The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1890-11-30
GEMS IN VERSE.
written for THE SUNDAY CALL
BY NOBLE WOMEN PLANNED.

BY NOBLE WOMEN PLANNED.
Board Of Trustees Of the Home for the Care 2, a.
OF ShTs st Glen Pc ss
ing of the cornerstone of the permanent home,
49, Ow fair sonoma's vlne-elad hills,
~ outiooking to san Pablo's bay;
Her balmy air no ice-breath chills,
y Mid fruit and flower the sunbeam
play.
Far stretch her fields Of golden grain
From where dread geysers roar and leap
In mountain heights. past stream and plain,
And by the redwood forests sweep
In this broad land spot is found
Ayei call it ever-hallowed ground.
For in Glen Ellen's smiling glade
Sweet mercys home shall stand always.
In prayer were its foundations laid,
Its stately towers shall rise in praise.
With square, with level and with plumb,
By master hands the work tried.
The cornerstone, with reverence dumb,
Was duly set; hymns echoed widei
Cutpoured the corn, the oil, the wine
sacrifice to love divine
The hearts OF noble women planned
lnlS Iney SlcaufaSL STOOD
Firm in their purpose-faithful bandi
Strong in their simple womanhood.
Nor deemed they that such iowly deed
Should highest exaltation prove,
And they should wear, as grandeSt need,
The fair regalia of His love.
Pure souls, who sought not here reward.
Well done thrice blessed OF the Lord
Their ears were hart by children's means.
Their eyes with plying tears were filled,
BY distant sound of mothers groans
The music of their lives was stiled.
While nearer yet the sadness came
To some on whom the burden fell
Dull voices called them sweetest name
With stammering tongues they loved so we'll,
So faint the feeble accents fall
Only Gods can catch them all.
All not in vain those piteous cries
Were to such tender hearts addressed.
Behold their work, These walls arise,
Home for the helpless ones who rest
In peace and trust mid flowers that spring
And birds that carol glad their lays.
Unto Gods guiding hand they cling,
Led by his touch through dar&ened ways,
More blessed by far their calm content
Than all earth's Joy and Establishment.
Strange harmonies Of heavens high Will
Like discords through these poor lives play;
His hand shall wake the music STILL
Perplexed we stand, yet know some day
We shall behold them glorified;
The veil uplifted through His might,
While the sweet strains Oh earth denied,
Shall vibrate in celestial light.
We know this croSs-ths heavy rod
Hath but one meanins-Iove OF God!
Beyond the shadow OF these walls
The voices of their brothers sound;
From distant homes the merry calls
OF happy childhood echo round.
Within these wait. What dreams may fleet
Through the dim brain-what visions shine
What inuffied music, family sweet
Strikes the dull ear in notes divine,
We cannot telI-more wise than we
Through HIS great wisdom these may be-
Oh ye who hold in daily care
These precious children of the Lord,
Look TO your charge and still beware
or thoughtess deed or careless word.
Let love, commixed with duty, trace
Your care of life-be that your guide
With angels patience. may the grace
OF heaven upon your home abide.
Grow not aweary Of your task
A better past you could not ask.
The love of mother-hearts enfold
These by affection closer drawn:
The love of her, though ehidless, hold
These children in pity born
W noble nature. worthy found
To lead the good work to the end.
The love of earnest men surround;
: The love of this great State defend
These. her adopted May Gods love
Their comfort, compensation prove!
JULIA CLINTON JONES.
San Francisco, -NoUe71ber, 1890.