411

Zephyr.

DEATH.

Why should we tremble or deplore
The fact of everlasting sleep?

Our work once done, earth needs no more
That we shall smile, or speak, or weep.

If we have nobly wrought for all,
Our lives unselfish been, and true,
No matter when or where we fall,
There can no change our work undo.

Above our clay our friends may bend,
The quiet grave upon us close,
In dreamless sleep that knows no end,
Secure from ills we shall repose.

So we may fold our helpless hands,
And smile on Nature's kind decree,
While she a willing sponsor stands
For other lives that are to be.

-Mrs. Jennie B. Brown.

412

10s. & 7s.

DEEDS-NOT WORDS.

Actions-not words is the world's greatest want, Deeds that are honest and true.

The world is no richer for miserable cant,

Of what we are "going to do."

In our lives it is what we have done that will tell, Not what we desire or intend.

If the actions of life are performed true and well, We will reap the reward at the end.

If with some gentle heart we are truly in love, Let us prove by our actions its measure

And not with sweet words that we use like a glove, To take on or off at our pleasure.

For "actions speak louder than words we are told, "Tis as true as the heaven above.

Words are but drops-while good deeds are pure gold, And stand as a proof of our love.

"Tis the same in the world-in the routine of life, Words fill a very small space.

They may be deceitful, provoke wrong and strife, May cover a sin dark and base;

But actions speak trumpet-tongued of the intent, Their meaning we cannot deny.

By what a man does we'll know what is meant, While words are a sham and a lie.

413

INVOCATION.

-Theodore S. Dobbs.

Oh spirits of love and beauty draw near,
And lift from my sad, weary eyes

The shadows that ever before me appear
To darken the visions that rise.

Oh come from your home where the summer light glows,
Through the aisles of an infinite clime,

And breathe on my spirit the charm of repose
From the fountains of Nature divine.

Oh, leave me no longer in sadness, I pray,
Ye spirits of beauty and love;

I long for your presence to gladden my way,
Till I rest in your gardens above.

Adown life's fair river that flows to the West,

My bark glides so swiftly along,

And in its soft murmur a voice from the blest
Bids me ever be faithful and strong.

Oft times I have strayed by the margin of spring,
Till I felt the sweet touch of a power

Sweep over my lyre like an angel's soft wing,
With the fragrance of many a flower.

And the love that was mine in the glad olden time,
Fell over my spirit like dew,

In the vale of affection where flowers still twine,
As fragrant and tender and true.

-Bishop A. Beals.

O, ever-living Truth! to thee
Our votive offering we bring;

For thou alone must ever be

The one safe rock to which we cling.

Our anchor when wild storms arise,

Sunk many hundred fathoms deep;
Our watchword when the starry skies
The records of thy triumphs keep.

The acme of that high estate,

To which our earnest souls aspire;
Conditions happy that await

The grand fulfillment of desire.

The only God mankind can know,
Great sovereign of time and space!
From out eternal ages flow

Conceptions of thy saving grace.

Truth everlasting and divine,

May thy sweet presence, and thy name, In majesty arise and shine,

A sublimated, quenchless flame!—

-Music and words by Mrs. Jennie B. Brown.

415

LIBERAL HYMN.

Humanity, for thee,

And for thy liberty,
-Our legions plead!

Now be each tyrant's chain,
Forever broke in twain;

Our work prove not in vain,

For thine and thee.

O brothers! unto thee,
Who would be nobly free,

In love we come;
And in the name of right,
And Freedom's holy light,
Abjure and spurn the blight
Of priestly craft.

An altar new to thee,
We raise, O Liberty!

Brilliant.

Our incense burn;

The old things pass'd away,
New things ris'n from decay
Shall crown with deathless lay
Our righteous cause.

Reason, we cry to thee,
Author of Liberty,

To bless this day!

Let truth and love prevail,

Nor strength nor courage fail,

Till we the days shall hail

When thought is free!

Music and Words by Mrs. Jennie B. Brown.

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EDITH EARLE-Serenade.

Edith Earle, dainty pearl,

Through the night's glimmering,
Flash out the shimmering

Light of thine eyes;

Oh, let them, like a gem,

Shine through the veil of night,

rit.