New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1897-03-08
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President General OF T. s. 81 would like TO
contribute the inclosed poem for the Sunshine
Scrapbook. II you find it suitable for the purpose
The Womans Page is a great pleasure also
great addition to The Tribune. We have taken The
Tribune long time
will send The CHRISTIAN Work. TO any shut-in
desiring It.
Weary and worn. tempted and torn
Where are the helpers so brave:
Some one is calling. o turn not away,
From the weary and sad ones that pray
o Lord send help 10 each troubled heart.
Thou who hast ali hearts In thine hand;
Let the weary and worn. the tempted and torn.
Be led where they never shall mourn.
Where can we find one on the pathway OF life
Not tempted OF torn, or weary or worn:
Ye have but 20 watch each soul will reveal
Some wounded spot that thou may 81 heal
Mil Neck EUGENIA F. UNDERHILL.
President General T. S. S.-When saw the poem
III Should Die Tonight in the 8. S. column OF
The Tribune. l remembered that I had the name
OF the author. but. on account OF being con-
stantly by the bedside OF my mother, who was very
ILL., and who Is always an invalid could not take
time Just then 10 go through my scraps. l send
Il to you now for the benefit OF the 7. s > MEM
bers who may desire the information.
I trust that / am not asking too much Of your
Kindness in requesting you publish the inclosed
poem While We May for the T. s. S. Scrap
book / cannot but think that the poem Will touch
other hearts as it has touched mine, and that 1t
will be a welcome addition to the T. s. s. collection
OF poetry.
The last lines OF Mrs Barbauld's poem. called
Life" are so uplifting in their beauty that II will
he a favor and others II you will print them
for our scrapbooIs Please find the poem inclosed
And will you not also spare little space for the
quotation II expect TO pass through this world but
once" etc?
May sugges. that by cutting off the corners OF
clippings before pasting them in scrapbooks they
Will lie smoothly. there Will be no SHARP
corners TO turn up. as corners are apt 10 90 II
P,ease md postage stamp inclosed for mailing
ton and enjoyment OF The womans Page" am
Brooklyn. March ;. 1897
Life 7 know not what thou art
But know that thou and must part
And when. or how. or where We met.
own TO mes mystery yet.
Life We've been long together.
Through pleasant and through cloudy weather;
'Tis hard TO part when friends are dear
Perhaps twill cost sigh. tear
Then steal away. give little warning.
Choose thine time.
Say not Good Night but in some brighter cline
i''1 49, anna L. BARBAULD u743-Is25)
A QUOTATION.
any good thing. therefore. that can do or any
kindness can show to my fellow beings, let me
do I. now Let ME not defer neglect Il, for l
shall pass this way again.
The following is the copy OF newspaper item
cut by D. f. A. from The Brooklyn Eagle Of
November 3, 1889
To Tho Editor OF The Brooklyn Eagle: Can you
die Tonight? {. Fl. MURRAY.
Answer-The poem. IF / should die tonight,
iDfrf IN
Beecher at the time OF his death. and 1t was print,
ed with his name attached as author: Inc den ,ir
nails without the name Of the real author being
given. This is believed to have been so because use
author. they did not know who was. me autnppr
- p Garrett & Co.. Philadelphia.
The poem has been printed in full in the Sun
shine column.
WHILE WE MAY.
From The Independent.
The hands are such dear hands; so,us.
They ;ull: they turn at our demands
So often: they reach out,
With TRIES scarcely thought about,
So many times they do
So many things for me. for you
II their fond wills mistake
We may we'll bend. not break
They are such fond frail lips
That speak Pray. If love strips
Them OF discretion many times
or II they speak TOO slow or quick such crimes
We by, Tor We may So
DAYS not far of when those small words may be
Held not as slow or quick. or out OF place
but dear.
Because the lips are more mere.
They are such dear. familiar feet that go
Along the path with Ours-feet fast or SLOW
And trying 10 keep pace-f they mistake
or tread upon some flower that We would take
Upon our breast. bruise some reed,
or crush poor Hope until II bleed,
We may be mute.
Not turning quickly 10 impute
Grave fault for they and We
Have such n little way 10 So-can be
Together such a little while along the way,
We will be patient while we may
So many little faults we ind
We them for not BIND
Is Love We them but II you ana
PERHAPS remember them some by-and-by.
They will not be
Faults then-graVe faults-to you and me.
Rut inst odd ways-mistakes, or even less
Remembrances 10 bless.
DAYS change so many things-yes. hours
We see so differently in suns and showers
Mistaken words tonight
Nav be so cherished by to-morrows light
We may be patient for we know
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