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# The Great Salvation/9

PROPOSITION 9.
In Death Man Is Unconscious
Eccl 9:10 Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom in the grave whither thou goest.
Isa. 6:5 In death there is no remembrance of thee, in the grave who shall give thee thanks?
Eccl. 9:5 For the living know that they shall die; but the dead know not any thing.
Psa. 146:3, 4 Put not your trust in princes, nor in the son of man, in whom there is no help; his breath goeth forth, he returneth to his earth; IN THAT VERY DAY HIS THOUGHTS PERISH.
Isa. 38.18, 19 The grave cannot praise thee, death cannot celebrate thee: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth.
Now, you see, the Bible having taught us that, instead of death being a continuation of life somewhere off the earth, it is the cessation of life; and instead of men going to happiness or misery when they die, they go to the grave, we are helped out of the absurdity of believing that good and bad are rewarded and punished before they are judged. It is clear now that, instead of the faithful dead having gone to heaven to continue to live, these all died in the faith, not having received the promises (Heb. 11:13).
Now, dear reader, do not, like many, get angry and denounce this as "materialism", and say, "If a man in death is no better than the beasts--is as dead as the beasts are--there can be no future life;" for that is just what some in Corinth said; and Paul said they were fools for doing so.
Paul argued with the Corinthians that the dead were dead, and proved that if there was no resurrection even those who had died in Christ had perished (I Cor. 15:18), gone for ever--an impossibility if they had gone to a heaven of happiness.
Now if there is to be a resurrection of the dead and a "gathering", of those who are alive at Christ’s return to judge the quick and the dead, then our difficulty is gone, the wisdom of God shines brightly and the Bible is a book of consistency and beautiful harmony.
# The Great Salvation/Author's Preface

Preface to 1973 Edition
The publication of this edition of six thousand copies of "The Great Salvation" completes the total printing of one hundred and five (105) thousand copies since it’s first appearance in 1893.
It was prepared by the author, Thomas Williams, in connection with "The World's Columbian Exposition" held in Chicago in that year at which time thirteen thousand copies were distributed at a booth set up at the "World's Congress of Religions" held at the Chicago Art Institute.
Since that time the work has continued in steady demand as the purposes for which it was prepared: "to present the only true plan of salvation in as clear and concise a form" as the circumstances called for, "and it’s merits as a means of heralding the gospel to the perishing, aiding young students of the Word, and assisting parents and teachers in teaching the Scriptures" are still as vital and necessary as they were seventy-nine years ago.
It is republished in the same hope as was originally expressed by the author; "May God's blessing go with our little book in it’s continuance of the good work it has done in the past, to the honor of His Name and to the salvation of many sons of Adam's fallen race."
The Christadelphian Advocate Publishing Committee
Reprinted December 1995
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/Tears

900. TEARS.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/The Admonition

330. THE ADMONITION.
Seest thou those diamonds which she wears In that rich carcanet; Or those, on her dishevell'd hairs, Fair pearls in order set? Believe, young man, all those were tears By wretched wooers sent, In mournful hyacinths and rue, That figure discontent; Which when not warmed by her view, By cold neglect, each one Congeal'd to pearl and stone; Which precious spoils upon her She wears as trophies of her honour. Ah then, consider, what all this implies: She that will wear thy tears would wear thine eyes. Carcanet, necklace.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/Tears Are Tongues

150. TEARS ARE TONGUES.
When Julia chid I stood as mute the while As is the fish or tongueless crocodile. Air coin'd to words my Julia could not hear, But she could see each eye to stamp a tear; By which mine angry mistress might descry Tears are the noble language of the eye. And when true love of words is destitute The eyes by tears speak, while the tongue is mute.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/The Bellman

299. THE BELLMAN.
From noise of scare-fires rest ye free, From murders Benedicite. From all mischances that may fright Your pleasing slumbers in the night, Mercy secure ye all, and keep The goblin from ye while ye sleep. Past one o'clock, and almost two! My masters all, good-day to you.
Scare-fires, alarms of fire.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/The Bubble. A Song

