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# The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/Repentance
## Repentance

Our Father, God! behold us raise Our hopes, our thoughts, our hearts, to thee; Yet not to lift the hymn of praise, But humbly bow the suppliant knee.
For we have sinn'd before thy face, Have seen unmoved our brothers’ woe, Though on his cheeks hot tear-drops trace Deep furrows in their burning flow.
We knew that on his limbs were bound The fetters man should never wear; We knew that darkness hemm'd him round, And grief, and anguish, and despair.
We knew—but in our selfish hearts, There waked no throb of answering pain; Yet, now, at last, the tear-drop starts, We weep the oppress'd one's galling chain.
We weep, repenting of the pride That chill'd our narrow souls so long; Oh, Father! may that suppliant tide Efface our deep and cruel wrong.
# The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/Sadness
## Sadness

Shine not on me, oh, moon! with the weak light Of thy still beauty, mocking the turmoil Of this tumultuous and jarring world, With thy serenity, as if it were Thy satellite, and thou didst deem it scorn To let her passions move thee. I am sad— And how may I have fellowship with thee, Thou thing of perfect brightness? If the clouds That sometimes pass athwart thy lovely brow And shadow it as with a pensive thought, Were round about thee now, with thy mild veil, I would not turn from gazing;—but away,— Thou art too brilliant for a tearful eye! And mine is dim in sympathy and shame, For the heart-broken, and the guilty ones, Of my star-banner'd land. The blessed breeze! How most deliciously its coolness comes With its soft stealing touch, to charm away The slow, dull fever of my heavy brow; And as I close beneath it, my wet lids, To dry away their tears.—Yet is't not strange How lightly it e'en bears its load of sighs! Why, 't is from the soft south—the guilty south! Where those who should lift up a free clear brow To the pure light of Heaven, go bending down The clouded forehead, ‘neath the heavy shame Of painful fetters, to the very grave. How, then, light thing of music, how canst thou Come thus, all gladness, from the burial-place Of the heart's best affections? Didst thou not A moment check the fluttering of thy wings To listen to the voice of woman's grief, Lamenting for her lost ones? Hence with thee!— Thou seem'st to me as thou wert made of sighs, And the beseeching breath of woman's prayers, Poured out to hearts that knew not how to feel! Woe for man's selfishness! I will go in And cover up my brow in the dull light, As with a mourner's garment.
# The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/Our Father
## Our Father

    As the little fellow walked by the side of my horse, I asked him if there was any church that the slaves attended on Sunday. He said no, there was none near enough, and he had never seen one. I asked him if he knew where people went to when they died, and was much affected with the simple, earnest look, with which he pointed to the sky, as he replied, 'To Fader, dere.' —Adam Hodgson.
That dearest name! ay, even thou, poor slave, may'st lift thine eye, Nor dread a chilling glance of scorn will meet thee from the sky: Go bend the knee, and raise the soul, and lift thy hopes above, The God of heaven is even to thee, a Father in his love.
The earth-worm, man, may crush thee down to slavery and shame, And in his puny pride usurp a master's haughty name; But He, Lord God Omnipotent, disdaineth not to bear A parent's cherish'd name to thee, to yield a parent's care.
And thou, with childlike confidence, may'st spring to his embrace, Nor shrink in shame before the glance of that paternal face; Thou art not yet an ingrate vile—thou hast not, in thy pride, Return'd him falsehood for his love,—his holiest laws defied.
Thou never like a thief hast spoil'd the nurslings of his fold; Thou ne'er hast given thy brother's form to be enslaved and sold; No wrathful thunders seem, to thee, to clothe his vengeful arm, Nor fearful lightnings in his eye, awake thy wild alarm.
Our Father! oh how deeply dear that holy name should be— How should we love the meanest one, who thus may call on Thee! And yet—thou Just and Righteous God! if thou wert not our sire, Long since we had been swept away by thy consuming ire.
# The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/Oh Press Me Not To Taste Again
## Oh Press Me Not To Taste Again

