHiere all shall be joy with the good and the pure. 
 
114 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 Now choose ye to-day if with God or with Mammon 
 You wish to be joined and eternally dwell ; 
 
 Aye, choose ye the life that is just or is selfish — 
 The freedom of Heav'n or the bondage of hell. 
 
 THE NIGHT-WATCH. 
 
 The night is dark, the night is long, 
 
 And weary is the watch ; 
 In memory fades the evening song, 
 
 As well the merry catch ; 
 In gloom the landscape's sweep expires, 
 
 The stars look coldly down ; 
 I long to see the morning's fires 
 
 The hoary hilltops crown. 
 
 How still the water-lilies sleep! 
 
 How cold the vapor clings! 
 I almost think the angels weep 
 
 As whippoorwill now sings; 
 This waiting makes me sad. My heart 
 
 Seems throbbing with his pain; 
 When will the tiresome night depart? — 
 
 But, let me look again. 
 
 Rejoice, oh ! soul ; the skies are bright; 
 
 The morn in glory breaks; 
 Behold the slender threads of light 
 
 That shimmer on the lakes! 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 115 
 
 The purple east is streaked with gold, 
 
 The stars are fading fast; 
 The hauners of the day unfurl, 
 
 And nature wakes at last. 
 
 The night of earthly life, how dark! 
 
 And when its shadows flee, 
 Whither will fly the vital spark V 
 
 What visions shall it see? 
 I only hope — I cannot prove, 
 
 But fervently I pray 
 To know — that I shall live and love 
 
 In everlasting day. 
 
 CO-WORKERS. 
 
 Existence is a social plan, 
 
 And likes are linked in sweet accord, 
 Hence, many think the self-same thought, 
 
 That's uttered in the selfsame word. 
 
 None live alone. The spirit world 
 
 Is all around us, and within; 
 Each soul is linked with angel hosts, 
 
 Or with the wicked hosts of sin. 
 
 God leads us all through angel guides, 
 Or through the suhtle hosts of hell ; 
 
 We are his instruments of use, 
 
 And, through his guidance, all is well. 
 
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OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 His love and light are sent to all ; 
 
 But, if we grovel in abuse, 
 Satanic souls will intervene 
 
 To turn the good to evil use. 
 
 As darkness is a lack of light, 
 So let it here be understood. 
 
 That wrong is but a lesser right, 
 And evil but a lesser good. 
 
 For God so shapes the darkest deed 
 Which human feeling can appal, 
 
 That it shall serve the cause of right 
 And bring a little good to all. 
 
 Who works for evil, works against 
 The Great Eternal and his love; 
 
 He labors under dire restraint 
 That disappoints his every move. 
 
 Who labors with unselfish aim 
 To banish wo and human need, 
 
 The powers of the Universe 
 Unite to consumate his deed. 
 
 God helps us all ; his will evokes 
 From chaos order most sublime; 
 
 Let all aspire with him to be 
 Co-workers on the shores of Time. 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 117 
 
 A MACHINE. 
 Among inventions wrought by man 
 
 Is one designed to walk ; 
 Another, played by fingers skilled 
 
 On keys, is made to talk ; 
 This poor automaton that has 
 No spark of soul within, 
 Squeaks out: "You-must-ex-cuse-me-for- 
 Pm-on-ly-a— m-a-c-h-i-n-e !" 
 
 Here is my alter ego found — 
 
 I own the brotherhood ; 
 Played on by forces all unseen, 
 
 For evil or for good, 
 They make me wander to and fro, 
 
 They mould my speech, I ween ; 
 So, please, "You must excuse me, for 
 
 Pm only a machine." 
 
 Now, when I hear the slan'drous tongue 
 
 Wag on in heartless glee, 
 Or fashion's folly rattled out 
 
 In words of blank to me, 
 Or gossip's tongue pour forth its words 
 
 Without a stop between, 
 I think, "You must excuse me, for 
 
 I'm only a machine." 
 
 We're born to wealth, or born to want, 
 Or born to pain or ease ; 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 One wears the glow of health, and one 
 
 Inherits but disease; 
 We're nothing of ourselves, nor choose 
 
 If we be foul or clean ; 
 Judge not. "You must excuse me, tor 
 
 I'm only a machine." 
 
 Their being's law all things obey; 
 
 No mortal can depart 
 One fraction while the crimson blood 
 
 Returneth to the heart; 
 The freedom of the wind and wave 
 
 Is ours. Rebelling, e'en, 
 We yield. "You will excuse me, for 
 
 I'm only a machine." 
 
 We do not mark the course of life; 
 
 We do not change the years ; 
 We have no choice when we are moved 
 
 To laughter or to tears ; 
 I see the hand of Providence 
 
 That guides the shifting scene; 
 My God, "You must excuse me, for 
 
 I'm only a machine." 
 
 Poor little puffs of conscious life! 
 
 We feel the drift within. 
 And think we will the course that leads 
 
 To righteousness or sin; 
 But we can change nor wind, nor tide, 
 
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 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 Nor destiny. Serene, 
 I say, "You must excuse me, for 
 I'm only a machine. " 
 
 For we are not self-acting, but 
 
 Self-conscious, and we feel 
 We are ourselves propellers, like 
 
 The fij 7 upon the wheel ; 
 Without our aid, come joy and wo, 
 
 The darkness and the sheen 
 Alike. 'You must excuse me, for 
 
 I'm only a machine." 
 
 Mentalities above us move 
 
 Our spirits to and fro, 
 As when the bending tree-tops sway 
 
 In winds that fiercely blow; 
 We're buffeted from shore to shore, 
 
 As ocean crafts careen 
 In storms. "You must excuse me, for 
 
 I'm only a machine." 
 
 The Power that placed me in this world 
 
 Has pushed me roughly through, 
 And will at last remove me hence, 
 
 Whatever I may do; 
 So, with my last expiring breath, 
 
 That ends the anguish keen, 
 I'll lisp, "You — must — excuse me, — for 
 
 I'm — only — a — ma-chi !" 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 If, when the final strife is o'er, 
 
 And earthly ties are riven, 
 Forgiving all my enemies, 
 
 As I would be forgiven, 
 I meet the "awful judgment seat," 
 
 By mortal never seen, 
 I'll plead, "You must excuse me, for 
 
 I'm only a machine." 
 
 If, reader, you dislike this rhyme, 
 
 Its heresy proclaim ; 
 I shall excuse you as a frail 
 
 Machine designed to blame; 
 But if, like me, you feel the power 
 
 That moves you all unseen, 
 You'll cry : "You must excuse me, for 
 
 I'm only a machine." 
 
 LINES WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM. 
 
 Love Infinite embraces all, 
 
 And Love Supreme bears sway; 
 And we are each, though great or small, 
 
 Of Love a conscious ray; 
 From each to each the thrill of Love 
 
 By will of God is given, 
 And these quick rays effulge above 
 
 The warmth and light of Heaven. 
 
OTHER RHYMKS. 
 
 ONE. 
 
 The Nazarene, who taught as none 
 
 E'er taught before or since his day, 
 Proclaimed that Man and God are One. 
 
 The Whole and Parts the same alway: 
 "In me the Father, I in yon. 
 
 And yon in me, and we in all — 
 One family, divine and true, 
 
 Each linked to each, to stand or fall."* 
 
 And he who does not feel this tie, 
 
 Is hut a shadow, void of life — 
 A bubble blown to break and die — 
 
 A soulless child of earthly strife; 
 Has eyes but sees not, and has ears 
 
 But hears not, nor can understand — 
 A phantom blown by gusts of fears 
 
 Toward boundless outer shadow-land. 
 
 But he who feels the inner flame 
 
 Of life burn deeply, wisely lives 
 For others' good, not self nor fame, 
 
 And knows how blest is he that gives; 
 He loves the good, he seeks the truth, 
 
 And bows to none the cringing knee; 
 
 *John, 17—21 : That they all may lie one. as thou, Father, 
 art in me, and I in thee, that they also may be one in us. 
 2.3: t in them, thou in me, that they may be made perfect in j 
 
 one. 
 
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OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 His soul lives in immortal youth. 
 
 And hails the truth that makes it free.f 
 
 He feels the will of God within 
 
 As his, that justice should be clone, 
 And would roll back the cloud of sin 
 
 Not yet dispelled since man begun; 
 And rising into higher light, 
 
 The reign of justice well he knows 
 Would banish want and cruel might. 
 
 And drown in plenty all our woes.}: 
 
 But, wo to us ! for every hour 
 
 We send our undeveloped souls 
 Into the unseen realm of power 
 
 Through which our earthly life unfolds; 
 They cloud our mental atmosphere, 
 
 And so obscure the rays divine 
 That we are filled with doubts and fears, 
 
 And even some deny they shine. 
 
 Our wicked ones we should reform, 
 
 And all the dark illuminate; 
 And thus subdue the rising storm 
 
 That comes of want, and wrong, and hate, 
 
 t.Tohn, 8—32: And ye shall know the truth, and the truth 
 shall make you free. 
 
 {Matthew, 6— 33: But seek ye first the kingdom of God 
 and his righteousness, and all these things [worldly goods] 
 shall be added unto you. 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 All should receive our moulding care, 
 To make them angels when they're done; 
 
 Such work will surely be a prayer 
 That God will answer — "We are One!" 
 
 THE LIGHT. 
 
 Ye are the light of all the world ; 
 
 So live your light may shine 
 To light the trembling steps of those 
 
 Who seek the truth divine. 
 
 Illume the paths that lead to death 
 
 Adown the dread decline, 
 And show to all self-seeking souls 
 
 How hideous Mammon's shrine. 
 
 Free are the gifts of earth and air; 
 
 Why strive for Mine and Thine? 
 Our Father gives enough for all — 
 
 Why war with his design? 
 
 Love thou thy neighbor as thyself — 
 His rights are thine and mine; 
 
 But share with him the load of life — 
 'Tis sweeter far than wine. 
 
 Lo ! Justice pleads throughout the earth, 
 Where wrong and might combine; 
 
 Obey her voice and do her works, 
 And Heaven will on you shine. 
 
OTHER HHYMES. 
 
 GOD'S IMAGE. 
 
 Man first, in the beginning, 
 
 Then Woman stands confessed; 
 
 To Man the gift of wisd< m, 
 With love the Woman blessed. 
 
 And thus the two united, 
 In wisdom's glory shod, 
 
 And clothed in love's own beauty, 
 The image are of God. 
 
 The Man the form of wisdom, 
 The Woman form of love, 
 
 Unite in life eternal. 
 As God is one above. 
 
 The one completes the other, 
 And fitteth both for use; 
 
 The perfect round of being. 
 Their future lives educe. 
 
 Their destiny the spirit 
 Invites me to rehearse: — 
 
 The pair become the center 
 Of their own universe. 
 
 They generate by union 
 
 The elements divine. 
 Which ultimate in uses, 
 
 And orderly combine. 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 Thus suns, and worlds, and systems, 
 
 Are into being brought; 
 And thus come men and angels — 
 
 And thus God's work is wrought. 
 
 Behold! the round of being 
 My spirit eye discerns; 
 
 So God to man returneth, 
 And man to God returns. 
 
 HATTIE. 
 Our Hattie is a plain wee bird, 
 
 Disporting in her cage all day; 
 In early morn her voice is heard, 
 
 And witb the eve it dies away; 
 And as she sits her perch and swings, 
 
 With vital forces bubbling o'er, 
 One soft, sweet song is all she sings, 
 
 And all she ever sang before. 
 
 She knows no guile, she fears no wrong, 
 
 But hops and chirps in birdlike glee; 
 What things she gets to her belong, 
 
 As yours to you or mine to me ; 
 She asks no questions, has no doubts, 
 
 But lives and sings, content to be; 
 She knows her cage's ins and outs, 
 
 And fills her mission, feeling free. 
 
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 OTHER RHYME?. 
 
 Can you and I do more than this? 
 
 What more than duty can we do? 
 And doing it, how can we miss 
 
 Feeling as free, both I and you? 
 I'd rather be a simple bird, 
 
 Without a soul, and wronging none, 
 Than have my life with discord stirred 
 
 In piling pelf to leave when done. 
 
 THE TRUE AND FALSE. 
 