215. THE BUBBLE. A SONG.
To my revenge and to her desperate fears Fly, thou made bubble of my sighs and tears. In the wild air when thou hast rolled about, And, like a blasting planet, found her out. Stoop, mount, pass by to take her eye, then glare Like to a dreadful comet in the air: Next, when thou dost perceive her fixed sight For thy revenge to be most opposite, Then, like a globe or ball of wild-fire, fly, And break thyself in shivers on her eye.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/The Bag of the Bee

92. THE BAG OF THE BEE.
About the sweet bag of a bee Two cupids fell at odds, And whose the pretty prize should be They vow'd to ask the gods. Which Venus hearing, thither came, And for their boldness stripp'd them, And, taking thence from each his flame, With rods of myrtle whipp'd them. Which done, to still their wanton cries, When quiet grown she'd seen them, She kiss'd, and wip'd their dove-like eyes, And gave the bag between them.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/The Bleeding Hand; or, the Sprig of Eglantine Given to a Maid

217. THE BLEEDING HAND; OR, THE SPRIG OF EGLANTINE GIVEN TO A MAID.
From this bleeding hand of mine Take this sprig of eglantine,
Which, though sweet unto your smell, Yet the fretful briar will tell, He who plucks the sweets shall prove Many thorns to be in love.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/The Captiv'd Bee, or the Little Filcher

182. THE CAPTIV'D BEE, OR THE LITTLE FILCHER.
As Julia once a-slumbering lay It chanced a bee did fly that way, After a dew or dew-like shower, To tipple freely in a flower. For some rich flower he took the lip Of Julia, and began to sip; But when he felt he sucked from thence Honey, and in the quintessence, He drank so much he scarce could stir, So Julia took the pilferer. And thus surprised, as filchers use, He thus began himself t' excuse: Sweet lady-flower, I never brought Hither the least one thieving thought; But, taking those rare lips of yours For some fresh, fragrant, luscious flowers, I thought I might there take a taste, Where so much syrup ran at waste. Besides, know this: I never sting The flower that gives me nourishing; But with a kiss, or thanks, do pay For honey that I bear away. This said, he laid his little scrip Of honey 'fore her ladyship: And told her, as some tears did fall, That that he took, and that was all. At which she smiled, and bade him go And take his bag; but thus much know: When next he came a-pilfering so, He should from her full lips derive Honey enough to fill his hive.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/The Argument of His Book

1. THE ARGUMENT OF HIS BOOK.
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds and bowers, Of April, May, of June and July-flowers; I sing of May-poles, hock-carts, wassails, wakes, Of bridegrooms, brides and of their bridal cakes; I write of youth, of love, and have access By these to sing of cleanly wantonness; I sing of dews, of rains, and piece by piece Of balm, of oil, of spice and ambergris; I sing of times trans-shifting, and I write How roses first came red and lilies white; I write of groves, of twilights, and I sing The Court of Mab, and of the Fairy King; I write of hell; I sing (and ever shall) Of heaven, and hope to have it after all.
Hock-cart, the last cart from the harvest-field. Wakes, village festivals, properly on the dedication-day of a church. Ambergris, 'grey amber,' much used in perfumery.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/The Bracelet to Julia

322. THE BRACELET TO JULIA.
Why I tie about thy wrist, Julia, this my silken twist; For what other reason is't, But to show thee how, in part,
Thou my pretty captive art? But thy bondslave is my heart; 'Tis but silk that bindeth thee, Knap the thread and thou art free: But 'tis otherwise with me; I am bound, and fast bound, so That from thee I cannot go; If I could, I would not so.
# The Garden of Years and Other Poems/When the Great Gray Ships Come In