Oh press me not to taste again Of those luxurious banquet sweets! Or hide from view the dark red stain, That still my shuddering vision meets.
Away! 't is loathsome! bear me hence! I cannot feed on human sighs, Or feast with sweets my palate's sense, While blood is ‘neath the fair disguise.
No, never let me taste again Of aught beside the coarsest fare, Far rather, than my conscience stain, With the polluted luxuries there.
# The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/Oh Tell Me Not, I Shall Forget
## Oh Tell Me Not, I Shall Forget

Oh! tell me not I shall forget, Amid the scenes of nature's reign, The cheeks with bitter tear-drops wet, The hearts whose every throb is pain.
The wood-bird's merry notes may ring, Exulting ‘neath the clear blue sky: But louder still the breezes bring The echo of a sister's cry.
The forest brook may sparkle fair, And win my heart to love its sheen; But still it shows me, mirror'd there, The image of a distant scene.
The verdant sod around my feet, The treasure of its flowers may spread, And close embowering branches meet, In fresh'ning coolness, o'er my head.
Yet not for these, oh! not for these, Can I forget the Afric's woe,— The sighs that float on every breeze, The streaming tears that ceaseless flow.
No! though the loveliness of earth Hath touch'd my spirit like a spell, And sooth'd me back to joy and mirth, When darkness else had round it fell.
Though not the simplest bud, that droops Beneath its weight of morning dew, When light the orient zephyr stoops To trifle with its petals blue;
Though not a breeze that stirs the grove, Or wing that cleaves the summer air, But hath a link upon my love, Or strikes some chord of feeling there;
Yet think not they can lull my heart, To carelessness of human woe; Or bid the bitter tears that start For Afric's wrongs, no longer flow.
# The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/Night
## Night

Earth! thou art lovely, when the sinking sun Hath bathed the clouds in his departing flush, And, with the moon-lit evening, hath begun The voiceless, and yet spirit-calming hush, That thrills around the heart, till tear-drops rush, Unbidden and uncall'd for, to the eye; When, save the music of the fountain's gush, Or the far wailing of the night-bird's cry, Unbroken silence hangs o'er earth, and wave, and sky.
But now the majesty of midnight storm Is gathering, in its grandeur, o'er the sky; The deep black clouds in mustering squadrons form, And the low, fitful blast, that passes by, Hath a strange fearful thrilling—like the sigh Of a sick slumberer; even that hath died, And in their quiet sleep the waters lie, As though the winds ne'er curl'd them in its pride, Or shook the still bent leaves that hang above the tide.
How steadily that ebon mass moves on! Stretching across the sky in one dark line, Like a huge wall of blackness; there do none Of the thin silvery vapours hang supine, Or those bright clouds that sometimes seem to twine A coronal to grace the brow of night; Stars in Orion's studded baldric shine, In all their wonted brightness; and the light Of an unclouded moon half dims the dazzled sight.
The tempest hurries onward—how the flash Of the red lightning leaps from cloud to cloud! The gathering thunder bursts in one wild crash, And sinks a moment—then, returning loud, Seems bounding o'er the sky, as if 't were proud Of its own potency. We need not now, A sharer in the thoughts that round us crowd; The soul is its own world, and the deep glow Of the rapt spirit seeks no fellowship below.
The wildness of the storm hath pass'd; the rain Drips from the wet leaves only, and the sky, With its deep azure beauty, gleams again Through the rent clouds; the sunken wind swells by, With a low sobbing; and the clouds, heap'd high, With the rich moonbeams’ streaming flood of light Pour'd full upon them, swell before the eye Like distant snow-clad mountains. Night! O night! Thou art most glorious! most beautifully bright!
# The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/Noah
## Noah

