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Hereafter (Poem)

Life is a dream, from now until tomorrowWe know not what may hap, none can foretellThe pains that we may feel, the joy or sorrow,The birth of hope, or its sad passing knell. Like one who sleepeth knows not time is fleeting,Nor counts the precious moments as they fly.Thus are…
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Now (Poem)

Thou art what the present finds thee:Leave tradition, grasp today;It is Hope and Fear that blinds thee—Fear not then if Duty binds thee—Seize thou life, and leave decay. Why encumbered with the fiction;Man in childhood chanced to weave?Why on dogma base conviction?Truth can ne'er impose restriction—Right and reason—these believe.
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Labor is Life (Poem)

Labor is life! 'Tis the still water faileth;Idleness ever despaireth, bewaileth;Keep the watch wound, for the dark rust assaileth;Flowers droop and die in the stillness of noon. Labor is glory! The flying cloud lightens;Only the waving wing changes and brightens!Idle hearts only the dark future frightens.Play the sweet keys would’st…
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Knock, and it Shall be Opened (Poem)

Behold! I stand at the door.—Rev. iii. 20. "Behold! I stand at the door,"But 'tis locked and barred within,And the bars are Ignorance,And the locks are forged by sin;And the might of Love aloneA light through the chinks may pour."Soul! yet to thyself unknown,Behold! I stand at the door." "Behold…
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The Perfect Man (Poem)

For God thou seekest! Where, and why?—Thou scarce shalt find Him here or there—In earth below, in Heaven on high,But rather everywhere. For God?—but what dost thou expectTo find? He’s all. Not so confinedAs to be cramped in creed or sect:Good thoughts, brave deeds, kind words, reflectHis image: be not…
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The One Unutterable Need (Poem)

I pass along the busy street,Scanning the faces that I meet,Striving to read, as best I may,What Life has writ on living clay;And often, all unconsciously,They open out their hearts to me:Then, dumb with unshed tears, I readThe one unutterable need.For some discordant, loud, and clear,Only the din of traffic…
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Life (Poem)

Into the vista of “What might have been" Another day has passed, and with it all The deeds undone, the harsh unkindly words, The actions whose sole motives were for “self,” The thoughts unguarded, wherein crept the beast, Are past and gone—into the “Might have been." What opportunities for doing…
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The Lowly Way

All ways are waiting for my feet to tread,The light and dark, the living and the dead,The broad and narrow way, the high and low,The good and bad, and with quick step or slow,I now may enter any way I will,And find, by walking, which is good, which ill. And…
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Friendship (Poem)

Thy friendship! What it means to meNor pen, nor tongue can ever say:Its fragrance makes the shadows flee,And brightens every gloomy day. Its fruit in kindly thought is seenPoured out in letters breathing love,Producing happiness serene,Which must its perfect value prove. How precious is this gift Divine!Which brings such fragrance…
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If Only We Strive (Poem)

If only we strive to be pure and good,The foam of the sea will lower its crest,And the weary waves that we used to breastWill sob and turn and sink slowly to rest,With a tender calm all over and through. If only we strive to be pure and true,To each…
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Thoughts

If we could know the mighty power of thought,Its fertile growth and all-creative laws,And potency for evil or for good,The theme would give us pause. For every thought begotten in the heart,Grows as a child on that from which it feeds,Till it matures, and surely passes outInto the world of…
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The Word (Poem)

Lo, I am with thee, even to the end;Though thou be sore bereft, though every friendForsake or disappoint thee, I am thine,To strengthen thee and help, and thou art Mine. My Love will not forsake thee, though the lightIs blotted for a while from thy soul's sight,Sweet as the scent…
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Work Truly (Poem)

I must work the works of Him that sent me, while it is day. The night cometh, when no man can work. —St. John ix. 4, R.V. Work while 'tis called the day; for when the nightHas cast its shadow o'er the earth, no manCan do correctly what requires the…
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Exhortation (Poem)

O! Use thy moments as they fleeIn aspect of eternity;In acts abides the actor.Eternal Truth when understoodTurns curse to bliss, the bad to good;Make Truth thy life's great factor,SowingSeeds, growing,Never waning,But attainingTo resplendentGlories of the realms transcendent. Repeated sin destroys the understanding, and he whose reason is impaired repeats his…
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Yashas (Poem)

At that time there was in Benares a noble youth, Yashas by name, the son of a wealthy merchant. Troubled in his mind about the sorrows of the world, he secretly rose up in the night and stole away to the Blessed One.—The Gospel of Buddha Lo, in the night,…
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Unknown (Poem)

"Alas!" they sigh, "how sad her lotOf poverty and loneliness!"Yet hath she, though they know it not,A crowd of friends her life to bless. Fair memories and dainty dreamsHer spirit haunt by night and day;And thoughts as pure as mountain-streamsAre friends unseen to cheer her way. While he who holds…
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Limitations

I dreamed of holding sway o'er wide domainsWhose fruitful tillage should enrich a realm;Instead—a narrow plot of stony soilUpon a hillside bleak is mine to tend—But summer twilights fall as softly hereAs in a fairer spot; what time the windsWhisper together of the coming night,(As children whisper secrets in their…
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The Good Man (Poem)

