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HOME-SICK FOR HEAVEN
O, I’m home-sick for Heaven
And the glory far away!
For the Summer never-fading
And the everlasting Day!
kor the earth is worn and weary
And I am weary, too.
And I long to share the beauty
And the bliss beyond the blue!
O. I m home-sick for Heaven
And the blessed shining shore
Whitherto have fled my visions
And the ones I loved of yore;
Life’s ways are all so thorny
And so hard to understsand
I feel myself a stranger
And an alien in the land.
Yes, I’m home-sick for Heaven,
For My Father’s House is there
And I long to rest within it
And to feel His kindly care; —
I am houseless here and homeless
But I have His promise true
Os a dwelling place immortal
In the bliss beyond the blue!
National Association Opposed to Woman’s
AN e cannot doubt the things
credited to the feminists of the
woman’s suffrage movement for I
feel sure if they were not true there
would have been already suits for
damages filed by many of them;
therefore I feel it is doing the really
modest Christian women of the
South service worth while to let them
know just the real teachings of this
growing band of thoughtless women.
Hence the following:
Washington, D. C., May 31. —Be-
cause the New England Woman Suf
frage Association, in its forty-seventh
annual meeting, accused the anti-suf
fragists of “the tactics of the pole
cat when badly frightened,” the Na
tional Association Opposed to Woman
Suffrage is up in arms.
“Is this ‘woodsy’ metaphor a fore
taste of the amenities in which pol
itical women will deal?” asks Mrs. A.
N. George, of Brookline. Massachu
setts, in a formal statement given out
here this afternoon through the
Washington headquarters of the anti
organization.
The story is that the New England
woman suffragists passed a resolution
at their meeting saying, “We denounce
as a gross slander the charge of the
anti-suffragists that equal suffrage
means loose morals; and we protest
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THE HOUSEHOLD
A DBPABTMENT OF ITPIIISTOM FOB THOU WHO FEU AMD THINK.
ARTHUR GOODENOUGH.
Sufrage Up in Arms
THE GOLDEN AGE FOR WEEK OF JUNE 11, 1914
Ah, I’m home-sick for Heaven, —
(There’s so much to fret me here
For so many duties call me
And the way seems never clear —)
Where our follies and our failures
And our faults are all forgot
And the weary heart is rested
And the wicked trouble not!
Yes, I’m home-sick for Heaven
On this drear November day,
For the leaves are dead and falling
And the skies are sadly gray!—
And its never Fall in Heaven
Neither winter any more,
And the shadows never gather
And the tempests never roar!
So, I’m home-sick for Heaven
Till God bids me to return
From the country of my exile
\nd an over-long sojourn;—
For tho’ neither worth nor beauty
In my presence men shall see
He who notes the falling sparrow
Will prepare a place for me!
especially againsst their attributing to
prominent women statements wihich
those women have emphatically dis
claimed. These are the tactics of the
polecat when badly frightened.”
In commenting on this, Mrs. George,
the leading platform speaker among
the antis, says:
“This 'is perhaps the most extraor
dinary resolution ever adopted by a
public assemblage. Is this ‘woodsy’
metaphor a foretaste of the amenities
in which political women will deal?
These suffragists should not condemn
their opponents, but they should has
ten to withdraw from the suffrage plat
form those who are preaching femin
ism. The resolutions should be aim
ed at the suffragist-feminists who are
giving daily evidence of the tendency
of the Younger Suffragists to work
for ‘the socical revolution’ promised
by Mrs. Harper-Cooley. A New
York daily, under date of May 26,
quotes the Secretary of the National
Suffrage Association as defining Femi
nism as ‘the rebellion against being
ticketed and treated as somebody’s fe
male relative.’ If this rebellion does
not involve a social revolution, what
does it promise?