The ark was resting on the mountain's side, And those who dwelt beneath its sheltering veil, Look'd forth upon the earth—that sight denied Their anxious gaze so long!—their cheeks grew pale As Noah moved the covering from their frail, Yet safe abode of refuge; for they thought Of those dark hours, when, ever on the gale, The voice of ruin and despair was brought, Telling how wide a scathe destruction's hand had wrought. And now they look'd abroad upon the scene With a sick, painful interest, and a dread Of seeing—what till now had only been A picture of their thoughts—before them spread In all its dark reality. The dead, The guilty dead, seem'd rising to their sight, As when in sinful happiness, their tread Pass'd gayly o'er the earth, ere that long night Of utter darkness pass'd above them with its blight.
Then how could those lone dwellers of the earth— The only rescued—how could they but weep? What though the lost ones, in their guilty mirth, Had mock'd their pious prayers, and wrought them deep And sore affliction? In one whelming sweep, The wrath of God had crush'd them! and could now The righteous triumph o'er their dreamless sleep? But Noah—only he—upraised his brow, As if his spirit could be moved by nought below. And yet the green earth bore but little trace Of its late ravage;—scatter'd here and there, The wreck of some proud palace, or a place Of their vain worship—with their pillars fair, Grown o'er with sea-weed, and their treasures rare, Gone to the ocean caverns;—but the light Of the rich sunset melted through an air, All fill'd with odours from a world as bright As though it only waked in freshness from the night.
So thus they trod the silent world once more,— Its only habitants!—all gather'd there, And praising Him who bade the waters pour Their whelming floods around them, and yet spare The cherish'd few whom he had made his care, And shielded with his love. And thus they grew, Peaceful and calm, and hymns rose on the air In grateful joyfulness; for then they knew That all that scathe had pass'd forever from their view.
# The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/Remember Me
## Remember Me

When the sinking sunbeams lie On the forest branches high; When the twilight hour steals on, With its hush and soothing tone, And the care that day hath wrought Passes from the soften'd thought, Remember me.
When, like smiles from those we love, Falls the moonlight from above; When with evening's earliest star, Wakes the thought of those afar, And around thy bosom's cell, Memory flings her holiest spell, Remember me.
When the poet's high-wrought words— When the song of woodland birds— When the gush of shaded streams Mingles with thy spirit's dreams, And whate'er o'er thought may cast Pensive hues of moments past, Remember me.
# The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/Reminiscence
## Reminiscence

Away and away to memory's land! To seize the past with a daring hand, And bear it back from oblivion's bowers, To brighten again this dull world of ours.
There's many a walk beneath summer skies, Starry and blue as some earthly eyes; There's many an eve by the winter's hearth, Sparkling all over with friendship and mirth.
There's many a ramble through wood and glen, Away from the sight and the haunts of men; There's climbing of rocks, and gathering flowers, And watching the stream through summer showers.
There's many an hour that quickly went, In the boughs of the old hill grape-vine spent; There's many a ride, and many a walk, And many a theme of friendly talk.
How freshly comes to the spirit back, The merry light of its early track!— But let it pass, for around my brow Far deeper thoughts are gathering now.
I have learn'd too much of woe and wrong, Of hearts all crush'd by oppression strong, To deem the earth, as in other days, A fairy theme for a poet's lays.
How may I linger within the bowers, Bedight with memory's fairy flowers, While woman's cry, as she drains the cup Of her bitter lot, to the sky goes up?
How may I joy in my better fate, While her heart is bleeding and desolate?— Or give my thoughts to their blissful dreams, While no bright ray on her darkness gleams?
# The Pilgrim Soul

* "The Pilgrim Soul" in The Ascent of Man (1889)
* "The Pilgrim Soul" in Poetical works of Mathilde Blind (1900)
# The Pilgrims' March