 Some men are born to tell the truth, 
 
 And some are born to falsify ; 
 But, worse than speech, there's none so false 
 
 As he whose life is all a lie. 
 
 Some men are born to aid the good, 
 And some are born to aid the evil ; 
 
 But he who deals in treacherous ways 
 Most cheats himself and serves the devil. 
 
 Some men are born to rise in worth, 
 And some are born to sink in night ; 
 
 The latter grovel in their lusts 
 And utterly reject the light. 
 
 Some men ire born ingenuous, 
 
 And some are born in gross deceit ; 
 
 But worst of all untruthful men 
 Is the accomplished hypocrite. 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 Some men do wrong from want of thought, 
 And some do wrong from pure design; 
 
 One serves his country, man and God, 
 The other self and powers malign. 
 
 Hence, there is ne'er a cause so just 
 But has its foes inspired by hates; 
 
 And there is ne'er a cause so bad 
 But finds its zealous advocates. 
 
 Thus ^ood and evil, true and false, 
 Wage ceaseless warfare, in the world ; 
 
 And though the good is gaining ground, 
 The bad has not from power been hurled. 
 
 For men are loath to make the change 
 By which the better reign begins ; 
 
 The multitude by far prefer 
 To longer revel in their sins. 
 
 Put it to vote to-day, and let 
 The public voice our fate decide; 
 
 The powers of hell would still prevail 
 And Christ again be crucified. 
 
 COMING JUSTICE. 
 
 A few more days of toil and trouble, 
 In waging war with wrong and might; 
 
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OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 A few more days of doubt and darkness, 
 And all of earth will end in night. 
 
 But, glorious fact, the world is moving, 
 
 And all the race is lifted up; 
 Dark superstition's clouds were broken 
 
 When Christ drank the bitter cup. 
 
 The Truth that makes men free is spreading, 
 
 Toilers now can see the right ; 
 And the coming tide is rising 
 
 That shall bring redeeming light. 
 
 Neither king nor priest can stem it. 
 It heedeth not their beck or nod, 
 
 It comes as storm or earthquake cometh — 
 Justice at the hand of God. 
 
 SINNING AGAINST HUMANITY. 
 
 See aristocratic knaves 
 Trading in the work of slaves. — 
 
 Slaves of want instead of lashes! 
 See the brutal free-trade fruits — 
 Toilers treated worse than brutes, 
 
 By Lords whom no foul wrong abashes! 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 INDEPENDENCE DAY— 1880. 
 Lo ! Freedom from celestial heights, 
 Now beckons man to loftier Mights; 
 With Justice by her side, she waits 
 To fling wide open Freedom's gates; 
 When prince and peasant, side by side, 
 May equal stand, in modest pride. 
 Two brothers, clothed with equal might, 
 Both governed by the sense of right. 
 
 When dakness ruled beyond the sea, 
 God kept this country for the free; 
 And when oppression's greedy host 
 Came here with threat and pompous boast, 
 To fix the curse upon this land 
 Of king and crown, a sturdy hand 
 Of braves sprang up, to meet and smite 
 These minions of the Prince of Night, 
 And drive them from the sacred shore 
 Designed for Freedom evermore. 
 
 Still, like a dark, foreboding fear, 
 The curse of slavery nestled here, 
 While Mammon's agents, full of wile, 
 Sought how to Freedom's sons beguile, 
 And some, like Hamilton, gave heed 
 To Monarchy's seductive creed, 
 And fixed on us a moneyed power 
 That rides and robs us, hour by hour, ; 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 It fastens on the ungrown corn, 
 
 It taxes children yet unborn; 
 
 Enslaving every son of toil, 
 
 It seeks control of all the soil, 
 
 And, with ils usury and rent, 
 
 It rules us all without consent; 
 
 It sets aside all moral rules, 
 
 And makes our agents Mammon's tools ; 
 
 While crime and want stalk to and fro, 
 
 And till this sacred land with wo! 
 
 Great God! is this the feast of love 
 
 For which our grand forefathers strove? 
 
 But while the trusted traitorous hand 
 Obeyed the usurer's base command, 
 We had our noble Washington, 
 Who would not stoop to wear a crown ; 
 We had our Jefferson, who rose 
 Above the sneers of titled foes, 
 And made our institutions still 
 In form express the people's will. 
 
 The slavery that a menace stood 
 Was finally washed out with blood; 
 But, though men's bodies are not sold, 
 We barter labor still for gold, 
 And God's design we still defy, 
 Nor heed our suffering brother's cry, 
 While building high the Babel tower 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 That points to the confusing hour, 
 When Justice will demand her own 
 And Babylon be overthrown; 
 
 Then all this scene of empty show, 
 
 This rotten mass of gilded wo, 
 
 Free trade and commerce, banks and stocks, 
 
 Disintegrating with the shocks 
 
 Of outraged human nature's wrath, 
 
 Accumulating in their path. 
 
 Will fall, as fabled Satan fell, 
 
 From highest heaven to deepest hell. 
 
 The hosts are gathering; Europe groans 
 Through all her weak and weary bones, 
 With the oppressor's galling load, 
 Which stings the masses like a goad, 
 And monarchs, quite distraught in mind, 
 The meanest sufferers of their kind, 
 Would gladly find relief in death, 
 If God would only take their breath ; 
 But, cowards trembling in their fear, 
 Their prayers, they find, God will not hear; 
 They see the horrid gathering mass: 
 They know the cup they cannot pass; 
 Mountains of sin, of son and sire, 
 When kindled by the people's ire, 
 Will burn with a consuming fire; 
 And royal blood will flow as free 
 As water pours into the sea ; 
 
132 OTHER i;UY 
 
 The people's blood Bowed in the pasl 
 The tyrants 1 blood will Bow nl last. 
 
 Whal shall avail their armies grout, 
 On which they build their fraud of state, 
 When frenzy seizes every soul, 
 And masses wild together roll, 
 
 A- pent-up waters harriers break, 
 
 When earth's foundations groan ami quake? 
 
 The Qod of Vengeance will be there, 
 
 And Stench and smoke will till the air. 
 
 While ruthless Nature sets aside 
 
 The silly pomp of human pride. 
 
 While war prevails beyond the flood, 
 
 Must our dear land be drenched in blood! 
 We have the ballot left us still. 
 But where hath gone the virtuous will 
 Which nerved our sires to strike the blow 
 That laid the base invaders low? 
 "Dumb driven cattle!" Party strife 
 Already hath prepared the knife! 
 Like sheep to shambles, we the polls 
 Approach and vote by party rolls; 
 We've not the nerve to dare he free 
 We choose who shall our butchers he; 
 Designing leaders make the choice, 
 And we approve with servile voice. 
 
* 
 
 '/ HER HHFMES. 
 
 Approved by all the potentates, 
 Ln! in the West oar Caesar waits;* 
 The hi "'1 lie lasted brings bim back. 
 A tiger lurking on our track ; 
 Our m marchists exclaim, "All bail !" 
 And Mammon follows in his trail; 
 Willi stony <•; e ud stolid mien, 
 He watched Chicago's doubtful scene; 
 An'1 though hie henchmen lo.st the fight, 
 And he proclaims thai All i- right," 
 11<- hopes, through bloody civil strife, 
 To reach the object of his life; 
 
 A- once, through vote of seven to eight, 
 
 The land escaped a bloody fate, 
 So yet. through vote of eight to seven, 
 It may to discord dire be driven, 
 And this the grand occasion be 
 For his enforced supremacy. 
 
 God giant our progress may be made 
 Without Destruction's direful aid — 
 Without a taste of tyranny, 
 
 Such as exists beyond the sea; 
 
 We have at our command the power 
 To reap the fruits of Freedom's dower 
 
 Many of the American people believed that in the third- 
 term movement there was a deep-laid plot to put Gen. <;rant 
 Into the presidential chair and keep him there the remain- 
 der of )h> days. The author bo believed. 
 
OTHER RHYMES 
 
 Without baptism in the tire 
 
 And blood of battle's fearful ire; 
 
 But men must ope their eyes and see 
 
 The evils of the "powers that be," 
 
 And cease to follow in the wake 
 
 Of men who work for plunder's sake, 
 
 And better men the} 7 must demand 
 
 As servants — not to rule the land ; 
 
 We want no government so strong 
 
 That none dare speak against the wrong; 
 
 We want a people equal, free, 
 
 And not an aristocracy, 
 
 That rulfis through Mammon's evil sway. 
 
 And laughs at Independence Day; 
 
 We should advance the common good, 
 
 And work for common brotherhood, 
 
 Spurning with potent social ban 
 
 Him who would rule his fellow-man. 
 
 But Education's needed work 
 No patriot can rightly shirk ; 
 To agitate and educate, 
 Prepares the way to renovate ; 
 And these must follow fast and sure, 
 Would we our nation's sickness cure; 
 Conservatism's cursed rock 
 Awaits, to give the deadly shock, 
 Unless we shift our sails and steer 
 For waters deep, and calm, and clear, 
 
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 OTHER RHYMES. 13 
 
 Where, mirrored on its placid face, 
 Is Heaven's beauty. Heaven's grace, 
 And all tlie elements divine 
 In triple glory meet and shine; 
 One view like this the future shows; 
 And one with lurid anger glows. 
 
 Awake, oh! Nations deaf and dumb, 
 For, lo! the judging angels come; 
 The East is dark with ancient night, 
 The West is red with rosy light; 
 Prepare your lamps while yet 'tis day, 
 Or perish on the darkened way. 
 
 TO THE RICH. 
 Do not rob your fellow-mortal — 
 
 Wealth was given you for use, 
 Not to spend in self-indulgence, 
 
 Nor to waste in gross abuse. 
 
 Do not wrong your weaker brother, 
 Power was given you to. aid, 
 
 Not to wield for self-dominion. 
 Nor to make the weak afraid. 
 
 Wealth and power involve a duty — 
 You should aid your fellow-man; 
 
 Educate the dark and erring. 
 
 Help the suffering when you can. 
 
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OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 Feed and clothe and teach the needy — 
 Don't oppress them with your might 
 
 Don't assume that you are holier. 
 And the pauper has no right. 
 
 Life is short and wealth is fleeting -. 
 
 Do not hoard from vain desire 
 To be rich and live in splendor — 
 
 Earthly glories soon expire. 
 
 Strive to make the world the better 
 For your living here below ; 
 
 Strive to make the earth the brighter 
 By your presence, where you go. 
 
 Prince and pauper, lord and peasant, 
 Meet as equals at the grave; 
 
 Wealth avails not in the future — 
 Only loving deeds can save. 
 
 Bear in mind that Christ, the Teacher, 
 Had not where to lay his head ; 
 
 Bear in mind how wealthy Dives, 
 For a drop of water plead. 
 
 GRINDING. 
 "The mills of the gods grind slowly, 
 But they grind exceeding small ;" 
 They are run by infernal engines, 
 
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 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 And they grind up souls and all; 
 The gods are there in their glory, 
 
 The wicked are there in their lust, 
 And into the hoppers are tumbled 
 
 And ground to invisible dust. 
 
 And this is tiie "outer darkness" 
 
 To which the selfish go; 
 And here is enforced the judgment 
 
 That endeth all their woe; 
 Returning to elements senseless, 
 
 And powerless for further abuse, 
 They are moulded by powers supernal 
 
 And made into vessels of use. 
 
 Then know ye the powers of heaven 
 
 Reign over the powers of hell, 
 And make even fiends and devils 
 
 Fulfill their purposes well ; 
 That while the righteous go upward, 
 
 To dwell in immortal youth, 
 The wicked, when ground into soul-dust, 
 
 Make fertile the Gardens of Truth. 
 
 TO NED 
 
 ON HIS FIRST BIRTHDAY ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 My year-old grandson, Ned, 
 There's much that might be said, 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 Could your dear little head 
 
 But understand it ; 
 And yet you look as wise, 
 Out of your two blue eyes, 
 On this birthday surprise, 
 
 As if you planned it. 
 
 And I am not so sure 
 
 But one so young and pure 
 
 Can solve the question truer 
 
 About our being, 
 Than heads that have grown older, 
 Than hearts that have grown colder. 
 Than eyes that have grown bolder 
 
 By longer seeing. 
 