Carryl composed this poem August 20, 1898, one week after the victory of the United States over Spain in the Spanish-American War of 1898. He likely was inspired by the sight of the U.S. Naval fleet sailing into New York harbor after the cessation of hostilities. This poem was published in the posthumous anthology The Garden of Years and Other Poems (1904).
To eastward ringing, to westward winging, o’er mapless miles of sea, On winds and tides the gospel rides that the furthermost isles are free, And the furthermost isles make answer, harbor, and height, and hill, Breaker and beach cry, each to each, “’Tis the Mother who calls! Be still!” Mother! new-found, beloved, and strong to hold from harm, Stretching to these across the seas the shield of her sovereign arm, Who summoned the guns of her sailor sons, who bade her navies roam, Who calls again to the leagues of main, and who calls them this time home!
And the great gray ships are silent, and the weary watchers rest; The black cloud dies in the August skies, and deep in the golden west Invisible hands are limning a glory of crimson bars, And far above is the wonder of a myriad wakened stars! Peace! As the tidings silence the strenuous cannonade, Peace at last! is the bugle blast the length of the long blockade, And eyes of vigil weary are lit with the glad release, From ship to ship and from lip to lip it is “Peace! Thank God for peace.”
Ah, in the sweet hereafter Columbia still shall show The sons of these who swept the seas how she bade them rise and go,— How, when the stirring summons smote on her children’s ear, South and North at the call stood forth, and the whole land answered, “Here!”
For the soul of the soldier’s story and the heart of the sailor’s song Are all of those who meet their foes as right should meet with wrong, Who fight their guns till the foeman runs, and then, on the decks they trod, Brave faces raise, and give the praise to the grace of their country’s God!
Yes, it is good to battle, and good to be strong and free, To carry the hearts of a people to the uttermost ends of sea, To see the day steal up the bay where the enemy lies in wait, To run your ship to the harbor’s lip and sink her across the strait:— But better the golden evening when the ships round heads for home, And the long gray miles slip swiftly past in a swirl of seething foam, And the people wait at the haven’s gate to greet the men who win! Thank God for peace! Thank God for peace, when the great gray ships come in!
* ↑ Most likely an allusion to Cuba, Puerto Rico, and the Philippines.
* ↑ Columbia is an often-used poetic name for the United States of America.
* ↑ Alludes to the Battle of Santiago de Cuba.
# The Garden of Years and Other Poems/“The Winds and the Sea Obey Him”

“The winds and the sea obey Him” is a quotation from the fourth chapter of the Gospel of Mark in the New Testament of the Christian Bible. This poem was published in the posthumous anthology The Garden of Years and Other Poems (1904).
Who once hath heard the sea above her graves  Sing to the stars her requiem, and on whom Her spell is laid of shoreward-sliding waves,  Alternate gleam and gloom, In reverent mood and silent, standing where  Her hundred throats their diapason raise, Hath found the very perfectness of prayer  And plenitude of praise. Thenceforward is his hope a thing apart  From man’s perplexing dogmas, good or ill; Deep in the sacred silence of his heart  His faith abideth, still:— A faith that fails not, steadfast, humble, kind,  Amid a vexing multitude of creeds That bend and break with every passing wind,  Like tempest-trampled reeds.
The tide of man’s belief may ebb or flow;  Its swift mutations, many though they be, He heedeth not who once hath come to know  The anthem of the sea. From sages and their blindly fashioned lore  He turns, to watch with reverential eyes The seas men fear serve ceaselessly before  The God whom men despise! Through length of days and year succeeding year  Earth’s strongest power serves Heaven’s still stronger one, And all the winds, in holy-hearted fear,  To do His bidding run. Ah, likewise serving, restless hearts, be still,  And learn, like little children, of the way— Secure in Him, Whose strong enduring will  The winds and sea obey!
Swampscott, 1897.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The Garden of Years and Other Poems/“Whom the World Calls Idle”

This poem was published in the posthumous anthology The Garden of Years and Other Poems (1904).
He is brother-born to the wind. Its song, in his heart implanted,  Stirs and wakes when the morning breaks and the wide horizon burns; He is brother-born to the sea, and visions of isles enchanted  Slowly rise to his dreaming eyes from the furrow his labor turns. Child of fate, be it soon or late that his heart he learns to know, Not his to say if he roam or stay when the summons bids him go:  Brother-born to the wind of morn, he must share its endless quest  Who once hath heard the sovereign word of the gods of Great Unrest!
The stretch of the open road, the challenge of heights unmounted,  The distant cry of the beasts that lie at the mouth of some latent lair, The sweep of the pathless plain and the speeding of miles uncounted,  When the rangers ride, with a star for guide, in the face of the battling air— These are his whose fortune is, like the tireless tide’s, to roam, Brother-born to the wind of morn, with the whole wide world for home:  Child of the soil, he must turn from toil to the dim and dreamt-of West,  Who once hath heard the sovereign word of the gods of Great Unrest!
Song of the stately pines to the winds of northward high lands,  Song of the palms across the calms that sleep on the long lagoon, Glamour of breathless dawns on the shores of southward islands,  And the mystical light that tells the night of the birth of the tardy moon: These—at the gate of his future fate, where the earthly questings end And the shadows fall—he hath learned to call by the sacred name of friend;  These, in the strife of his hapless life, he hath learned to love the best  Who once hath heard the sovereign word of the gods of Great Unrest!
Then shall it be for us, who have dreamed no dream Elysian,  To cry the ban of our fellow-man who brings no grist to mill? ’T is the verve of his viking sires that awakes the plough-boy’s vision,  And the rover roil in the child of toil is the roil of the rover still! What is it all, this thrill and thrall, that hath mapped his earthly plan, Unless some gain we may not explain in the onward march of man?  Brother-born to the wind of morn, may his lot be not the best  Who once hath heard the sovereign word of the gods of Great Unrest?
Paris, 1899.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The Garden of Years and Other Poems/The Passing of Pan

