One sunny day,
Far from the battle's roar, some children strayed,
In the deep meadow grass and laughed and played,
As little children may.

But suddenly
A blue-eyed maiden saw a wayside shrine,
The Cross, the form of Him, and with a sign
She murmured plaintively,

"Our Father," while
The tiny hands pressed tightly to her breast,
As if to still the heart in its unrest;
Then, with a wistful smile,

"Forgive us—our Trespasses" — the tears fell fast — "as we" —
The little breast heaved like the summer sea —
"As we" — in vain the power
To speak again.

Just then a noble form knelt at the shrine,
A tender voice spoke low, "Father divine,
Our loss shall be our gain.

"Forgive them, Lord,
That trespass against us"; and the little child,
Knelt by the King, who took her hand and smiled.
God's sunlight on them poured.

A glow at morn:
The rose half tempted in blooming red:
Bright hopes just born
That ere the eve, must shed
Their petals, though we never deem them dead.

A warmth at noon,
Full-souled and odorous; and life all fair
As summer moon,
When stars lace beams as rare
As laughter which hath not behind some care.

A rest at eve: The ardor and the heat of day is o’er.
Hope can deceive
No longer: life no more
Can weave romances from a poet's lore.

A hush at night:
We fold our wings as birds that seek the nest.
Earth is bedight
With rose no more. The zest
Of life sinks with the sunlight in the west.

It is no dream,
No castle-building time, that we call life;
To catch the gleam
Of heaven in the strife,
Our toil must tend to reach the better life.

There is much room
For gratitude, much room for tenderness
In all the gloom
Of sorrow, much to bless.
If we will labor more, and murmer less.

Let us not turn
To seek in clouds our happiness, but try
Each day to learn
That near home blessings lie.
Those die to live who first have lived to die.

Look up, look up, lest thou perchance shouldst miss
The glory of the heavens: the noonday sun.
The star-world o’er thy head, the tender kiss
Of dawn, the majesty of day begun.

Look up with new resolve for other sake
Than just thine own. Climb up the mountain steep,
Hard-breathing in the wind, that some may take
Fresh heart from thee ere eyes be closed in sleep.

Look up! for brave endeavour God doth call,
Life is too short for anything but love;
And His great truth for ever for us all
Shall light the weary road, heaven’s arch above.

Look up, to give to life a nobler worth,
And speak high words of cheer when thou shalt find
One chance to be an angel on the earth,
A benediction to thy suffering kind.

Look up! What matter if with empty hands
Thou comest? — if thou foldest them to pray
Thou givest much to Him who understands
Life’s mystery of pain from day to day.

Look up with fearless front, erect o’er strife.
Though dark the night and winterly the day.
Courage, oh, toiler! let the door of life
Stand open wide for Christ to come that way.

Give of they best.
Truth, honor, love, unfailing sympathy,
God has bestowed His richest gifts on thee!
Do thou the rest.

Give of thy truth,
And, truth will answer thee. Set high this crown
Upon thy life, that nought shall drag it down
To dust forsooth.

Give honor, too.
And, honor will come back to thee again,
Increased a hundredfold, through strife and
And much ado.

Give of thy love,
And love will ope the gate of Paradise.
So shalt thou reach, through human sacrifice,
The life above.

Give sympathy,
To ease some aching heart with heavy load,
And help to bear the Cross upon the road
To Calvary.