 I wish I only knew 
 A simple thing or two 
 That does not bother you, 
 
 But me is vexing, 
 For age gives no relief 
 And life seems all too brief 
 For solving this, the chief 
 
 Question perplexing. 
 
 Is life a thing begun 
 Beaneath this earthly Eun, 
 Or has it ever run 
 
 Without beii-innin^V 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 And is this but a phase, 
 Along our being's ways — 
 One of the countless days 
 Life's wheel is spinning? 
 
 But here's a truce to this; 
 
 I deem it not amiss 
 
 You make your guileless kiss 
 
 The only answer; 
 I hope you, in your love, 
 Than I may wiser prove, 
 But harmless as a dove, 
 
 When you're a man, sir.. 
 
 PAUPER-MAKERS.* 
 Oh! God, in a world of plenty, 
 
 That any should want for bread; 
 Where hundreds can boast of their millions, 
 
 That millions should go unfed; 
 Ob ! wickedly selfish mortals, 
 
 What think you the end will be, 
 Of robbing your weaker fellows 
 
 To revel in luxury'? 
 
 ♦Matthew xxiii, 14— Wo unto yon, scribes and Pharisees, 
 hypocrites ! for ye devour widows' houses, and for pretense 
 make long prayers; therefore ye shall receive the greater 
 damnation. 33— Ye serpents, ye generation of vipers, how 
 can ye escape the damnation of hell? 
 
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OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 Do you think there is no justice! 
 
 Do you think there is no power 
 To some time restore the balance 
 
 And rule at the judgment hour? 
 
 Your riches shall rise and accuse you, 
 
 And haunt you, asleep and awake — 
 In troops the wronged ones before you 
 Shall enter and make you quake. 
 
 For a season, you heartlessly garner, 
 
 You turn, and the day hath sped. 
 The darkness of death is upon you. 
 
 You join in the march of the dead ; 
 You go to prepare for the judgment. 
 
 And live in your sins for a spoil ; 
 Then cometh the sentence eternal. 
 
 You sink to your places in hell ! 
 
 GREAT AND SMALL. 
 When I refleet how very small I am 
 
 In this great universe of conscious being, 
 I feel I am too weak to even damn — 
 
 Too feeble, even, to be worth the seeing. 
 
 Despairingly, I toss my arms in air 
 
 And humbly bow my head in abnegation; 
 
 How dare I even think about a prayer, 
 
 Or claim with the divine the least relation? 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 141 
 
 But is it nothing that a part I am, 
 
 A speck of this va-t universe of being? — 
 
 A microscopic point too small to damn, 
 
 But yet with all the other point- agreeing? 
 
 What is it to be great, or to be small ! 
 
 There is no great or small to the All-Seeing; 
 Content to be the smallest of them all, 
 
 Thank God, I'm part of the Eternal Being. 
 
 SMILES AND TEARS. 
 
 How stands the man above the brute? 
 
 Both have the self-same flesh and blood, 
 Both have the self-same pains and ills 
 
 That flesh is heir to, and the good. 
 
 Brutes have their memories and their likes 
 And dislikes of the things they meet; 
 
 They come and go, from seeming choice, 
 With Hying wings or fl}'ing feet. 
 
 Brutes have their instincts, ciose akin 
 To judgment and the higher views 
 
 Of man's perception, and their love 
 Of offspring, and their sad adieus. 
 
 Brutes have their voices, but they're not 
 Articulate like that of man; 
 
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 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 Dumb actions more express their moods 
 Than any tones they utter can. 
 
 Brutes seem to reason and resolve — 
 
 Have loves and longings and have fears; 
 
 But they rise not above the earth — 
 They have no gift of smiles or tears. 
 
 Brutes have their love of life, and fight 
 In self-defense this life to save, 
 
 But have not any hope or thought 
 Of spirit life beyond the grave. 
 
 They have no progress in this life, 
 No fond desire for higher spheres; 
 
 They have no signs of soaring soul, 
 The only heir to smiles and tears. 
 
 FAITHFUL WORKERS. 
 
 Faithful souls can never weary 
 In the work of doing good, 
 
 Gaining strength from each endeavor 
 For the human brotherhood. 
 
 Though the duty lie unpleasant, 
 
 Though the world be dark and cold, 
 
 To the future from the present 
 Look the faithful, brave and bold. 
 
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 Instruments of God's own using, 
 Working out his will as theirs. 
 
 Good into their work infusing, 
 Doing deeds, not saying prayers. 
 
 Self-forgettin"g in their duty, 
 Conscientious in their ways, 
 
 Spirits of immortal beauty, 
 Seeking right instead of praise. 
 
 Such can never, never weary 
 
 In the work to them assigned ; 
 Though the path be long and dreary, 
 
 Sweet companionship they find. 
 
 For good spirits and the angels 
 Walk with them by night and day ; 
 
 Earnest workers and evangels, 
 God is with them all the way. 
 
 THE FALL OF MAN. 
 
 Tradition and the sacred books 
 Point to the fall of man 
 
 From the original estate 
 Assigned in Being's plan. 
 
 They tell us of an Eden state, 
 When man, iu innocence, 
 
144 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 Maintained a childlike purity, 
 Not dreaming of offense. 
 
 Oft have I pondered on this myth, 
 
 Its inner sense to trace, 
 And what it teaches us to-day 
 
 To aid the human race. 
 
 What was the fall ? How did it come ? 
 
 What was the first offense 
 That brought upon the human race 
 
 A burden so immense? 
 
 The tempter was his selfishness, 
 
 And he from Justice fell ; 
 What else could cast him headlong down 
 
 From Heaven into Hell ? 
 
 In what does man's redemption lie? 
 
 Christ answered, in his day: 
 " Pursue the path uf righteousness, 
 
 The straight and narrow way. 
 
 " Seek ye God's kingdom of the just, 
 
 Pursue it evermore, 
 Then will all things which you may need, 
 
 Be added to your store." 
 
 Lo ! this would end all want and wo, 
 
 Would banish every sin, 
 And make God's earth a heaven below 
 
 To rear his children in. 
 
OTHER RBTMES. 145 
 
 A NEW-YEAR'S ADDRESS— 1884. 
 
 So you are here, Sir Eighty-Four ! 
 We'd hail and welcome you, but sore 
 We've rued such rashness o'er and o'er, 
 
 Repenting at our leisure; 
 And hence, before we bid you hail, 
 Please tell us how you'll carry sail, 
 What you will do, in what you'll fail, 
 
 And let us take your measure. 
 
 Like those we've welcomed here before, 
 
 Are you corrupted to the core, 
 
 And leagued with minions from the shore 
 
 Of Hades' dire dominion? 
 If so, we will not shake your hand, 
 Howe'er you bow, howe'er so bland ; 
 'Twill bring no good to this fair land, 
 
 If darkened by your pinion. 
 
 Now r , let us question you awhile, 
 And see if lurks beneath your smile 
 The spirit of Satanic wile, 
 
 That seeks to win our graces, 
 And then — betraying one and all, 
 As Year the First did at the "Fall," 
 When he on Adam made his call — 
 
 Defy us to our faces. 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 If this is what you mean to do, 
 
 We've had enough of such as you, 
 
 And curse the whole train of your crew, 
 
 From Year First to the present; 
 They've all proved false, in word and deed, 
 And we begin to hate the breed ; 
 We're tired and sick, and feel the need 
 
 Of one that's true and pleasant. 
 
 Will you make bare the schemes of sin, 
 
 And let the rays qf daylight in 
 
 On all the scamps who plot and grin, 
 
 While plundering the people'? 
 Will you hypocrisy expose, 
 And put a ring in Satan's nose, 
 As up and down the aisle he goes, 
 
 Beneath the church's steeple? 
 
 Will you financial questions clear, 
 And make the people see and hear 
 How Mammon robs them, year by year, 
 Through usury, banks and bubbles V 
 How government is run by men 
 Whose chief ambition is to ken 
 Some subtler way to steal, and then 
 On others charge our troubles'? 
 
 Will you the Beast of Commerce strip, 
 And show how hideous the ship 
 That barters on each selfish trip 
 
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 OTHER RHYMES. 147 
 
 The blood and sweat of labor — 
 Grinding t lie workers down to want, 
 Filling their ranks with famine gaunt, 
 Meeting their wo with sneer and taunt. 
 
 Exclaiming, "Who's my neighbor?" 
 
 Will you proclaim, in words of fire. 
 The laborer worthy of his hire. 
 And coo] the hell of greed's desire, 
 
 In all its cruel ranges? 
 Cause selfishness the wrong to flee 
 Of making labor cheap, and -see 
 The beauteousness of equity 
 
 And justice in exchanges? 
 
 Will you monopoly unearth, 
 Expose the nature of its birth, 
 Its love of self, contempt of worth, 
 
 Its communistic evils? 
 How sure it crooks and cramps the soul, 
 To one subordinates the whole, 
 Puts love of rule beyond control, 
 
 And mortals turns to devils? 
 
 Will you raise manhood over wealth? 
 Will you make pleasure bow to health? 
 "Will you crown frankness, banish stealth, 
 
 Turn property to uses ? 
 Will you give justice once a trial? 
 Will you speak truth without denial ? 
 
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 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 Will you keep wrath corked in a via] ? 
 And trample out abuses V 
 
 If so, we bid you welcome here; 
 If not, to outer darkness steer — 
 You are at any cost too dear; 
 
 We're better off without you; 
 So, stay you here or go your way ; 
 We name conditions for your stay; 
 But, spite of these, if you betray. 
 
 You make the hell about you. 
 
 LIFE. 
 
 Each soul's a living fount of Life 
 
 Forever running o'er, 
 A spring supplied from God's warm love 
 
 Outflowing evermore. 
 
 The blood that courses through His veins 
 
 Is coursing in our own, 
 But slowed and cooled, by coming far, 
 
 To earth-life's lower tone. 
 
 The brain of God's the source of light, 
 His heart the source of heat; 
 
 These light and warm the Universe, 
 And guide our erring feet. 
 
 Through all the quickened spirit world, 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 God's beating heart is heard, 
 And all, except the dull of earth, 
 Are by its pulses stirred. 
 
 The angels feel the thrill of jo}' 
 Which hushes every strife, 
 
 And Heaven beats, in rhythm sweet, 
 The psalm of endless life. 
 
 THE NEW COMMANDMENT. 
 
 The Nazarene laid down the law — 
 A new commandment gave his brother : 
 
 " I say to you be reconciled, 
 And also love ye one another." 
 
 And this, interpreted in act, 
 
 Would all malicious feeling smother — 
 Would rise above all selfishness, 
 
 And end in, " Help ye one another." 
 
 This precept makes all human kin 
 As dear as father or as mother, 
 
 £ :A we should feel a heavenly joy 
 When we are helping one another. 
 
 The souls that have not strayed from God, 
 By setting self above each other, 
 
 Need not be told by deed or word 
 To either love or help a brother. 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 The self-same origin of all 
 
 Means equal justice for each other; 
 How can he ask the help of God 
 
 Who never tried to help a brother V 
 
 A WAIL. 
 
 How sad a tiling is life on earth, 
 
 Beset with thorns through all the way! 
 
 E'en at the moment of its birth, 
 Before its eyes have seen the day, 
 
 The infant bids the world all hail 
 
 With pitiful and long-drawn wail. 
 
 It opes its eyes on sun and shade, 
 And slowly learns that all is vain, 
 
 As one by one its idols fade 
 
 And leave a sadd'ning sense of pain; 
 
 The joys of life grow weak and stale, 
 
 The aching heart finds voice in wail. 
 
 E'en music's sweetest tones are sad, 
 And over love there hangs a fear; 
 
 The gay are either blind or mad, 
 
 And hope hangs trembling on a tear; 
 
 As sorrow tells her touching tale, 
 
 The pitying soul sends forth a wail. 
 
 A retrospect brings do relief; 
 
 The way is strewn with wrecks and wrongs; 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 On all there lies a shade of grief, 
 
 And pity chants her mourning songs; 
 We see our best endeavors fail, 
 And life is one long, hitter wail. 
 
 At last, when suns no more shall rise 
 
 For us, the soul prepared for flight — 
 When all is fading from our eyes, 
 
 And comes the long and last good night- 
 While pangs our weeping friends assail, 
 We pass from earth mid sob and wail. 
 