THE PILGRIMS’ MARCH: THEIR MESSAGES
“TRUTH, LOVE and COURAGE
that all you need to learn, all that you need to remember. FAITH, FORTITUDE, FIRMNESS, will they falter and fail and fade at the hour of trial, in the moment of despair or will they, tried and tested, emerge from the fire of life, radiant strengthened, ennobled, purified? Would that courage, unfailing courage, unbent courage, such as thine, be the proud possession at all? For naught but courage secureth soul’s freedom, man’s noblest, highest prize. Let courage, then
BE THY GIFT, O GOD”
GANESH & CO., PUBLISHERS, MADRAS
THE PILGRIMS' MARCH
THE PILGRIMS’ MARCH: THEIR MESSAGES
We must widen the gates of prisons and we must enter them as a bridegroom enter the bride’s chamber. Freedom is to be wooed only inside prison walls and sometimes on the gallows, never in the council chambers, courts or the schoolroom. — M. K. GANDHI.
Foreword by D. G. UPSON.
GANESH & CO., Madras 1921.
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# The Pilgrims' March/Agha Mahomed Safdar

On the advice of Lala Lajpat Rai, the Panjab Provincial Committee has elected me President during Lalaji's absence. I feel I am not fit to shoulder the burden thus thrown upon me, but at the present time it is the duty of every one of us to unhesitatingly discharge the duties entrusted to him. I shall try, so far as it lies in my power, to discharge properly my duties. But my success depends on the co-operation and assistance of my brethren. So far as advice and office work are concerned, the help of every one is not necessary. Those of my friends in Lahore who have been doing the work so far are still ready to do it. But apart from this, there is other work for which I desire the assistance of every Punjabee. It is, our duty to change the present system of administration and wage a ceaseless struggle against the present system of government. In this struggle, our final victory is assured. Our path is that of righteousness. But certain conditions are necessary in order to reach a successful result. Mahatma Gandhi has chalked out for you the lines along which to carry on the struggle. The first essential is to promote amity and love among the different religions and nationalities. Out of their common love for the ​Motherland let Hindus, Muslims and Sikhs stand side by side, dressed in the same uniform of hand-made cloth viz., “Khaddar” and with the sole weapon of non-violent Non-co-operation in their hands. If you do so Mahatma Gandhi will return victorious. This is the only help I demand of you. If you do not offer me this assistance, it is clear that I too shall not be able to discharge my duties satisfactorily. Therefore, in accepting responsibilities of Presidentship, I make the following appeal to you:—
Let Hindus, Muslims and Sikhs alike become soldiers in the cause of your country’s freedom. Put on “Khaddar” and cast aside foreign clothes, burn them or send them out of the country. Stick to Non-violence. Do not lift your hand against any one. Do not hurt anybody's feelings.
At the present time your leaders like the Ali Brothers, Lala Lajpat Rai and Sardar Kharak Singh and many others have been arrested and are rotting in jail as a result of fighting in the cause of their country's freedom. If even now your patriotic impulses are not stirred and you are not prepared for little sacrifices in the form of boycotting foreign cloth, then I am afraid not only you will not be freed from subjection but ​you will bequeath to the coming generation a legacy of this subjection. This Divine help for setting yourself free will not come again for long. This is not the time to fail.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Eclipse