This poem was published in the posthumous anthology The Garden of Years and Other Poems (1904).
Laughter, velvet-lipped, runs ringing  All along the woodland ways, While a strange, bewitching singing  Fills the glad Arcadian days; Ripple-rocked, the slender naiads  Rush-fringed shores expectant scan For attendant hamadryads,  Heralding the path of Pan.
Through the swaying bushes sliding,  Dark-eyed nymphs before him trip, And the god, with stately striding,  Follows, laughter on his lip; While the wild bird-hearts that love him  In the haunts untrod by man, Riot rapturously above him,  Heralding the path of Pan.
From the yellow beds of mallows  Gleams the glint of golden hair, Nereids from the shorewise shallows  Fling a greeting on the air; Slim white limbs, divinely fashioned,  Of the fair immortal clan Sway to harmonies impassioned,  Heralding the path of Pan.
Round his brow a wreath he tosses,  Twined with Asphodel and rose, As triumphant o’er the mosses,  Song-saluted on he goes; Frail wood-maidens who adore him,  When he rests his temples fan— When he rises, run before him,  Heralding the path of Pan !
New York, 1896.
* 1 2 Pan is a god of nature in Greek mythology.
* ↑ Arcadia is a wooded region of ancient Greece, and is often used as a name for a utopian vision of pastoralism and harmony with nature.
* ↑ A hamadryad is a tree-dwelling spirit in Greek mythology.
* ↑ A nymph is a minor female nature deity in Greek mythology.
* ↑ A nereid is a sea nymph in Greek mythology.
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# The Garden of Years and Other Poems/The Spirit of Mid-Ocean

This poem was published in the posthumous anthology The Garden of Years and Other Poems (1904).
The hesitant sun stands still, with the arch of a day complete,  And fingers the yielding latch on the door of his sequent dawn, And the slender poplars shiver and gather about their feet  Their long, limp skirts of shadow that lay on the eastward lawn. Then the night, the blue-black night, breathes on the mirror of heaven,  Blurs to the ghost of gray the reflected blue of the sea, And the soul of her stirs on the calm, a sudden impalpable leaven,  Troubling inanimate twilight with hints of a storm to be. White on the gathering dusk, a gull swings in to the west,  Touching the ominous ocean with the tips of tentative wings, And the bell of a distant buoy, a dot on a sluggish crest,  Bays in reverberant bass monition of threatening things!
Then, like a wraith that stands in the presence of them that sleep,  Pacing the pinguid sea as a ghost on a slated floor, Uncloaking her shining shoulders from the robe of the jealous deep,  The Spirit of Grave Mid-Ocean steps silently in to shore. And her strong hands hold the keys to the depths that none may plumb,  And the bond of God with His sea her ears alone have heard; But her stern lips guard the secret, loyal, unfaltering, dumb,  Till the sums on which we labor be solved by a single word! Calm with the infinite calm of the North’s immutable star,  Crowned with serene omniscience, O Spirit of Deep Mid-Sea, If thus majestic and mute God’s stately seneschals are,  What, in His own high heaven, shall your Maker and Master be?
Am I then the last of the men that this day departed saw,  Sole survivor of all whom it roused to strive and stir, That I stand alone in the night, and, beaten to bay by awe,  Confront in the sudden stillness the eloquent eyes of Her? Wake! my unconscious comrades, my brothers in shame and sin,  Vexed with your ominous dreaming, tortured by doubt and fear! See on the wings of midnight the presence of peace come in,  With the calm, disburdening message that never a noon may hear. Stand face-front to the surges, deaf to your preachers’ lore,  Claim no creed of their making, for, on the awestruck sea, The Spirit of Strong Mid-Ocean steps silently in to shore:—  Hush! If this be the servant, what must the Master be?
Swampscott, 1901.
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# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/Upon Her Voice