 A sad but sacred thing is life; 
 
 A dark and solemn thing is death; 
 In trust, we meet the pain and strife 
 
 That leave us but with parting breath; 
 Death here is ever on our trail, 
 But does existence end in wail ? 
 
 The soul looks up for life on high, 
 Believing he who gave will give; 
 
 Oh ! let us live as if to die, 
 And die as if it were to live ; 
 
 We must find haven for our sail 
 
 Where nevermore is hoard a wail. 
 
 OUR MOTHER. 
 The world before "Our Father" bows 
 In adoration blind, 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 But quite forgets to mention Her, 
 The Mother of Mankind. 
 
 Yet She must be the " Better Half," 
 
 And partner in the plan, 
 To generate the Universe 
 
 And people it with man. 
 
 To Her I raise my thoughts, to Her 
 
 For sympathy I pray ; 
 Will not her loving soul go forth 
 
 In pity every day ? 
 
 She'll not o'erlook her earthly child, 
 Nor from his presence flee ; 
 
 Oh, Mother of the Universe, 
 
 I feign would come to Thee. 
 
 In secret closet, or abroad, 
 
 Where'er my work is wrought, 
 
 Direct me in my every deed, 
 
 And mould my every thought. 
 
 Our Mother who in Heaven art, 
 
 Beloved be thj T name ; 
 Thy queendom come, Thy will be done 
 
 In Heaven and earth the same. 
 
 Give us this day our daily bread, 
 
 Our many sins forgive; 
 And when this weary life is done, 
 
 With Thee, oh, let us live. 
 
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OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 And let us not be tempted sore, 
 Beyond our power to bear; 
 
 But keep us from all evil ways, 
 And shield us everywhere. 
 
 Tis thus to Thee, Our Mother dear. 
 
 Our daily thoughts ascend; 
 Thy Love he ours forevermore, 
 
 Thy presence without end. 
 
 DOWNWARD. . 
 
 The blind have led the blind so long, 
 And gone so very far astray, 
 Men cannot see the narrow way 
 
 That runs between the right and wrong. 
 Nor tell if it is night or day. 
 
 So, straggling on, the selfish crowd 
 Are trampling thousands in the dust 
 In vain attempts to sate their lust 
 
 With what goes not beyond the shroud, 
 But perisheth by moth and rust. 
 
 They quite forget the goal they sought, 
 When first they started on the road, 
 And tarry with a weary load 
 
 Of trash that cometh soon to naught. 
 While deatli prepares their dark abode. 
 
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 154 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 They cease to long for love or light, 
 They do not wish for any change, 
 Although it seems most passing strange, 
 
 But such as leads to endless night, 
 
 Thro' which their souls must ever range. 
 
 Companions fit for bat and owl, 
 In sunless twilight there they mope, 
 While mid their fantasies they grope. 
 
 As wolves for prey by moonlight prowl, 
 But clinging to a rayless hope. 
 
 They have no wish for better things, 
 They have but little sense or sight; 
 Here is their home, here their delight; 
 
 To this their very being clings, 
 Preferring darkness unto light. 
 
 They know not truth, but quake with fear; 
 They do the evil that they dare, 
 And choose the place in which they are ; 
 
 They hate the God that even here 
 Gives all the good that they can bear. 
 
 Self-immolated, ruled by self, 
 
 They rill their places self-prepared ; 
 Self-worshipers, on earth they dared 
 
 To prey on others for their pelf; 
 But now their very souls are bared. 
 
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OTHER RHYMES. 155 
 
 Here they must struggle with their kind, 
 Self meeting selfishness alone, 
 Each claiming all things for his own. 
 
 But soon in bitterness to find 
 
 He hath indeed the whirlwind sown. 
 
 His phantom riches come and go; 
 Between elation and despair, 
 He puffs his cheeks, he rends his hair, 
 
 His triumphs ending all in woe, 
 While his companions mocking stare. 
 
 He cannot bear a better state; 
 
 His very soul is so insane 
 
 The least of love would burn his brain 
 And fill his heart with hotter hate, 
 
 And make his ravings more inane. 
 
 To evil he forever clings; 
 
 To Heav'n he tightly shuts the door, 
 And moves toward the other shore, 
 
 Until annihilation brings 
 
 Him "outer darkness" evermore. 
 
 UPWARD. 
 
 One of two ways we must pursue; 
 We have alternate day and night, 
 We dwell between the wrong and right, 
 
156 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 And have our choice between the two — 
 To either shun or seek the light. 
 
 There comes a parting- of the ways; 
 
 We've tasted right, we've tasted wrong, 
 We've had our schooling with the throm 
 
 We've lived our term of earthly days. 
 And seek the place where we belong. 
 
 There's death in every thing we touch — 
 For every earthly thing must die; 
 We scarcely meet it ere it fly 
 
 And leave us sorrowing overmuch ; 
 • 'Tis not for us to question why. 
 
 The earnest soul looks for a guide 
 Above this world of crumbling clay; 
 It does not even wish to stay 
 
 And ride upon the boist'rous tide 
 
 Where rest forsakes us night and day. 
 
 We seek to rise above the dust — 
 Above the devil-haunted slums, 
 Above the miser's hoarded sums, 
 
 To where is neither moth nor rust, 
 To where corruption never comes. 
 
 We turn from fashion's giddy throng, 
 And shun the glare of gilt and pride — 
 The bubbles on the golden tide 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 That tell how men grow rich by wrong, 
 And how the plundered toilers died. 
 
 We seek for justice, knowing well 
 
 God's kingdom thus must come on earth: 
 We shun the throngs of boist'rous mirth, 
 
 And upward look, defying hell, 
 Believing in a higher birth. 
 
 For as man thinketh, so he is ; 
 
 The fool can doubt; the wise believes; 
 
 He sees, and reasons, and receives ; 
 The doubter makes the darkness his 
 
 And feeds his soul on husks and shives. 
 
 The soul that climbs, to something clings, 
 And passes on to something more; 
 'Tis ever knocking at the door, 
 
 And every moment something brings 
 As tokens of a farther shore. 
 
 There is no end to sound belief — 
 For sound belief is never blind ; 
 The seeking soul is sure to find 
 
 Some ray of hope to calm its grief, 
 Some solid anchor for the mind. 
 
 It grows and strengthens without end ; 
 It broadens into endless day; 
 It always seeks the better way 
 
OTHER 1111 YMES. 
 
 To which its future course must tend, 
 And upward mounts for aye and aye. 
 
 And thus expanding evermore 
 In Godlike order, 'twill rehearse 
 
 The story of the Universe, 
 That has an ever-spreading shore 
 The outer darkness to disperse. 
 
 WORK. 
 Oh, men, upright and grand, 
 
 Oh, women brave and true, 
 There's work enough in this wide world 
 
 For you and me to do ; 
 For education's work 
 
 Is only just begun; 
 It grows with every child that's born, 
 
 And spreads from sun to sun. 
 
 Each generation born 
 
 Must in its turn be taught, 
 And bear the light of wisdom on, 
 
 And swell the tide of thought; 
 Oh, should we careless let 
 
 One generation go, 
 'Twould make a void of darkness here 
 
 And fill the world with wo. 
 
♦ 
 
 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 The end no mind could see. 
 
 Nor yot the less compute; 
 'Twould set the gates of hell ajar, 
 
 And turn the man to brute; 
 Then force would be supreme, 
 
 Injustice bear the sway, 
 And wrong triumph a thousand-fold 
 
 More than it does to-day. 
 
 Then, workers, to the front, 
 
 And lift the children up — 
 Give them to drink, both long and deep, 
 
 From Wisdom's precious cup; 
 For thus the work goes on, 
 
 And thus the goal is won; 
 And so must men their duty do. 
 
 Till all God's work is done. 
 
 EVOLUTION. 
 
 Each planet has its childhood 
 Of thoughtless innocence; 
 
 Then comes the youthful wild mood 
 Of being more intense. 
 
 The clays of thought and doubting- 
 Come creeping on apace; 
 
 And man, his wisdom flouting, 
 Alone would win the race. 
 
160 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 Then bravely he proposes 
 And works with all his skill; 
 
 Another Power disposes, 
 Aiul bends him to its will. 
 
 At last, in his despairing, 
 
 He learns the vital truth, 
 Ami endeth by declaring 
 
 The folly of his youth. 
 
 His selfishness forsakes him — 
 
 He drinks the bitter cup ; 
 Then God looks down and takes him, 
 
 And gently lifts him up. 
 
 DESTINY OF A SOUL. 
 
 Life in the tree crops out in fruit ; 
 
 Each seed hath power to reproduce 
 
 And manifest itself in use; 
 The end of this who can compute ? 
 
 Thus life in God crops out in man ; 
 
 His generations come and go, 
 
 As on the vital forces flow; 
 But whence and whither, who can scan S 
 
 The tide must ever onward roll; 
 Without beginning, without end, 
 
OTHER RBYMFJS. 161 
 
 Who can existence comprehend, 
 ( )r read the future of a soul ? 
 
 "I'i~ my belief that, born of clod. 
 The soul expands at Love's sweet call, 
 And generates, till it is all 
 
 The strongest mind conceives of God. 
 
 Nor is this all. It stops not here. 
 For still the tide <>f life rolls out 
 And cannot rest, while round about 
 
 Evolves new being, sphere on sphere. 
 
 Existence has no bound or shore — 
 For love and wisdom must unite 
 And srenerate their heat and light, 
 
 Unfolding; life forevermore. 
 
 AN EVENING'S THOUGHTS. 
 
 How closely blent are thought and deed — 
 How closely mind and matter blent! 
 See life and flesh as one content — 
 
 Spirit and body well agreed ! 
 
 We see the earthly body dies — 
 
 Whence goes the more important part, 
 That willed the deed, that moved the heart — 
 
 The soul that loved, the mind so wise? 
 
1G2 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 The conscious life has been transferred 
 From flesh to mind, from clay to self; 
 And left the sordid world of pelf. 
 
 To be by finer forces stirred. 
 
 The grosser part has dropped away; 
 The living substance still survives. 
 And freer, stronger, nobly strives 
 
 To turn our darkness into day. 
 
 This is my hope, this my belief — 
 That purer feeling, real life 
 But just begins when ends the strife 
 
 Of brute sensations, mortal grief. 
 
 Welcome the reign of truth and trust; 
 Away with superstition's God, 
 Before whose baneful beck and nod 
 
 Mankind have groveled in the dust. 
 
 We darkly grope along our way ; 
 
 Our ignorance makes mystery; 
 
 We lack the growth and light to see, 
 And wait and grow toward the day. 
 
 Oh! wondrous feat of skill and might 
 That through the fibrous brain can send 
 A thought that at the fingers' end 
 
 Is traced in lucid lines of light. 
 
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 All things are thoughts revealed to view; 
 All thoughts are forms from mind thatspring, 
 And mind is God in every thing — 
 
 The All in All, the Old and New. 
 
 TROUBLE. 
 
 What is trouble? What is pain? 
 
 What is loss, and what is gain? 
 That we should mourn and how our heads in tears, 
 
 When the bubbles of this life 
 
 Break amid the selfish strife, 
 Or yield ourselves to murmurings and fears V 
 
 Had we nought to stir the soul, 
 
 Tearing us from earth's control, 
 And moving us to struggle toward the light, 
 
 Progress would not be for man ; 
 
 He would end whore he began, 
 Or listless downward sink in endless night, 
 
 Every earthly loss is gain, 
 
 Every earthly tic brings pain, 
 Because it must be broken ere we rise; 
 
 When our earthly race is run, 
 
 Lighted by a brighter sun, 
 Our troubles past we'll view with gladdened eyes. 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 "OUR FATHER." 
 
 We draw our life and power, 
 From one great beating heart, 
 
 And for a single hour 
 Cannot survive »:iart. 
 
 The earth, in its evolving, 
 Has reached the selfish plane, 
 
 And man, in his resolving, 
 Is bent on sordid gain. 
 
 He feels his pulses welling. 
 And thinks them all his own; 
 
 The thought within him swelling, 
 He claims as his alone. 
 
 The poor, unfolded spirit 
 
 Has nought but what is given ; 
 
 And cannot, on its merit, 
 Ascend from hell to Heaven. 
 