See also Eclipse on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
Eclipse, in astronomy, is used to describe the passage of one body through the shadow of another. When any portion of the earth’s surface passes through the shadow of the moon, the phenomenon is called a solar eclipse. When the moon passes through the shadow of the earth, the phenomenon is called a lunar eclipse. When a satellite passes into the shadow of its planet, we have an eclipse of the satellite corresponding exactly to our lunar eclipse. When, however, the opaque planet or the opaque moon passes between us and the satellite, astronomers call this an occultation.
Conditions Necessary for a Solar Eclipse. The plane in which the moon revolves about the earth does not coincide with the plane in which the earth revolves about the sun; consequently there is not an eclipse of the sun once a month, but only when the moon passes through the plane of the earth’s motion. Another condition also must be satisfied, viz., the moon must be “new,” i.e., must lie in the direction of the sun. Now it happens that these two conditions are met at intervals of about six months; so that we expect about two solar eclipses a year.
The moon and the sun subtend nearly the same angle as seen by an observer at the surface of the earth, so that the moon ordinarily barely suffices to cover the face of the sun. When the moon is in that part of her orbit nearest the earth, her angular size is greater than that of the sun and the eclipse is said to be total; when, however, the moon is in that part of her orbit most distant from the earth, her angular size is diminished, so that the face of the sun is not quite covered. An eclipse of this kind is called an annular eclipse. As was well-known to the ancients, the circumstances of any solar eclipse are repeated almost exactly in a period of 6,585 days and 8 hours (approximately 18 years). The result is that any solar eclipse is repeated every 18 years. This is the period called the saros.
Lunar eclipses are of very little interest from a scientific point of view: but the phenomenon is so striking as always to command popular attention. In the case of the solar eclipse, however, we have our only opportunity to study the solar corona, a magnificent appendage of the sun having a diameter not less than 2,000,000 of miles. Previous to 1869 solar eclipses furnished our only opportunity to study the prominences, great outbursts of incandescent vapors which occur constantly on the surface of the sun. Every total solar eclipse is an event of interest and importance to scientists. Long journeys for purposes of observation are made by expeditions sent out by scientific bodies. Thus valuable data, including photographic records of every phase of the phenomena are secured. For details concerning eclipses see the American Ephemeris for two or three years preceding the eclipse. For an excellent account of the entire subject see Young’s General Astronomy.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Eddy, Mary Baker

See also Mary Baker Eddy on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
Eddy, Mary Baker, founder of the system known as Christian Science, was born at Bow, New Hampshire. She was educated in the public schools and by private instructors. In 1867 she announced and began to teach her system. She organized the Church of Christ, Scientist, in Boston in 1879, was ordained to the ministry and founded the Massachusetts Metaphysical College in Boston, which was chartered in 1881. In 1883 she founded the Christian Science Journal. She is the author of Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures and many other works on the subject. The sect which she founded spread rapidly, and is now represented by churches in many cities. She died Dec. 3, 1910.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Ecclesia

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Ecclesia (ĕk-klē′ zĭ-ȧ), a popular assembly, especially of Athens, where the people had full sovereignty and at which every citizen of 20 years of age could vote. The Athenian ecclesia held originally four but finally 40 ordinary meetings in the year. The term was also given to the Jewish state, and so came to be used by New Testament writers to mean the church.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Echo

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Echo, a phenomenon which is observed when a train of sound-waves strikes a large and fairly smooth body, such as a hillside or the side of a building. The phenomenon is identical in principle with that which occurs when water-waves strike a solid pier and are reflected, or with the reflection which occurs at a fret when waves travel along a guitar-string. Newton employed the echo in a cloister at Trinity College, Cambridge, to measure the speed of sound. Standing at one end of the cloister, he started a group of waves by stamping his foot. These waves were reflected at the far end of the cloister. The interval between the stamping of the foot and the hearing of the echo measures the time necessary for a sound-wave to make one round-trip of the cloister. From this interval and the length of the cloister the speed of sound is directly computed. The most interesting examples of echoes are, possibly, those which occur in the whispering-galleries, such as that in the dome of the Capital at Washington or in the dome of St. Paul’s in London. For further details see Tyndall on Sound.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Echo (mythology)

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Echo, in Greek fable, a nymph employed by Zeus to keep the attention of his wife, Hera, by talking to her. Hera changed her from a nymph into a mere echo. She next fell in love with Narcissus, and pined away in grief for him, till nothing but her voice was left.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Ecliptic

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Eclip′tic, in astronomy, the term applied to the apparent path of the sun in the heavens in the course of a year. It is the circle in the celestial sphere to which longitudes and latitudes are referred, and the circle in whose plane eclipses occur, since an eclipse cannot take place unless the moon be in or near the ecliptic. The circle of the sphere is inclined to the equinoctial at an angle of 23° 27′ 5″, and cuts it in two opposite points named the equinoxes. The angle of the inclination of the equator and ecliptic is a variable quantity, and is called the obliquity of the ecliptic. The result of this angle is the change of the seasons.