Part 12 (1/2)

And common paths glow with a grace supernal, And happiness walks hand in hand with care, And faith becomes a knowledge fixed, eternal, For those who often seek the bridge of prayer.

NEW YEAR

Know this! there is nothing can harm you If you are at peace with your soul.

Know this, and the knowledge shall arm you With courage and strength to the goal.

Your spirit shall break every fetter, And love shall cast out every fear.

And grander, and gladder, and better Shall be every added new year.

DECEITFUL CALM

The winds are still; the sea lies all untroubled Beneath a cloudless sky; the morn is bright, Yet, Lord, I feel my need of Thee is doubled; Come nearer to me in this blaze of light; The night must fall,--the storm will burst at length.

Oh! give me strength.

So well, so well, I know the treacherous seeming Of days like this; they are too heavenly fair.

Those waves that laugh like happy children dreaming, Are mighty forces brewing some despair For thoughtless hearts, and ere the hour of need, Let mine take heed.

Joy cannot last; it must give place to sorrow As certainly as solar systems roll.

I would not wait till that time comes to borrow The strength prayer offers to a suffering soul.

Here in the sunlight--yet undimmed by shade, I cry for aid.

I dare not lightly drain the cup of pleasure, Though Thine the hand that proffers me the draught.

Such bitter lees lie lower in the measure, I shall need courage, ere the potion's quaffed; Then strengthen me before that time befall, To drink the gall.

I need Thee in my joys and my successes, To make me humble, grateful, and not vain.

I need Thee when the weight of sorrow presses The tortured heart that cries aloud in pain, So close great pleasures and great anguish lie.

Lord, Lord, come nigh.

UN RENCONTRE

Now ought we to laugh or to weep-- Was it comical, or was it grave?

When we who had waded breast deep In pa.s.sion's most turbulent wave Met out on an isle in Time's ocean, With never one thrill of emotion.

We had parted in sorrow and tears; Our letters were frequent and wet; We wrote about pitiless years, And we swore we could never forget.

An angel you called me alway, And I thought you a G.o.d gone astray.

We met in an everyday style; Unmoved by a tremor or start; Shook hands, smiled a commonplace smile; (With a happy new love in each heart), And I thought you the homeliest man As you awkwardly picked up my fan!