 But God, "Our Father," seeing 
 The weakness of His child, 
 
 From out His loving being, 
 
 Hath looked on man and smiled. 
 
 GENESIS. 
 Nothing was e'er created 
 In all the boundless range; 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 165 
 
 But all things generated 
 Evolved through endless change. 
 
 There ne'er was a beginning 
 
 Of Being as a whole ; 
 No time devoid of sinning, 
 
 When earths began to roll. 
 
 Our God was born and nourished 
 
 As infants now are bred ; 
 He loved, and grew, and flourished, 
 
 He met his love and wed. 
 
 There's no one found in Heaven 
 
 Who was not once on earth — 
 To none was life e'er given 
 
 Without an earthly birth. 
 
 What now we see before us 
 
 Was always seen before ; 
 The sky that's bending o'er us 
 
 Bent o'er the sons of yore. 
 
 The angels sinned and sorrowed 
 
 As mortals sorrow now ; 
 And Christ, by devils harrowed, 
 
 Wore thorns upon his brow. 
 
 "Our Father" was a mortal, 
 
 And suffered mortal pain; 
 Through Christ, he passed earth's portal, 
 
 And suffered it airain. 
 
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 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 Through Christ he sympathizes 
 With all who suffer here, 
 
 And aids the soul that rises 
 To seek a higher sphere. 
 
 Oh, man! he up and doing — 
 God opens wide the door; 
 
 Look up, he is renewing 
 Life's stream forevermore. 
 
 SONG. 
 
 When Adam lived in paradise, 
 
 He wasn't quite content, 
 Until a mate, his life to share, 
 
 Kind Heaven to him sent; 
 The two companions saw at once 
 
 What was their true relation, 
 And so began to live the life 
 Of true co-operation. 
 
 Alas! their boys could not agree 
 
 To live as happy brothers, 
 And brought a world of misery 
 Upon themselves and others. 
 
 Their boys fell out, the story goes. 
 
 And precious blond was spilt; 
 And ever since the murderer 
 
<)T US !i RHYMES. 
 
 Has pdced to his guilt 
 By following the wicked scheme 
 Of selfish competition, 
 
 Which drags the human family 
 Forever toward perdition. 
 
 Oh! had these erring hoys hehaved, 
 
 And lived as happy brothers, 
 What suffering they would have saved 
 Unto themselves and others! 
 
 But why continue, brother men, 
 
 To merit Heaven's frown. 
 And strive to elevate yourselves 
 
 By dragging others down? 
 It is not hard, I ween, to see 
 
 What is our fit relation, 
 And then begin to live the life 
 Of true co-operation. 
 
 Oh ! sister womau, brother man, 
 
 Be true unto eacli other, 
 And see in each no other than 
 A sister or a brother. 
 
 LOl-HERE. 
 
 When you hear men cry, " Lo! here 
 
 Is the way for wicked sinners," 
 Go not there, for it is clear 
 
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1G8 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 They are Mammon's subtle spinners 
 Of the web of craft and greed — 
 Spun to make their victims bleed. 
 
 Priest and king have ruled too long 
 For our welfare and progression; 
 
 When they fail to force the wrong, 
 They resort to false profession, 
 
 Drawing luxury and ease 
 
 From a world on bended knees. 
 
 Take no man's "thus saith the Lord " — 
 There's too much of such dictation ; 
 
 Judge ye of the deed and word — 
 Study well their true relation; 
 
 God works no exclusive plan — 
 
 Truth belongs to every man. 
 
 Judge yourselves of what is right, 
 E'en as you forte! 1 the weather; 
 
 Not from darkness cometh light, 
 Grapes from thorns ye do not gather; 
 
 By its fruits a tree is known — 
 
 Men must reap as they have sown. 
 
 Just as wide to you as priest, 
 If ye knock, the door will open; 
 
 Fear not — come to freedom's feast, 
 
 Though blind slaves ye long have gropen: 
 
OTHER RHYME*. 
 
 . the kingdon ju>t and true — 
 Other things will come to you. 
 
 Leave the priest and prince alone — 
 God lias iK> respect for persons; 
 
 Bread Hp trivetli not for stone ; 
 
 All their claims are vile aspersions 
 
 Of the God who, all things prove, 
 
 Asks not worship, but our love. 
 
 Seek for justice, seek for truth, 
 Follow not the base pretender; 
 
 Do n »t bow your heads in ruth. 
 Be your own, be man's defender; 
 
 Of the priest ye have no need — 
 
 God Himself will intercede. 
 
 LINES WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM. 
 
 Pleasant the faces, here and there, 
 
 We meet along the road of life; 
 Each face seems like a living prayer, 
 
 Amid the scenes of earthly strife — 
 A gleam of sunshine on our way, 
 
 A ray of hope that makes us -trong — 
 That helps to turn our night to day, 
 
 And puts new joy into our song. 
 
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170 nlUf.i; RHYMES. 
 
 NOT PEACE, BUT A SWORD. 
 
 I am not come to brine you peace, 
 
 For that were death in such a state; 
 I come to bring the lost release 
 
 From galling bondage, greed and hate; 
 I bring a sword, and scourging war. 
 
 Until the ends of Justice come; 
 The fight shall eease not henceforth, nor 
 
 The trumpets voice henceforth be dumb. 
 
 Alone I throw the gauntlet down. 
 
 Defying all the hosts of hell. 
 And right, till wrong has lost its crown, 
 
 With righteous souls its ranks shall swell 
 The muster may he slow hut sure; 
 
 The hosts of wrong in vain contend; 
 Right principles alone endure. 
 
 And Justice clearly sees the end. 
 
 And such a war and such a throng. 
 
 In darkness clad and steeped in night I 
 "Who think to them all things belong 
 
 r>\ virtue of I he law of might — 
 Whos ( > little world is hound by selt, 
 
 Who have no faith in right or good; 
 Whose God is hut a god of pelf, 
 
 Who have no sense of brotherhood. 
 
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 Full well I know the foe; full well 
 
 The straggle will be fierce and long; 
 Bat uh:it if yean in thousands tell 
 
 How righteousness contends with wrong V 
 No sense of safety all those years 
 
 Sh:ill come to one of .Mammon's sons; 
 Bui lie shall bug and nurse bis fears, 
 
 And grasps but Bhadows as he runs. 
 
 The triumph shall be mine; at last. 
 
 The powers of earth and hell must yield; 
 So wage the battle fierce and fast, 
 
 And ceaselessly on every field, 
 Till Justice quells the hosts of night, 
 
 And truth and love shall rule again; 
 Till Right stands forth in robes of light, 
 
 With peace on earth, good will to men. 
 
 TO ALBERT 
 
 ON HIS TWENTY-FIRST BIRTHDAY. 
 
 You ask of me a birthday rhyme, 
 And, hastily complying, 
 
 I snatch a moment of my time, 
 When Time is swiftly flying. 
 
 My son, to-day you're twenty-one; 
 The world is all before you ; 
 
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 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 The earth is firm you tread upon, 
 The heavens are bending o'er you. 
 
 If fortune frowns, do not lose heart — 
 It's been the fate of others; 
 
 But bravely on, and play your part 
 Among your worthy brothers. 
 
 Life hath its shadows and its lights, 
 Its ups and downs, and changes, 
 
 But you can find some pleasant sights 
 Where'er your future ranges. 
 
 May guardian angels guide your feet 
 Along the paths of Beauty, 
 
 And you find satisfaction sweet 
 In doing all your duty. 
 
 GOD. 
 
 Who hath seen God ? Who hath seen power 
 
 No one, the Scripture saith ; 
 And yet belief that they exist 
 
 Rests not alone on faith. 
 
 Something exists. This every mind 
 
 Is willing to confess; 
 That which exists is God alone — 
 
 The all of somethingness. 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 There is but one existence — One; 
 
 All are but parts of this — 
 The outward forms which mind assumes, 
 
 In all its variedness. 
 
 To think, is to create — to form; 
 
 All our imaginings 
 Are objects of the Realm of Thought — 
 
 The world of real things. 
 
 The power that prompts the brain to think, 
 
 The quick explosive force, 
 The rending fiery thunderbolt, 
 
 Have all the self-same source. 
 
 One blood goes pulsing through all hearts, 
 
 One life supplies all earths; 
 One will projects all forms and shapes 
 
 That have their countless births. 
 
 As sap that courseth through the tree, 
 
 A life-inspiring flood, 
 They work in every tiny leaf 
 
 And swell in every bud. 
 
 The thoughts of God made visible 
 
 Fill this external sphere; 
 The life of God invisible 
 
 Sustains our being here. 
 
 There is but one great source of power, 
 From which all others come — 
 
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m OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 One power one will -the will of God 
 Else ;ill wore dead and dumb. 
 
 WORSHIP. 
 
 My soul went out in search of one 
 
 Who liked to be adored 
 Who wished the erring sons of earth 
 To worship him as Lord. 
 
 Through all the darkest realms o\' hell 
 
 They met me on my way. 
 And each of legions cried to me: 
 
 "Behold! tome they pray." 
 
 I spurned the whole Satanic throng, 
 
 That wandered there in night, 
 And sought among the ahining host, 
 
 Who dwell in endless light. 
 
 But not a being could I find; 
 
 Through all the way I trod. 
 Of great or small, or high or low. 
 Who would. in< praised as God. 
 
 They said that only tyrants claimed 
 
 The homage o\' the weak. 
 And only in the brutal realms 
 
 For worship did they seek. 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 And th:- I gathered in my search, 
 An<l pondered where I went: 
 
 None lt r<-;it enongh and good enoogh 
 For worship will consent. 
 
 Then how infernal worship i- 
 W'a- burned into my mind. 
 
 And I exclaimed to every <j<«\ : 
 "Thou Satan, get behind !" 
 
 I found the ]ou<-r down, the mere 
 Submissiveness they claim, 
 
 Till freedom, love and light are lost, 
 Except in empty name. 
 
 The Being who sustains as all- 
 
 The God of Christ above 
 Want- no obsequious homage paid. 
 
 But freedom, faith and love. 
 
 A WARNING VOICE. 
 
 Hen make the hell we suffer here 
 By worshiping the L">d of greed, 
 And scrambling for the hoarded pelf 
 Which Labor has, through want and fear, 
 Brought forth by -kill and daring deed 
 To tempt the craven soul of self. 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 The rich dig gulfs with their own hands 
 Which cut them oft" from Heaven's shore, 
 As wealthy Dives was of old ; 
 They thus, in all the suffering lands. 
 Make Lazaruses, as of yore, 
 
 And sell their souls for sordid gold. 
 
 The} - might make Heaven here as well. 
 By just co-operative power. 
 
 Which giveth what belongs to each; 
 But competition breedeth hell — 
 It is the modern Babel tower, 
 The top of which all seek to reach. 
 
 This selfish scramble must have end, 
 If not in reason, then in wo — 
 If not injustice, then in might; 
 The wronged, by God nerved to defend, 
 In vengeance will their power throw 
 To bury foes in blood and night. 
 
 If the oppressor could be warned, 
 
 The change would come with quiet ease, 
 And Justice poise her scales in love; 
 But if all just appeals are scorned, 
 'Twill end this cruel reign of peace, 
 
 And vultures scream where coos the dove. 
 
 God help the people! God forgive 
 The rich who know not what they do, 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 And crucify t lie Savior still ; 
 For those who wrong the least that live 
 A course of cruelty pursue 
 That points in guilt to Calvary's Hill. 
 
 Eternal justice must he done. 
 The rule of earth must be reversed, 
 
 And wealth-made class must pass away; 
 Redemption's work has been begun, 
 
 The rule of Heaven on earth must burst 
 In light, and power, and God-like sway! 
 
 THE END. 
 
 Why all this mourning for the dead? 
 
 Why all this anguish mortal? 
 For every mother's child must tread 
 
 Death's dark and silent portal. 
 
 The dead are freed from earthly woes ; 
 
 There is an end of sighing; 
 And every weeping mourner know r s 
 
 The living are the dying. 
 
 The self-same power that placed us here 
 
 Sees tit to take us thither; 
 And from the cradle to the bier, 
 
 "Whatever blooms must wither. 
 
 The greedy grasp the things of earth, 
 
 And, grasping them, they perish ; 
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178 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 While others struggle on from birth, 
 With little here to cherish. 
 