“Ellen Key and Dora Marsden are
not anti-suffragists in the sense that
they oppose woman suffrage. They
look upon woman suffrage as a part
of this social revolution. Elen Key
pleads for the woman only as the
mother of the child. Dora Marsden,
in a pamphlet issued by the National
Americaen Woman Suffrage Associa
tion says: ‘The cult of the Suffragists
takes its stand upon the weakness and
dejectedness of the conditions of
women .... Therefore, give them
the means wherewtith they may be pro
tected. Those of the cult of the Free
Woman, however, while granting this
in part, would go on to say “in spite
of opposition, we fed within us the
stirrings of new powers and of grow
ing strength” .... The Free Wom
an’s concern is to see to it that she
shall be in a position to bear children
if she wants them, without soliciting
maintenance from any man, wherever
lie may be.’ These Feminists are the
logical suffragists, who have the in
tellectual honesty to decdare that you
can not change everything and leave
everything unchanged, who seek the
‘ Social Revolution’ and acknowledge
the means by which they will bring it
about, and these means include, al
though they may stop at —Woman
Suffrage.”
THOUGH LOVE BRING SORROW.
Ah, dearest one, believe me,
I fain would not deceive thee,
So dearly do I love thee,
I place no one above thee,
I could not love thee more.
Though saddest fate must sever
Us on this earth forever;
Though loving thee bring sorrow
Through all my life’s tomorrow, —
I would not love thee less.
MARGARET A. RICHARD.
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“EVEN A CUP OF WATER IN HIS
NAME SHALL NOT BE
FORGOTTEN.
Dear Little Mother:
I have your address from Miss
Myrtle Jackson, who is a very dear
friend of mine. I too am a shut-in
and a great sufferer; have been all
my life. I am not able to get out
anywhere. Can only stand on my
feet a little while at a time, only then
by holding to something. 1 live in
a tiny two-room cottage in the
wood where the birds sing all day
long; the green trees are all around
me. Just now the dogwood blossoms
are beautiful among the green leaves.
1 love to look out, and do so long
to get out in the warm sunshine. I
was born with afflicted feet; the
joints in my feet are all out of place
except two toes on each foot. I
have a little boy who is a cripple
too, and suffers a good deal at times.
A dear Sunshine Lady sent him to
John Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore.
The surgeons operated on his foot
taking out part of the bone, and he
is better, but still lame; his left foot
and limb much smaller than the oth
er. He will always be lame. My
oldest son has recently had a hard
spell of pneumonia. The doctor
says his lungs are weak.
Will you please publish this letter
in the Golden Age, telling the dear
readers I will be so glad of any help,
either for myself, or boys. I have
only the two I have spoken of. The
older one is my help. When able,
he is so good to wait on me and
his brother.
My husband is getting old and is
not strong any snore. You can see
we are in rather bad condition. I
would be thankful for anything, as
we are very poor in this world’s
goods. I dearly love to piece quits
and would be glad of pieces of any
kind. Just for any of the
family would be gladly received,
second-hand clothing, socks, stock
ings an apron, waist or anything we
could use, and may God bless the
giver.
Very sincerely,
MiRS. JOHN MASSEY.
P. S. —Miss Myrtle Jackson will tell
you about us and our doctor, A. D.
Evans, Christiansburg, Va., will tell
you just what our circumstances are.
You can’t know how I hate to ask
for help and would not do so were
we not so very needy.
May God bless your every effort to
minister to his suffering children.
Sincerely,
MRS. J. M.
Cambria, Va.
REST.
For we which have believed do
enter into rest. Heb. 4:3.
When far out we be
On the wild pathless sea
By fury of waves sorely pressed
Nothing borne back could stay I
For I sailed night and day
Seeking a haven of rest; 1
A haven of safety and rest.
But my mad voyage is o’er
I shall toss nevermore
On the foam of the wild billows’ spray
For I’ve found it at last,
And the breakers are past
And I rest in Love’s beautiful bay-
Sweetly rest in Love’s beautiful bay.
Tho’ the storm-king outside,
May reign far and wide
And wildly the fierce billows play
Soft waves evermore.
Kiss the white shining shore
That girdles Love’s beautiful bay,
Yes girdles Love’s beautiful bay.
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Tho’ darkness may fall
Like a soul-chilling pall
On the waves of the water away
The moon’s lambent beams
And stars crystal gleams ‘
Shine over Love’s beautiful bay
Yes, cover Love’s beautiful bay.
O! bay of the blest
My worn bark shall rest
On thy fair peaceful bosom aly/ay,
For the breakers are past
And my anchor is cast
Deep down in thy waters today;
Safely cast in thy waters today.
S. BURTON LUCAS.
Cedar Key, Atscend Otie, Fla.
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