All thought, all desires,

That are under the sun,
Are one with their fires,
As we also are one.
All matter, all spirit,
All fashion, all frame,
Receive and inherit

Their strength from the same.

Oh, man that deniest

All power save thine own
Their power in the highest
Is mightily shown.
Not less in the lowest

That power is made clear. (Oh, man, if thou knowest, What treasure is here!)

Earth quakes in her throes
And we wonder for why.
But the blind planet knows
When her ruler is nigh;
And, attuned since Creation
To perfect accord,

She thrills in her station

And yearns to her Lord.

The waters have risen,

The springs are unboundThe floods break their prison, And ravin around.

No rampart withstands 'em,

Their fury will last,

Till the Sign that commands 'em Sinks low or swings past.

Through abysses unproven,
O'er gulfs beyond thought,
Our portion is woven,
Our burden is brought.
Yet They that prepare it,

Whose Nature we share,
Make us who must bear it
Well able to bear.

Though terrors o'ertake us
We'll not be afraid.
No Power can unmake us
Save that which has made:

Nor yet beyond reason
Or hope shall we fall-
All things have their season,
And Mercy crowns all!

Then, doubt not, ye fearful-
The Eternal is King-
Up, heart, and be cheerful,
And lustily sing:—
What chariots, what horses.

Against us shall bide

While the Stars in their courses

Do fight on our side?

"THE POWER OF THE DOG"

THERE is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;

And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie-
Perfect passion and worship fed

By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair

To risk your heart for a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,

Then you will find-it's your own affair

But

you've given your heart to a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!),
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone-wherever it goes-for good,

You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.

We've sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,

That the longer we've kept 'em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long-
So why in-Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?

THE RABBI'S SONG

(11 Samuel xiv, 14.)

F THOUGHT can reach to Heaven, On Heaven let it dwell, For fear thy Thought be given Like power to reach to Hell. For fear the desolation

And darkness of thy mind. Perplex an habitation

Which thou hast left behind.

Let nothing linger after

No whimpering ghost remain,
In wall, or beam, or rafter,
Of any hate or pain.
Cleanse and call home thy spirit,

Deny her leave to cast,
On aught thy heirs inherit,

The shadow of her past.

For think, in all thy sadness,

What road our griefs may take;
Whose brain reflect our madness,
Or whom our terrors shake:
For think, lest any languish
By cause of thy distress-
The arrows of our anguish
Fly farther than we guess.

Our lives, our tears, as water,
Are spilled upon the ground;
God giveth no man quarter,

Yet God a means hath found, Though faith and hope have vanished, And even love grows dim

A means whereby His banished

Be not expelled from Him!

THE BEE BOY'S SONG

BEES! Bees! Hark to your bees!

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'Hide from your neighbours as much as you please, But all that has happened, to us you must tell,

Or else we will give you no honey to sell!"

A maiden in her glory,
Upon her wedding-day,
Must tell her Bees the story,
Or else they'll fly away.

Fly away-die away—

Dwindle down and leave you!
But if you don't deceive your Bees,
Your Bees will not deceive you.

Marriage, birth or buryin',
News across the seas,

All you're sad or merry in,

You must tell the Bees.

Tell 'em coming in an' out,

Where the Fanners fan,

'Cause the Bees are just about
As curious as a man!

Don't you wait where trees are,
When the lightnings play,
Nor don't you hate where Bees are,
Or else they'll pine away.

Pine away-dwine away-
Anything to leave you!

But if you never grieve your Bees,
Your Bees 'll never grieve you.