 But high and low, the rich and poor, 
 Come to the same conclusion; 
 
 The final message cometh sure. 
 And calmeth all confusion. 
 
 It surely must be for the besl 
 This life is brief and fleeting; 
 
 Oh! may it end in glorious rest. 
 And many a happy meeting. 
 
 UNBELIEF. 
 
 Gross unbelief is almost universal. 
 
 And worse within the churches than without ; 
 In practice, creeds have their complete reversal, 
 Because of doubt. 
 
 The churchmen twice attend the church on Sunday, 
 
 In strict compliance with their narrow creeds; 
 Their unbelief assumes control on Monday 
 In all their deeds. 
 
 The worldly sinner gets a cordial damning — 
 
 Is warned that lie the cup of wrath must flee; 
 The next six days they show that they were sham- 
 And worse than he. [mine, 
 
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 UTII Kit RHYMES. 
 
 The hypocrites of old kej,t clean the platter, 
 
 80 far as outward cleanliness atones, 
 Bui they were sepulchres of foulest matter, 
 And dead men's bones. 
 
 The modern hypocrites are no less carnal, 
 
 No less like stealthy beasts of prey they prowl; 
 These modern sepulchres are no less charnel, 
 And no less foul. 
 
 They make long prayers for -how in public places, 
 
 They rob the widows and oppress the poor. 
 And Btrive to make by sanctimonious faces, 
 Election sure. 
 
 They compass all by means most strictly legal, 
 
 While working misery's hut 18 daily thronged; 
 They dwell in man-ion.-, and in style most regal, 
 And curse the wronged. 
 
 They traverse sea and earth for church extension, 
 And make the victims which their numbers swell 
 Than they themselves twofold more, by subvention, 
 Children of hell. 
 
 They have no faith in life beyond, the pn 
 
 They fear nojudgmenl for the deeds done here, 
 And .Mammon rule- them, from the priest to 
 
 This in their sphere. [ant — 
 
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 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 They pile up wealth and play the dog in manger; 
 
 They care not who may suffer so they thrive; 
 They have no sense of any coming danger, 
 And on they drive. 
 
 Nor love, nor pity for a fellow creature. 
 
 Nor sense of justice, stays their headlong course. 
 But self and greed are traced in every feature, 
 If nothing worse. 
 
 Had they belief in God, or hell, or Heaven, 
 
 Or in a conscious life beyond the grave, 
 They would not by a selfish lust be driven, 
 Like willing slave. 
 
 In spite of wealth and knowledge, taste and culture, 
 
 O'er all the world there hangs a cloud of grief; 
 The curse that preys upon it, like a vulture, 
 Is unbelief. 
 
 SLAVE-TRADING. 
 
 The old slave-dealer took his chattel 
 And sold him as he did his cattle; 
 
 The modern dealer grinds his neighbor, 
 While famine, with its fingers gaunt. 
 Applies the cruel lash of want, 
 
 Then traffics in the fruits of labor. 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 OUR GOD. 
 Our God is Love. He knows no bate, 
 
 And only wants us to be blest ; 
 He lifts us as an infant child 
 
 Is lifted to its mother's breast. 
 
 Why should we turn and flee from him, 
 
 Or bow to superstition's god ? 
 With guileless heart and cheerful mien, 
 
 The path of duty should be trod. 
 
 When in its infant days, the race 
 Was childlike, innocent and free; 
 
 It had no thought of doing wrong, 
 Nor bent the superstitious knee. 
 
 But when the pride of selfishness 
 Crept in and darkened Eden's bower, 
 
 Might took the place of right, and fear 
 Bade man bow down and worship power. 
 
 Whatever trammels human thought, 
 Whatever wakes a sense of fear, 
 
 Is born of the infernal realms, 
 
 And not of God's own realms of cheer. 
 
 Demands for worship come from hell, 
 And never come they from above ; 
 
 The God of Christ would have us live 
 In freedom, justice, truth aud love. 
 
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 182 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 Seek truth, fear not— God helps us all — 
 Push on, the truth shall make you free; 
 
 God loves with more than human love. 
 And more than human constancy. 
 
 The last commandment bids us love 
 Each other, as before the fall ; 
 
 A twelfth commandment now I give: 
 I bid you worship not at all. 
 
 OH ! YE WHO SUFFER. 
 Oh! ye who suffer, be not bowed in sadness, 
 
 Though misery enshroud thee as a pall ; 
 For soon for thee will dawn a day of gladness, 
 Bright over all. 
 
 But take unto thyself sweet consolation 
 
 Whene'er with anguish keen thy soul is torn, 
 For joy as deep shall wake with glad sensation, 
 The coming morn. 
 
 That soul is dead which feels no sense of anguish 
 
 When good men sorrow, or when wrong succeeds, 
 Or that in cool indifference can languish 
 When virtue bleeds. 
 
 There is most life where there is found most feeling, 
 
 And depth of suifring measures depth of joy; 
 The heat is hottest for the best annealing — 
 In God's employ. 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 I would mil be so frigid and insensate 
 
 As feel no pang, nor sense of mortal dread; 
 With wbal could this or future life compensate 
 A soul so dead ? 
 
 'Tis better thai this lit - '' be tenfold rougher, 
 
 And fires of anguish purge the soul of dross— 
 A hell of pain, such as a Christ could suffer 
 Upon the cross. 
 
 In agony would dwell the purest angel 
 
 Amid a world so steeped in sin and shame; 
 Ami he would hail, as God's own best evangel, 
 
 The purging flame. 
 
 Then sorrow not, nor bow in blind despairing, 
 Because the pangs of earth oppress the sore; 
 Be thou the child of faith, and hope, and daring- 
 'Twill soon be o'er. 
 
 TRUTH. 
 
 Truth is freedom's, and must prevail, 
 Making the hosts of error quail, 
 
 And giving unto the new era its birth; 
 Deep in the hearts of men it shines, 
 Turning to mom ters the popular shrines, 
 
 And bringing the kingdom of Heaven on earth. 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 THE REAL. 
 
 The I or the ego of earlier days 
 
 Is the I or the ego of now ; 
 Tho' the ways of our age are not infantile ways. 
 
 And wrinkled the careworn brow, 
 The man or the woman that totters along 
 
 Is the same that went skipping in youth. 
 But changed is the whilom and innocent song 
 
 To accord with the soberer truth. 
 
 Immutable principles only survive; 
 
 The realm of the real, we find, 
 (Where Beauty in all of her forms is alive), 
 
 Is that which is traversed by mind ; 
 'Tis only in visions of mind we can see 
 
 The beautiful glory of God ; 
 The soul which thus seeth must certainly be 
 
 Supreme over perishing clod. 
 
 The face of Jehovah no physical eye 
 
 Hath yet had the power to scan ; 
 Nor hath there been seen 'neath the dome of the 
 
 The soul or the spirit of man ; [sky 
 
 It maketh and buildeth ou earth, for its aid, 
 
 A sensual body of clay, 
 And stalketh abroad, like a vanishing shade, 
 
 From sunrise to sunset of day. 
 
 The physical world is the shadow of God, 
 The body the shadow of man; 
 
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OTHEi: RHYMES. 
 
 But atoms of spirit reflected from sod 
 
 Are we in tbe infinite plan; 
 These indivisible atoms divine, 
 
 From man to the highest above, 
 Their substance in countless conditions combine 
 
 In Being of Infinite Love. 
 
 Souls never can perish; we change in our form 
 
 Of existence, and say that we die ; 
 In a higher condition the soul groweth warm, 
 
 And its life is augmented on high; 
 'Tis destined to travel where angels have trod; 
 
 'Tis surely a part of the whole ; 
 The Glory of man is the glory of God — 
 
 "We are one in the life of the soul." 
 
 MOTIVES. 
 From various motives men do work, 
 
 Pursuing various ends ; 
 But few discern the real results 
 
 To which their action tends. 
 
 In this great universe of use, 
 All must perform their part, 
 
 And each performer does his work 
 With good or evil heart. 
 
 But, good or evil, matters not 
 
 To the All-Ruling Mind, 
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OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 Which guides all to the purposed end 
 His wisdom has designed. 
 
 By motives good or motives base 
 . He moves each living soul, 
 But whether base or whether good 
 Conditions must control. 
 
 Who worketh with a willing heart 
 
 And for the widest good. 
 Will most accord with God's design, 
 
 Most nearly understood. 
 
 But, good or evil, high or low, 
 None can their duty shun; 
 
 For 'each must serve the end in view 
 Until that end is won. 
 
 For God will never thwarted be. 
 
 Although a God of love; 
 A single duty left undone 
 
 Leaves closed the gates above. 
 
 And till that duty is performed, 
 
 As spirit or as man. 
 The soul must roam in deep unrest, 
 
 Beneath that duty's ban. 
 
 The selfish, stubborn soul may fail 
 
 To do its duty here, 
 But God hath methods to subdue 
 
 It in another sphere. 
 
OTHER BHTME8. 
 
 Then cultivate a loving heart 
 
 And a submissive will, 
 And strive from motives high and pure 
 
 God's purpose to fulfill. 
 
 CHANGE. 
 Of all there is of you and me. 
 
 Of all in this world of change, 
 Can you find a thing of all you see, 
 
 In all of the visible range, 
 That ever remaineth, in shape and form, 
 
 The same from day to day — 
 That changeth not, as the shine or storm, 
 
 That cometh and passeth away'/ 
 
 Old Jacob's "everlasting hills" 
 
 Are crumbling to the plains. 
 And every ray from the star-orbs thrills 
 
 With tireless Death's refrains; 
 Eternal change is written by Time 
 
 On every stratum of earth ; 
 The sun rolls on, in its course sublime, 
 
 Nor knoweth the place of its birth. 
 
 The visible world is passing away. 
 
 The solid melts into the air; 
 Material forms prove every day 
 
 As unsubstantial as prayer; 
 
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 or HE II RHYMES 
 
 A> one by one our idols go, 
 And leave us but the ideal. 
 
 All life's experience bids us know 
 Tbe invisible only is real . 
 
 For principles can never change, 
 
 And good and truth are sure; 
 So right survives the new and strange, 
 
 And justice must endure; 
 Learn these are substances and things- 
 
 The life of all that is— 
 The food of souls that soar and sing. 
 
 And bloom in endless bliss. 
 
 SHADOW-LAND. 
 
 Shadow-Land is not so distant — 
 This we dwell in is the land; 
 
 See its forms forever fading — 
 Fading fast on every hand. 
 
 Grasp we wealth, or grasp dominion, 
 We shall find it, soon or late, 
 
 Leaves the soul unfed and empty- 
 Empty, grieving at its fate. 
 
 Seek we fame, or seek we pleasure, 
 Luring us with visions fair, 
 
 Soon we find we follow bubbles — 
 Bubbles bursthiir into air. 
 
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 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 Down tlie dim and misty pathway, 
 
 As our eager steps we bend, 
 We are ever grasping shadows — 
 Shadows to the very end. 
 
 Earthly forms are only shadows 
 Of unseen, immortal mind. 
 
 Turning into dust and ashes — 
 Ashes which we leave behind. 
 
 Seek ye, then, the wealth of spirit- 
 Boldly seek, be not afraid ; 
 
 Seek ye for the living substance — 
 Substance, not the fleeting shade. 
 
 ORDER. 
 Order is God's first law; 
 
 It ruleth everywhere — 
 In Heaven above, in hell below, 
 
 In water, earth and air. 
 
 Without this primal law, 
 
 All would to chaos come — 
 Confusion worse confused would reign 
 
 And end in silence dumb. 
 
 But, held in God's right hand, 
 And ruled by law supreme, 
 
 The wildest discord is resolved 
 Into harmonious theme. 
 
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 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 We're all in God's strong hand ; 
 
 His work can never fail ; 
 If milder means avail but nought. 
 
 Then harsher means prevail. 
 
 He ruleth every act. 
 
 And turns it to our good — 
 A lesson in each thought and deed, 
 
 A hint in every mood. 
 
 He makes the crooked straight, 
 
 And quelleth discord dire; 
 He soothes and heals the deepest wound 
 
 And cools the hottest fire. 
 
 He leads by gentlest means 
 To which our natures yield ; 
 
 He shapeth all the ways of life. 
 So nothing is concealed. 
 