He is one who counts no public toil so hardAs idly glittering pleasures; one controlledBy no man's haste, nor swayed by gods of gold;Prizing, not courting, all just men's regard;With none but manhood's ancient Order starred,Nor crowned with titles less august and oldThan human greatness; large-brained, limpid-souled;Whom dreams can hurry…
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The Finding of Wisdom (Poem)

I sought the world, but peace was not there;I courted learning, but Truth was not revealed;I sojourned with philosophy, but my heart was sore with vanity.And I cried, "Where is Peace to be found?And where is the hiding-place of Truth?"In Humility I found Peace,In the practice of Righteousness Truth was…
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Long I Sought Thee

Long I sought thee, Spirit holy,Master Spirit, meek and lowly;Sought thee with a silent sorrow, brooding o’er the woes of men;Vainly sought thy yoke of meekness’Neath the weight of woe and weakness;Finding not, yet in my failing, seeking o’er and o’er again. In unrest and doubt and sadnessDwelt I, yet…
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Together (Poem)

I said "Life holds at least one perfect joy,A melody earth’s discords cannot quell,A rainbow light athwart the darkest cloud—We are together, therefore all is well." Then suddenly the music broke and ceased,The rainbow faded, joy as swiftly fled,For we were parted; "Can it be," I cried,"That I am living…
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Fruits of Solitude (Poem)

Thou, when thou prayest, enter into thine inner chamber, and having shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret.—Matthew vi. 6, R.V. When thou hast shut thy chamber door, dost thouYield thy whole self to simple solitude?Dost thou resolve that nothing shall intrude,Because thou would'st thy soul's…
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The Love which Dies to Save and Lives to BIess (Poem)

There is no greater love than that which diesAnd gives its own life for another’s sake,Puts by its all, and even death defies,That for a friend it happiness may make.There is no greater love; e’en to the grave’Twill fearless go,—the Love that dies to save. There is no greater love…
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Be Happy (Poem)

Let us try to be happy! We may, if we will,Find some pleasures in life to o'erbalance the ill,There was never an evil, if well understood,But what, rightly managed, would turn to a good.If we were but as ready to look to the lightAs we are to sit moping because…
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Open the Door, O Lord (Poem)

To proclaim liberty to the captives and the opening of the prison to them that are bound.—Isaiah 61:1 I. Open Thou, the prison door, O Lord,And set the captives free,From suffering and from woes untoldBring forth, and lead them unto Thee,Thou King of Kings. For Thou the prison door can…
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In Tune With the Infinite (Poem)

On night's still camp is pitched my tent,That weary body where my days are spent,And on the golden brink I lieOf life's sweet rest and mystery.Veiled from my eyes the glare of day,The turmoil of the crowded way.The "Me," that may not live by sight,Yearns for a ray of purer…
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A Thought (Poem)

Sometimes in the dark,When stars in heaven their silent watches keep,While mother nature rocks the world to sleep,And all is strangely still;My soul awakes and vainly strives to seeThe why and wherefore of life’s mystery,And why what was, and is, and is to beShould Be. Sometimes in the morn,When from…
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Manhood's Dignity (Poem)

I am no worm of earth, to crawl or lieUpon the surface, deeming it my homeOr constant place of habitation.Have in my form a secret pow'r to roamIn mental fancy through the universe,And feel a freedom in my reasoning mind:Led on by Hope, I bid doubt's clouds disperse,For the Divinity…
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The Thought World (Poem)

Deep in the secret heart of Life there liesA wondrous land, a garden of the soul;Unheard, without, the tides of passion roll,And from its portals human suffering flies. The gate stands ever open, and the flowersThe glory of their beauty offer free,We gather fruit or blossom from the tree,For all…
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A Prayer (Poem)

Infinite Nearness! Thee I see revealedIn song of bird, the flower at my door,The happy laughter of a little child,The star at night, the pebble on the shore,Each unto each allied, and all in Thee,Thou tender, loving, grand Reality,Who art so near, so near! Mystery shrouds Thee, but today I…
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Let Something Good Be Said (Poem)

When over the fair fame of friend or foeThe shadow of disgrace shall fall, insteadOf words of blame, or proof of thus and so,Let something good be said. Forget not that no fellow-being yetMay fall so low but love may lift his head;Even the cheek of shame with tears is…
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Why Do I Fail? (Answered) (Poem)

When l would lift my soul to highest heavenThat state of bliss so rich, so full, so free;Where errors are forgotten and forgivenAnd love alone reigns thro’ eternity: When I would strain as doth the seed soil-fetteredTo pierce the earth and heaven’s sweet breeze inhale,Why is it vain?—I fall again…
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The Better View (Poem)

If we talk of the good that the world contains,And try our best to add to it,The evil will die of neglect by-and-by—'Tis the very best way to undo it. We preach too much and we dwell too longOn sin and sorrow and trouble;We help them to live by the…
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God is Light (Poem)

Dark your way is it? Dark as EgyptWas dark to the Hebrews in Pharaoh’s time!It is easy you say to look towards heaven,When you walk where the mountain tops sublime,See the first faint blue of the miracle dawn,Feel the roselight kiss of the wonderful morn,A-thrill with the glory of earth…
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What of the Night?

