New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1897-07-03

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Mrs Nathaniel Howard, an Invalid:
SOME TINE.
Some time we shall know why
Our sunniest mornings change 10 Moons OF ram
And why our steps are Swallowed so ny PAM
And why often lie ,..
And whW our G lives are thckiy hedged about
With bars that put our loftiest plans 10 rou''
Some time we shall know why
And why our brightest flowers first decay:
Why song is lost in sigh
Why casping fingers slip so soon apart .u
Estrangement. space and death rend heart from
Until from deepest depths the teardrops start
Some time we all shall know
| Each other. aye we ourselves are known:
Despite 1 our wIIfunsss blind sSmDs, I,s.n.
Can mould a human soul into SAINT
Some time our eyes shall see
| While silvery echoes follow thunders loud.
Some time hearts shall be
| Content forgetting all our restless mood.
| And knowing everything has worked for r. COCO
| inc now ana wnen' anu WHY LILLIAN GRAY.
Lines suggested by seeing vase filled with WILD
daisies in front Of the altar In the First Congre-
| gational Church in Washington. June 10, 1888:
TO THE DAISIES.
| Why art thou, pretty. lowborn flower.
In this, the Temple Of the LORD
Where we have met, who own HIS power
To
| Why hast thou left thy rustic home,
Thy birthplace in the meadow sweet!
Where gathering crowds FOR worship meet'
| We come into His courts to-day.
| Who guides the planets on their way.
And marks the little sparrow's 1aii
| And thou. a little starlike flower.
With snow-whte petals. disk of gold.
| It is His love. and wondrous power.
| That bids thy tender buds UNFOLD
The pastor. to his calling true.
The song Of choir. the organs peal.
Are not more eloquent than you
Gods love and wisdom to reveal
| This temple built by artists skill
We call Gods house" the place OF prayer
But they who seek to do His will.
May find His temple everywhere.
Wild daisies in this sacred fame,
Let us their silent teachings trace.
The smallest flower blooms not in vain,
In Gods design each has its place
In this dim shade as bright thou art
AS in the flowery, sunlit mead.
May we be brave and true of heart,
In light or gloom, where duty leads
Thank God for tidings that you tell,
With every flower Of field or wood
To all who love the Father well,
You bring the message, God Is good
The above lines I send at the earnest wish of
We eniov the 1T s. S." column, and believe 1t
must carry much pleasure TO many. b. {. 5.
President-Gencral Of the T. s. S.-Will the fol-
lowing pass" me into your society? Yours In
clouds Of sunshine CAPTAIN JACK"
SUNSHINE.
NV CAPTAIN Jack the Poet Scout.)
cause in the game Of life he doesn't always catch
Rut I can always cotton to free and easy cuss
As takes his dose, and thanks the Lord II isn't
There amt no use o. klckin' and swearin at your
Yer can't correct the trouble more'n you can
Remember. when beneath the load your suffern
That God Ill sprinkle sunshine in the trail OF
every cloud.
II Won should see a feIiow-ran with troubles flag
And lookin like he didn't have friend in all the
Go Mp and slap him on the back and boiler How
And grasp his hand so warm he'll know he has
Then AK him what's a-hurtin' i'm. and laugh his
And tell him that the darkest night Is just afore
Don't talk in graveyard palaver, but say it right
That God III sprinkle sunshine In the trail OF
every cloud.
| This world at best is but hash OF pleasure and
Some DAYS arc bright and sunny. and some all
And that's just how it ought to be. for when the
clouds roll by a., ,,.. ,
smn' sky. , -. o.. ..
So learn to take 1t It comes and don't sweat at
Because the Lords opinion doesn't coincide with
But always keep rememberin'. when cares your
path enshroud, -, ,,,, A..
That God has lots OF sunshine to spill behind the
cloud.
THE OHTJDPEN,S CORNER