 He sees our weakest parts. 
 
 And touches them with strength — 
 
 The stubborn heart to order bends. 
 That law may rule at length. 
 
 In orcer Christ was born, 
 
 On earth his work begun; 
 All must to order be reduced 
 
 Before his work is done. 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 Then will perfected man 
 
 Control this earthly sod — 
 Companion of the angels, be 
 
 The living son of God. 
 
 IF. 
 
 If men were honest, few the laws 
 That we should need to punish crime; 
 
 No one would ever have the cause 
 To fear the loss of wealth or time, 
 
 By theft, or craft, or lawyer pleas, 
 
 But each enjoy his own, at ease — 
 If men were honest. 
 
 If men were just, dire poverty 
 Would vanish from our sunny earth, 
 
 And in the place of luxury, 
 
 Sweet temperance would have its birth ; 
 
 So riot, want, and fleshly ills, 
 
 Would disappear with doctors' bills — 
 If men were just. 
 
 If men were brave, the brother strong 
 Would not on weaker brother war; 
 
 And he would scorn to do the wrong 
 That man or God could chide him for; 
 
 The strong would guard and guide the weak, 
 
192 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 And might would do as right would speak- 
 If men were brave. 
 
 If men were true, the truth would thrive, 
 And falsehood disappear in shame; 
 
 Then moral courage would revive, 
 And trust be full of vital flame ; 
 
 Then words with meaning would be fraught, 
 
 And speech would correspond to thought — 
 If men were true. 
 
 If men were wise, they'd shape their ways 
 So all would have what God designed ; 
 
 Instead of scrambling all their days, 
 To gather dross and rob their kind , 
 
 They'd strive to soothe a brother's cares, 
 
 And deeds would take the place of prayers- 
 If men were wise. 
 
 If men were honest, just and brave, 
 And true, and wise, as they should be, 
 
 We'd miss the pauper with the slave; 
 None would be rich or poor, but free; 
 
 No eleemosynary hall 
 
 Accusingly to Heaven would call — 
 But Christ would reign. 
 
OTHER RHYMES. !93 
 
 STARLIGHT AND SUNLIGHT. 
 Calm the day goes out in splendor, 
 
 Cool the balmy breezes blow. 
 And a spirit soft and tender 
 
 Kests upon a world of wo. 
 
 Night serene, with all her starlight, 
 Slowly steals upon the view, 
 
 And each star, with dim and far light, 
 Twinkles in the silent blue. 
 
 Hush ! my soul, lean down and listen 
 For the rush of angel wings; 
 
 Faint and soft, behold the glisten 
 Of the light each pinion flings. 
 
 But when morning comes in glory, 
 And the dreaming world awakes, 
 
 Lo! the smile of God is o'er thee, 
 And his light upon thee breaks. 
 
 CHRISTIAN DUTY. 
 If men thought less of power and pelf, 
 
 And more of right and duty, 
 They'd break the shrines they've built to self. 
 
 And follow truth and beauty; 
 They'd shun the hideous forms of greed, 
 
 With their infernal features, 
 And the command of Scripture heed. 
 
 To serve their fellow creatures. 
 
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OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 THE MONEY PLOT. 
 
 Old Shylock sat in his carpeted room 
 
 And handled his money bags over; 
 He smiled when he tho't how he managed to live 
 
 And roll, like piggy, in clover; 
 And as he looked over his stocks and his bonds, 
 
 And his gold coming in semi-yearly, 
 He giggled aloud, as he thought to himself 
 
 How the poor people paid for it dearly, 
 
 But Satan stood near him and chuckled and leered, 
 
 And finally broke into laughter; 
 Old Shylock looked up, and exclaimed to himself: 
 
 " 'Tis the echo, that followeth after!" 
 And then a cold shudder crept over his soul, 
 
 As he thought how so few came to borrow 
 The money that daily came into his hands, 
 
 And he really looked gloomy with sorrow. 
 
 Says he: "I'll invent a new thing; in the scheme 
 
 Bondholders shall be interested; 
 A national system of banking is cute; 
 
 In this can our bonds be invested ; 
 'Twill double the cost of the currency used; 
 
 But easily can we contrive 
 To draw from the people the interest twice, 
 
 And thus make our business thrive! 
 
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OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 "Then we can control all the money supply, 
 
 Expand or contract it at pleasure, 
 And extort from them int'rest to any extent 
 
 We can find their capacity measure! 
 If to this we can add the monopoly scheme 
 
 Of the old specie basis delusion, 
 The workers then all at our mercy will be, 
 
 And we'll pluck them amid the confusion!" 
 
 'Twas a cold-blooded plot and filled Satan with glee, 
 
 As his laurels he nervously fumbled, 
 While he looked at old Shylock, his dearly belov'd, 
 
 Who sat there and muttered and mumbled! 
 Oh! when will the people wake up to the truth, 
 
 And banish the currency demon? 
 When will they insist on a currency fit 
 
 To be used by a nation of freemen? 
 
 THE PANIC. 
 
 The sounds that were heard in the New York 
 
 Exchange 
 Were wild and wicked, exciting and strange, 
 
 Unlike the strains of the classic Memnonium ; 
 For when the innocent Grants were slaughtered, 
 The Kingdom of Mammon careened and tottered, 
 
 And frightened the inmates of Pandemonium. 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 IDOLATRY. 
 
 Idolatry is born of Ignorance ; 
 
 Its sire is Fear, and Hope its sponsor stands; 
 Cunning and Greed come forward to advance 
 
 Its many claims; the tyrant understands 
 
 It gives him consequence when he commands. 
 And helps to keep his subjects dull and weak ; 
 
 The priest upholds it with his crafty hands, 
 And by it keeps himself both fat and sleek, [cheek. 
 With conscience tenfold harder than his brassy 
 
 The poor idolator expects to gain 
 
 In special favors from the god he owns; 
 
 He mouths his prayers expecting to obtain 
 
 Some kind of blessing through his pleading tones, 
 While bowing low upon his marrowd)ones, 
 
 And has no thought of principle or law; 
 He thinks his very abjectness atones 
 
 For all offenses, and he stands in awe [jaw. 
 
 Lest he offend the priest who smites him with his 
 
 The gods are many which the world adores; 
 
 They may be stocks and stones, or creeds and 
 Or saints or heroes ; there are many scores [books, 
 
 Of idols, both of good and evil looks, 
 
 To which the idol-serving worldling crooks 
 The favor seeking hinges of the knee ; 
 
 And then audaciously he freely brooks 
 
OTEER BBTMES. 
 
 Disfavor of the many gods, that he 
 
 .May serve at Mammon's Bhrine and roll ia luxury! 
 
 The known and unknown gods are set aside 
 When Mammon's glitt'ring chariot rolls along; 
 
 The churches all adore the pomp and pride 
 Of Mammon's blazing cortege; weak and strong 
 Join in his train, unconscious of a wrong. 
 
 And all the gods are chained unto his car; 
 The "Unknown God" may get their Sunday song — 
 
 On other days he's worshiped from afar! 
 
 But, next to Mammon, men adore the god of war. 
 
 There's no sincerity in all that's done 
 By way of worship; all is empty show, 
 
 External form ; in not a single one 
 Does it inspire a strong desire to go 
 The straight and narrow path of duty. Xo, 
 
 Not e'en the most benighted devotee — 
 The most sincere idolator we know — 
 
 Conforms his daily conduct so that he 
 
 Shall realize the prayer of his idolatry. 
 
 All worship is an inconsistent sham — 
 
 An echo from the thrones of earthly kings. 
 Who have the power to either bless or damn 
 
 Their subjects of this world in worldly things; 
 
 It will be fostered in the church, which brings 
 A living fat for wily ministers, 
 
 As long as folks will wear their leading-strings; 
 
198 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 But when the blood of independence stirs [ers. 
 
 Men's hearts, they'll cease to bow as idol-worship- 
 
 So long as thoughtless men deceive their souls 
 With vague conjectures that a wordy prayer 
 
 Their destiny beyond the graveyard moulds, 
 When breathed aloud into the empty air, 
 To some unknown mysterious being there, 
 
 Their conduct will be inconsistent, mad; 
 
 Reason and common sense will have no share 
 
 In guiding them to action, and the sad 
 
 Results will only to the world's confusion add. 
 
 But some day men will learn that law supreme, 
 
 Unchanging and unerring, rules us all ; 
 That there is neither low nor high extreme 
 
 Where special favors unto men may fall, 
 
 Or privilege be granted at the call 
 Of homage-giving beings who desire 
 
 To gain advantage, be it great or small ; 
 That selfishness can never raise men higher, 
 And only deeds of good can aid those who aspire. 
 
 Let men have faith in principle, and strive 
 To dwell in strict accord with equity; 
 
 When at the door of truth they always knock, 
 And deal no more in foolish mystery, 
 But trim the lamp of reason so they see 
 
 The right from wrong, and act the nobler part, 
 Then will the human race be truly free; 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 Then the millennium will surely start 
 With the millennial conditions in the heart. 
 
 'Tis not by exaltation of one's self 
 The prize of real happiness is won; 
 
 'Tis not by hoarding piles of worldly pelf 
 That we can win the plaudit of "well done;' 
 'Tis not by self-abasement we can shun 
 
 The painful consequence of evil aways; 
 'Tis not by wordy prayer to God or Son 
 
 We can prolong the measure of our days; 
 
 But living right, with duty done, forever pays. 
 
 Then break your idols, oh ! ye men of might, 
 If you would number with the truly strong ; 
 
 Strike ye for justice, freedom and the right, 
 If ye would join the ever-happy throng, 
 And sing in unison redemption's song; 
 
 Fling out the banner of the Brotherhood, 
 Bear it before }-e as ye march along; 
 
 Plant it where every idol erst has stood, 
 
 Proclaim to all mankind the universal good. 
 
 STEALING. 
 
 Non-producers garner wealth; 
 By ways and means of subtle stealth, 
 They compass Labor with a serpent's coil ; 
 By cunning laws, designed for stealing, 
 
200 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 And thievish plots, called business dealing, 
 They cheat the toilers of the fruits of toil ; 
 But, sure as Justice is eternal, 
 Omnipotence, which is supernal, 
 "Will punish thieves with pangs infernal. 
 
 THE DAWN. 
 
 Ho ! workers with the brain ; 
 
 Ho ! workers with the brawn ; 
 Take heart and hope again — 
 
 Behold the breaking dawn ! 
 In Rochdale's* humble lane, 
 
 Another child is born; 
 Ring out the glad refrain, 
 
 And greet the coming morn. 
 
 Press onward, then, as one, 
 
 And make each bondman free : 
 Let labor take its own, 
 
 And crush monopoly ; 
 Unerring be the blow 
 
 That strikes the tyrant dead; 
 Henceforth let Mammon bow, 
 
 And Manhood raise its head. 
 
 *Where workingmen's co operative associations origi- 
 nated. 
 
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 OTHER RHYMES. 20'. 
 
 His share of this world's work 
 
 Each hath the right to do. 
 And, spite of those who shirk, 
 
 To reap its blessings, too; 
 Lo! Justice seeks our homes — 
 
 Tl'.e clouds of night are riven 
 And Uod's own kingdom comes 
 
 On earth as 'tis in Heaven. 
 
 THE FASHIONABLE RICH.* 
 
 God help the rich — they need it very much ; 
 They stand upon such very slippery ground, 
 There is so much to tempt them in the round 
 
 Of giddy pleasure and of sensuous touch. 
 
 Having no need to join in honest toil, 
 To get an honest living, the}' perforce 
 Choose for themselves a dissipated course, 
 
 In which to spend their time and Labor's spoil. 
 
 Assuming airs superior, they feel 
 
 They cannot do e'en education's work ; 
 And so in "fashionable" schools they shirk 
 
 The highest duties that to them appeal. 
 
 ♦Aside from genera] observation, the revelations of the 
 London * Knji. > Tall Mall Gazette and the recent rink disclo- 
 sures in Syracuse justify this satire. 
 
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202 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 They get a smattering of many things, 
 
 With little knowledge that is sound and clear; 
 They're polished off with very thin veneer, 
 
 And give "Society" their simperings. 
 
