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SEVEN
I stood beside the surging river’s brim,
And watched it rushing to the waiting sea.
Its yellow tide leapt with impetuous force
Against the calm and uncomplaining rocks;
Its restless breast heaved with the throb of life
Gathered amid the strife of flood and storm.
And as it swept with busy impulse on
To where the vast, wild and resistless sea
Stretched out its white arms midst the straggling
cliffs
To clasp this wanderer of the wilderness,
I caught a strange, deep-toned soliloquy -
impassioned language which the solitudes
Had listened to from immemorial time.
It burst upon my soul as clear and full
As the sublime and soul-enthralling speech
Which awed mankind when God first spoke to them.
And as I listened, whle the far young ■Spring
Breathed out her life in lingering cadences,
This is the oracle the River spoke:
If thou wouldst learn the purposes of God,
The full intent and meaning so His plan
Concerning thee, frail man, come go with me
To yon far, peaceful dell where I began
An infant brawler in the dreaming woods.
(See what a tiny rivulet I sprang !
Unstained and placid, the great trees among,
I stole half-hidden, daring not to speak
Above a warbling whisper, till I sought
The sun-crowned meadow —then I laughed aloud.
I looked up at the sun, and caught the smile
Os God reflected, and I knew ’twas love
Stole down to earth to kiss with radiance
The gleaming bosom of the universe:—
And I was of that universe a part!
I caught the spirit of God’s brooding love —
And straighway sought my brothers who among
The rough uncommunicative hills,
Unconsciously, were blindly seeking me.
Love’s search —always rewarded —met its meed
In banded brotherhood far down the vale
Where Peace lay dreaming on fair Nature’s breast.
My search had taught me labor, and I came
From wrestling with the stubborn rocks and hills
Strong and undaunted as adventure joined
To deathless love. Lost in one changeless aim,
With song that flooded all the listening woods,
I fought my way out to the calling sea.
I dedicated all my struggling course
To one strong purpose —Service —and, the voice
Which startled the rude wilderness Was tuned
To one sweet anthem, and that anthem love.
THE MISSION GIRL AND GOLDEN AGE ONE YEAR $2.50
THE ORACLE
ATLANTA. GA., APRIL 1, 1509.
How full of sturdy strength and fair renown
Has been my pilgrimage since that rare day!
I laved the feet of children as I passed,
I satisfied the thirsty lily’s root,
I cooled the fever of the panting brute,
And bathed the plumage of the tired bird.
I kissed the drooping meadows with my spray,
I told a tale of peace and truth to man,
Spoke praise of God to every listener,
And poured sweet music into Nature’s ear.
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’Twas thus that love and labor made me strong.
My errant brothers caught my voice and came
Mad-dashing, wild to join me, and I leapt
Impetuous at the throat of every hill
And braggart boulder which dared interpose
A show of force to my undaunted way.
Imperious opposition made me strong
With battling ’gainst its proud imperiousness.
Till one fair day I gathered all my strength
And, with my brothers, broke upon the world
In compact union—all my future sure.
There is a fine serenity in work
Such as I give unstinted to mankind.
Do you not hear the shuttles boom and crash?
And hear you not the thunder of the loom?
Behold the countless craft instinct with life
Borne safely on my ever willing breast,
And listen to the busy song of men
Sustained and nurtured by me cheerfully.
My destiny is Service —so is man’s —
Service, sweet-mingled with unchanging love.
And when at last 1 pour my ceaseless flood
Into the breast of ocean, and give up
To its eternal silences ray life, >
I will drift on forever, uncondemned
By any righteous force that reigns above
And with the sounds
Which, aggregated, make the harmonies,
The grand Te Deum of eternity,
My voice will mingle, and my history
Will be enwreathed among the matchless lines
Which God’s own hand shall write in astral flame
Upon the brooding breast of boundless space
When He unfolds the tale of destinies,
And writes the epic of the universe.
Morning Prayer.
Thou Fount of goodness, strength and love, I pray
Thy blessing for today.
Direct my steps, that they
Be safely placed nor wander from Thy way.
Incline my will to Thine, and help me do
Things honest, kind and true
All the long hours through,—
Oh, help me be one of Thy faithful few.
And may my words, yea, all my inmost thought,
Truth and love impart—
As wholesome streams must start
From sources pure, cleanse Thou and keep my heart.
—ANNIE R. SIBLEY.
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The papers report two new rulings of hte Appel
late Court on the prohibition law that are both right.
One holds that a man who knowingly allows liquor
to be stored in his place of business violates the
law, although the liquors do not belong to him.
The other ruling is that liquors concealed in a place
of business, without the consent of the proprietor,
and without his knowledge, does not make him guilty
of keeping liquors in his place of business, and he
may prove that they were concealed there without
his knowledge and consent, and thus make a good
defense. But it has already been held, that if an
employee in a place of business sells liquors it
makes the proprietor guilty. Os course then no
employee can conceal liquor in the place of business
of his employer without making both guilty. But
when somebody, other than an employee, conceals
liquor in a place of business, without the knowledge
of the proprietor, he is not guilty.
TWO DOLLAHS A YEA*.
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