What of the night, O Watchman! see’st thou yetThe glimmering dawn upon the mountain heightsThe golden Herald of the Light of lights,Are his fair feet upon the hilltops set? Cometh he yet to chase away the gloom,And with it all the demons of the Night?Strike yet his darting rays upon…
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Whatever Is, Is Best (Poem)

I know as my life grows older,And mine eyes have clearer sight,That under each rank Wrong, somewhereThere lies the root of Right.That each sorrow has its purpose,By the sorrowing oft unguessed;But as sure as the sun brings morning,Whatever is, is best. I know that each sinful action,As sure as the…
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Among the Amranths (Poem)

Dim lies my path, the eve is very still:Kine are reposing in the meadow grass,The nightingale has ceased the poignant thrill,Silent the village street, and no wains pass: far in the WestDay’s last warm shimmer wanes, above the wold Alone stare glistens, like a lamp of gold, O’er earth at…
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Good Deeds

The man who with a heart of loveDoeth an action good and kindFor mercy's sake, expecting nought,Great recompense will find."For he who doeth good to oneOf these my brethren counted leastTo me the deed hath also done"—Thus spake our great High Priest.Were only deeds of love performed,Their mingled essences would…
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Precept and Practice (Poem)

Halt not! Decide which course is thine:Look neither right nor left: Advance!Thy mission is indeed divine—Not at the beck and call of chance. Hold up thine head, and know thy worth:The Highest dwells Himself in thee,No greater force in heaven or earthThan Manhood ever can there be. Wouldst order all—on…
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Human Life (Poem)

Infinite possibility of lifeIs ours who live upon this earth. Each soulIs in itself a harmony, a wholeAs given direct from God.And if the strifeEnter and mar the music that is rifeWithin the deeps of being, may the dayDawn of sweet peace the world not takes away;And may the soul…
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A Legend (Poem)

There has come to my mind a legend, A thing I had half forgot, And whether I read it or dreamed it— Ah well, it matters not. It is said that in heaven at twilight A great bell softly swings, And man may listen and hearken To the wonderful music…
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The Secret of Success (Poem)

On thyself insist, imbuedWith gladness and elation.On "trial" and "suffering" never brood—Nor yet invite a passive moodOf "tranquil resignation."All that Is, is Truth and Good—The "evil" is negation—So, wisely let thine attitudeBe one of Affirmation.
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Roses (Poem)

There is never a rose that has bloomed, dear,In this garden of ours today,That has not given light,Or gladdened the sightOf some traveler, on his way. It may be a butterfly only,As he fits 'neath the sunny sky,But the glimpse of the rose,In the breeze, as she blows,Makes him pause…
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Self-Reliance (Poem)

None but thyself can live thy life; none otherCan work for thee. Collect experience;Trust to thyself, nor lean not on thy brotherAll is in thee, and shall develop hence. Convince thyself thy life below is needed,Else were it not projected on this plane.Can God be cheated? Hath His plan succeeded?Doubt…
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The Key of Victory (Poem)

I therefore appoint January 6th, 1918, to be set aside as a special day of prayer and thanksgiving...throughout my dominions.—George R. I. Thro’ future years this Royal Mandate willUttered by Britain’s King all nations thrill,For Faith in God has urged him to declareThat Britain must gain victory thro' prayer.More thrilling…
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Love’s Recompense (Poem)

  Be not afraid to give—Your heart's best, and your all.Give, and still give.Though life withdrawThe source from whenceYour love was born, And leave you, sad, alone. Give still, and with thy givingPray,—and on thy heartAs prayer ascendsA power shall comeAnd strengthen thee,And love at lastWith richness shall thee bless.
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The Age of Good (Poem)

Mankind has waited long;Still saved by hope it waits,Calming its eagerness with songWhile quelling fears and hates. No more the soul is boundBy man's dim-sighted creeds;Love makes all earth a holy groundAnd fills all human needs. Wars still may scourge the lands,And Greed with Greed may fight,But Free Religion nobly…
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One Day (Poem)

Lord, long ago I brought to Thee my years,Each new-born year, and whilst I held it fast,Sense of possession somewhat marred my fears,Prayed I might treat it better than the last.But oh! so soon it copied those of yoreThat in my keen distress I wished it gone,That I might turn…
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Joy Cometh in the Morning (Poem)

Joy cometh in the morning,Oh! dry those doubting tears;'Tis e'er before the dawningThe darkest hour appears. Thinkst thou the sun has vanishedBecause 'tis out of sight?Thinkst thou that night has banishedFor aye the morning light? Oh! waken from the sadnessWhich faithlessness has wrought;How could we learn of gladnessIf not by…
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The Two Lives (Poem)

My soul has ever loved to draw apart,To steal unnoticed from the noisy din,And listen to the voice within,The still small whisper of the quiet heart. I ever loved to listen long and deep,And strain the spirits‘ inner ear to catchThe gentle lifting of the latchOf chamber doors where sweetest…
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