 Their duclish manners are a passport clear 
 To all the "higher" circles of the town, 
 While on the "lower" classes they look down 
 
 With idiotic smile and stupid sneer. 
 
 The club-room and saloon attract the males, 
 And wine and women turn their feeble brains ; 
 Indulgence from them manhood quickly drains 
 
 And every better faculty soon fails. 
 
 The stronger ones on innocence may prey 
 And purchase virtue for a money-price — 
 This is a high aristocratic vice, 
 
 If we believe the journals of the day. 
 
 The "ladies," poor deluded, helpless creatures, 
 Find their excitement in the rink and party; 
 They're "sweet," and their flirtations are so 
 hearty 
 
 They make their impress on their pretty features. 
 
 But if their morals get a little loose, 
 "Society" has means to keep it mum ; 
 The paper gossips, too, are wisely dumb — 
 
 Unless some silly girl becomes a goose. 
 
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 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 And if perchance the scandal some one utter, 
 The law may come to silence the accuser; 
 But when its pet is stamped as a seducer — 
 
 Why, then "Society" is in a flutter! 
 
 God help the rich — if they are "worth the candle ;" 
 They are so needy and so very weak — 
 They're such a waste of matter, so to speak, 
 
 Twere great economy such stuff to handle! 
 
 MODERN LIFE. 
 
 Hoard and pile, hoard and pile, 
 
 Serving Mammon all the while 
 At a fearful sacrifice of soul and body ; 
 
 When the pile has reached its height, 
 
 Sinking into endless night, 
 With a soul — if soul is left — enrobed in shoddy ! 
 
 A HINT. 
 Some people are so intent on pelf 
 That they see nothing not centered in self, 
 
 And care not a fig for equity ; 
 They may wake up beyond the St}-x, 
 And find themselves in a sorry fix, 
 
 With none but self for company. 
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L'<V4 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 DEAD! 
 
 How sad a sight it is to see 
 An infant in its casket — dead! 
 
 And what a world of misery 
 
 Enshrouds the mother's heart when she 
 Beholds the moveless hands and head ! 
 
 So young, so helpless and so fair, 
 So innocent, so frail and pure — 
 
 A hud just opening to the air, 
 
 The idol of a mother's care. 
 In her affections all-secure. 
 
 Why should it have so brief a stay? 
 
 Why came it to a world like this? 
 What was its mission of a day? 
 Why did it steal our hearts away. 
 
 Then leave us but a burning kiss? 
 
 Why should the precious darling die? 
 
 Oh ! God, we are so very blind ! — 
 We have no understanding why 
 The little soul so soon should fly 
 
 And leave its mould of clay behind. 
 
 It has escaped the trials here — 
 Let us not sorrow overmuch, 
 But, while we drop the bitter tear, 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 205 
 
 Believe it in a better sphere — 
 For Heaven's kingdom is of such. 
 
 We hope to meet our loved ones there; 
 
 The Borrowing soul will have it so; 
 No other thought the heart will bear; 
 Deprive us of it, ye who dare — 
 
 This consolation in our wo! 
 
 MAMMON'S COMPLAINT. 
 Mammon declares that wages are too high — 
 
 They leave to the employer no return; 
 Whoever heard him say that capital 
 
 Was asking more than workingmen can earn? 
 
 Without the laborer whence is the wealth V 
 The angel Labor turns all things to use; 
 And yet it often fails of its reward 
 
 Because of robbery and gross abuse. 
 
 If useful toil is- not deserving pay, 
 
 What else is there that should receive the spoil? 
 What else gives value to the things of earth 
 
 But that which is bestowed by faithful toil? 
 
 And should not he who makes the value have 
 The value that his labor hath bestowed? 
 
 Both equity and common sense say, yes; 
 But Mammon ruleth by another code. 
 
 Write it upon the tablets of the earth, 
 
206 OTHER RHYMES. 
 
 Trace it upon the sky in lines of fire : 
 "Inalienable is the right to work — 
 The laborer is worthy of his hire." 
 
 COSTLY FOLLY. 
 
 More than clothing, more than bread, 
 
 These and shelter for the head. 
 Ruining the man and stripling. 
 
 Turning thrift to poverty. 
 
 Turning joy to misery. 
 Costs the nation's smoke and tippling. 
 
 POLITICS. 
 
 Rare is the man who understands 
 
 Why power is placed in wicked hands. 
 And the worshipers of Mammon keep their revels: 
 
 But, were there saints the posts to fill. 
 
 It would not suit the public will, 
 So God, of course, must rule the world by devils! 
 
 THE FREE TRADER. 
 
 Cooped up on his little Isle, 
 
 Breeding selfishness and guile, 
 Nursing pride and needing a provider, 
 
 Johnny Bull has grown to be 
 
 More insatiate than a flee, 
 Subtler and more cunning than a spider. 
 
OTUF.li IUITMES. 
 
 ALONE. 
 
 The world recedes; I less and less 
 Am in accord with it> rude spirit and its aims; 
 Tis growing strange, and I confess 
 
 I dream and wander mid familiar scenes and names 
 As one alone and seeking health might roam 
 In foreign lands while longing for his home. 
 
 Yet, I have friends, and where I go 
 I always meet with smiling faces and kind words; 
 
 And if indeed this were not so, 
 Twonld be to me as lack of sunshine to the birds — 
 I'd walk in shadow all the weary way, 
 And little care if it be night or day. 
 
 My thoughts are not the world's; my heart 
 Heats not in unison with its unceasing strife; 
 
 And in its schemes I have no part; 
 I deem its wild carousals waste of time and life; 
 I find no joy where folly sits in pride, 
 And sense and worth are coldly pushed aside. 
 
 I'm shocked with blindness of the throng, 
 And with the thoughtlessness in which its masses 
 The weak are trampled by the strong [move; 
 And downward go by thousands; careless men 
 approve 
 The wretches who thus win their way by force, 
 And climb to irreatness o'er a brother's corse. 
 
203 OTH1R BHFJfSST. 
 
 Without avail the cry against abuse; 
 
 E'en the abused will turn in scorn and call you 
 
 Poor, helpless victims of a ruse, ["crank!" 
 
 Who champions your cause from you gets little 
 
 You are the rabble that of old once cried : [thank ; 
 
 "Barrabas save; let Christ be crucified!" 
 
 I turn away to shun the sight ; 
 I would not be a witness to such monstrous deeds; 
 
 Such works of darkness done in light! — 
 Done in a world full of religious rites and creeds ! 
 Accusing angels o'er the earth have trod, 
 And all the victims' souls will cry to God. 
 
 I bow my head, in sackcloth clad ; 
 It is no use to speak, for none on earth will hear; 
 
 I turn away in silence sad; 
 Lo! the procession from the cradle to the bier — 
 How each is burdened with a weary load. 
 And each the other jostles on the road ! 
 
 From early youth, in my weak way, 
 I've wasted many years in efforts vain to turn 
 
 The eyes of men unto the day; [spurn, 
 
 But they, with pitying look, my feeble teachings 
 Content to live in bondage — lacking will 
 To thrust aside the things they know that kill 
 
 God wake the world from its dull sleep 
 Of death and sin, that holds it in its dreadful thrall, 
 
OTHER RHYMES. 209 
 
 And let the warming sunlight creep 
 Into the throbbing brains and hearts of great and 
 Arousing them to light and life divine, [small, 
 And overthrowing Mammon's hateful shrine! 
 
 My day is done ; I go my way, 
 And leave the world to tread whatever path it will ; 
 
 I walk alone amid the twilight gray 
 That bounds the downward slope of this life's weary 
 The night is near at hand, the evening air [hill ; 
 Is fresh with breezes from a world more fair. 
 
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INDEX. 
 
 I'A'.K. 
 
 "I HI. . ■■■:/ | 1:1 ' 1. Cahto I. Gen< - - 5 
 
 II. The Savior - - 17 
 
 ill. The Crucifixion 28 
 
 IV. The Application - 38 
 
 v. The Second Coming 60 
 
 VI. Word, of Hope 60 
 
 A VISION .... - r.', 
 
 WAKING ..-- 76 
 
 THEM ALE 01 BEING - - " 
 CONSOLATION - - - - -79 
 
 THEOLDTBAMP - 80 
 
 I REMBLING I AITJI - - - 82 
 THE RULING PBIN( I. - - - 
 
 THE STEEDS OF THE WIND - - 88 
 IMMORTALITY .... 
 
 THE UNTJTTEBED - - 91 
 
 Mil. DEAF AMi Till; BLIND - 83 
 
 OT K BURDENS - - - - 95 
 
 96 
 
 WE TWO - - 9" 
 
212 IXDEX. 
 
 Page. 
 
 RETROSPECT AND PROSPECT - - 98 
 
 TO MY WIFE - - - - - 100 
 
 TO MY WIFE IN HEAVEN - - 102 
 
 15th OF MAY --... tog 
 
 DREAM-LAND - 105 
 
 SHADOWS - - - - -106 
 
 NOT HERE ----- 10 <j 
 
 JULY 9, 1884 ' - - - - 110 
 
 a love song - - - - in 
 
 CHOOSE YE 113 
 
 THE NIGHT-WATCH ... 1U 
 
 CO-WORKERS - - - - 115 
 
 A MACHINE .... 117 
 
 LINES WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM - - 120 
 
 ONE ------ 121 
 
 THE LIGHT ----- 123 
 
 GOD'S IMAGE - 124 
 
 HATTIE ------ 125 
 
 THE TRUE AND FALSE - 126 
 
 COMING JUSTICE - 127 
 
 SINNING AGAINST HUMANITY - - 128 
 
 INDEPENDENCE DAY— 1S80 - - - 129 
 
 TO THE RICH - 135 
 
 GRINDING - - - - - 136 
 
 TO NED ----- 137 
 
 PAUPER MAKERS - . . . 139 
 
 GREAT AND SMALL - - 140 
 
 SMILES AND TEARS - - - - 141 
 
INDEX. 213 
 
 Page. 
 
 FAITHFUL WORKERS - 142 
 
 THE FALL OF MAN - - - -143 
 
 A NEW YEAR'S ADDRESS-1884 - 145 
 
 LIFE - - - - - - 148 
 
 THE NEW COMMANDMENT - - 149 
 
 A WAIL - - - - - - 150 
 
 OUR MOTBEK - 151 
 
 DOWNWARD - - - - 153 
 
 UPWARD ----- 155 
 
 WORK - - - - - - 158 
 
 EVOLUTION ----- 159 
 
 DESTINY OF A SOUL - - - - 160 
 
 AX EVENING'S THOUGHTS - - 161 
 
 TROUBLE - - - - 163 
 
 OUR FATHER - 164 
 
 GENESIS ------ 164 
 
 SONG ----- 166 
 
 LO! HERE - - - - - 167 
 
 LINES WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM - - 169 
 
 NOT PEACE, BUT A SWORD - - - 170 
 
 TO ALBERT ----- 171 
 
 Col) - - - - - - 172 
 
 WORSHIP ----- 174 
 
 A WARNING VOICE - - - - 175 
 
 THE END ----- 177 
 
 UNBELIEF - - - - - 178 
 
 SLAVE-TRADING - 180 
 
 OUR GOD - - - - - 181 
 
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214 INDEX. 
 
 Page. 
 
 OH! YE WHO SUFFEB - - 182 
 
 TEUTH - - - - - 183 
 
 THE EEAL - - - 181 
 
 MOTIVES - - - - - 185 
 
 CHANGE - 187 
 
 SHADOW- LAND - - - - 188 
 
 ORDER - - - - 189 
 
 IF - - - - - - - 19] 
 
 STAKLIGHT AND SUNLIGHT - - 193 
 
 CHRISTIAN DUTY - 193 
 
 THE MONEY PLOT - l!)4 
 
 THE PANIC - - - - - 195 
 
 IDOLATRY - - - I9i; 
 
 STEALING ----- 199 
 
 THE DAWN ----- 200 
 
 THE FASHIONABLE EICH - - 201 
 
 MODERN LIFE - 203 
 
 A HINT ------ 203 
 
 DEAD ------ 204 
 
 MAMMON'S COMPLAINT - - - 205 
 
 COSTLY FOLLY ... - 206 
 
 POLITICS ----- 206 
 
 THE FREE TRADER - - - 206 
 
 ALONE ------ 207 
 
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