The elder folks shook hands at las… Down seat by seat the signal passe… To simple ways like ours unused, Half solemnized and half amused, With long-drawn breath and shrug,…

In the minister’s morning sermon He had told of the primal fall, And how thenceforth the wrath of… Rested on each and all. And how of His will and pleasure,

Over the threshold of his pleasant… Set in green clearings passed the… In simple trust, misdoubting not t… ‘Dear heart of mine!’ he said, ‘th… To trust the Lord for shelter.’ O…

The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder light than waning moon. Slow tracing down the thickening s…

NAUHAUGHT, the Indian deacon,… Dwelt, poor but blameless, where h… Stretches its shrunk arm out to al… And the relentless smiting of the… Awoke one morning from a pleasant…

IN Westminster’s royal halls, Robed in their pontificals, England’s ancient prelates stood For the people’s right and good. Closed around the waiting crowd,

THE pleasant isle of Rügen looks… To the silver-sanded beaches of th… And in the town of Rambin a littl… Plucked the meadow-flowers togethe… Alike were they in beauty if not i…

A track of moonlight on a quiet la… Whose small waves on a silver-sand… Whisper of peace, and with the low… Such harmonies as keep the woods a… And listening all night long for t…

A tender child of summers three, Seeking her little bed at night, Paused on the dark stair timidly. ‘Oh, mother! Take my hand,’ said… ‘And then the dark will all be lig…

THE tossing spray of Cocheco’s f… Hardened to ice on its rocky wall, As through Dover town in the chil… Three women passed, at the cart-ta… Bared to the waist, for the north…

Last week the Lord be praised for… To His unworthy servant! I arrive… Safe at the Mission, via Westport… I tarried over night, to aid in fo… A Vigilance Committee, to send ba…

Of all that Orient lands can vaun… Of marvels with our own competing, The strangest is the Haschish pla… And what will follow on its eating… What pictures to the taster rise,

The Khan came from Bokhara town To Hamza, santon of renown. ‘My head is sick, my hands are wea… Thy help, O holy man, I seek.’ In silence marking for a space

Spare me, dread angel of reproof, And let the sunshine weave to-day Its gold-threads in the warp and w… Of life so poor and gray. Spare me awhile; the flesh is weak…

A STRENGTH Thy service cannot… A faith which doubt can never dim, A heart of love, a lip of fire, O Freedom’s God! be Thou to him! Speak through him words of power a…