252. UPON HER VOICE.
Let but thy voice engender with the string, And angels will be born while thou dost sing.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/Upon Himself (I am sieve-like, and can hold)

285. UPON HIMSELF.
I am sieve-like, and can hold Nothing hot or nothing cold. Put in love, and put in too Jealousy, and both will through: Put in fear, and hope, and doubt; What comes in runs quickly out: Put in secrecies withal, Whate'er enters, out it shall: But if you can stop the sieve, For mine own part, I'd as lief Maids should say or virgins sing, Herrick keeps, as holds nothing.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/Upon His Sister-in-law, Mistress Elizabeth Herrick

72. UPON HIS SISTER-IN-LAW, MISTRESS ELIZABETH HERRICK.
First, for effusions due unto the dead, My solemn vows have here accomplished: Next, how I love thee, that my grief must tell, Wherein thou liv'st for ever. Dear, farewell.
Effusions, drink-offerings.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/Upon Judith. Epig

356. UPON JUDITH. EPIG.
Judith has cast her old skin and got new, And walks fresh varnish'd to the public view; Foul Judith was and foul she will be known For all this fair transfiguration.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/Upon Her Blush

295. UPON HER BLUSH.
When Julia blushes she does show Cheeks like to roses when they blow.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/Upon Himself (Thou shalt not all die; for, while love's fire shines)

366. UPON HIMSELF.
Thou shalt not all die; for, while love's fire shines Upon his altar, men shall read thy lines, And learn'd musicians shall, to honour Herrick's Fame and his name, both set and sing his lyrics.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/Upon Himself (Mop-eyed I am, as some have said)

235. UPON HIMSELF.
Mop-eyed I am, as some have said, Because I've lived so long a maid: But grant that I should wedded be,
Should I a jot the better see? No, I should think that marriage might, Rather than mend, put out the light.
Mop-eyed, shortsighted.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/Upon His Julia

342. UPON HIS JULIA.
Will ye hear what I can say Briefly of my Julia? Black and rolling is her eye, Double-chinn'd and forehead high; Lips she has all ruby red, Cheeks like cream enclareted; And a nose that is the grace And proscenium of her face. So that we may guess by these The other parts will richly please.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/Upon His Kinswoman, Mistress Elizabeth Herrick

376. UPON HIS KINSWOMAN, MISTRESS ELIZABETH HERRICK.
Sweet virgin, that I do not set The pillars up of weeping jet Or mournful marble, let thy shade Not wrathful seem, or fright the maid Who hither at her wonted hours Shall come to strew thy earth with flowers. No; know, bless'd maid, when there's not one Remainder left of brass or stone, Thy living epitaph shall be, Though lost in them, yet found in me; Dear, in thy bed of roses then, Till this world shall dissolve as men, Sleep while we hide thee from the light, Drawing thy curtains round: Good-night.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/Upon Himself (I dislik'd but even now)

407. UPON HIMSELF.
I dislik'd but even now; Now I love I know not how. Was I idle, and that while Was I fir'd with a smile? I'll to work, or pray; and then I shall quite dislike again.
# The History of Trade Unionism

Originally published in 1894; this is the 1920 revised edition.
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THE HISTORY
OF TRADE UNIONISM
THE HISTORY OF TRADE
UNIONISM: BY SIDNEY
AND BEATRICE WEBB
(REVISED EDITION, EX-
TENDED TO 1920).
LONGMANS, GREEN AND CO. 39 PATERNOSTER ROW, LONDON FOURTH AVENUE & 80TH STREET, NEW YORK BOMBAY, CALCUTTA, AND MADRAS 1920
CONTENTS
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