New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1897-10-03

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Sent by Miss j. S. Grevillc:
AN ANCIENT LEGEND.
One day. so runs the story. Jesus went
His way. on mercy's minstratons bent.
Pd 1ass M of sn an oS
The gentle Saviour Stepped aside to see
What ns os OF s Sna there
At At" which iHh' riSa I rabble stopped to stare
LAY each all m Sas ssx S5%sS Hs
One held his nose. one kicked 1t as 1t lay,
%hy ea should the ioahsome beast dshe EARTH?
IN his whole corpse Is ,, not e9ppsrs Sds
The suriy brute no doubt in fighting died'
Mark his blear eyes. bruised ears. and bones all
The putrid hound pollutes the very air. ,,
sn c s ws do hung for their
Then Jesus spake; a single svery word
That ss on ose her Sow
Before those ivory teeth of whtest snow
The crowd skunk back. and whispered Eve have
Jesus e Of Galilee. the Nazarene:
For surely none OF all on earth save He m
In meanest things some hidden good could seer
Only a legend? BE IT so. no more!
But down the stream OF time tradition bore
The tale, to teach that none should dare condemn
rhe fa R"1! a handiwork and try to trace
Some traits OF beauty even In the base
And he who fan would Christ's disciple be
John Hudson In London Christian World
President General Of the T. S. S.: wish to
thank you for contributions from Miss f. NJ
Larkham, Miss Eva French Miss +. r. Risley.
Mrs. Starkweather. Mrs. W. c. Beenton and Miss
Margaret Clark They are very much appreciated
In lose a copy OF poem asked for in the T. S. s.
| about a week ago:
| SHALL BE SATISFIED.
Fade into hooking sands az we draw near;
! Where in the Wilderness each footstep fal;ers,
! Il shall be satisned"-but Oh, not here!
Not here vince all the dreams OF bliss deceive u.s.
| Where the worn spirit never gains It's goal;
Where haunted ever by the thoughts That grieVe
Across rs foods of bite memory roll
There is a land where every pulse is thrilling
| With rapture earths sojourners may not KNOW
Where heavens repose the weary heart Is shilling
And peacefully nfes time-tossed currents flow.
Far out Of sight while yet the nefh nolds ,% u.s.
Ard o. It's bliss is nnugh, more wondrous told us
Than these few words. Il shall be satshed'
Satisfied. satisfied the spirits :y,1so, nas
| Tho silent love that here meets no returning
Tho Inspiration which no language finds
Shall they be satisfied? The souls vague longing
The aching void which rothins e"r broyygan r
! Ks I look upward to the heavenly hiiis
r,,,b.r my weak ard weary steps are tending.
ss .'ri and Lord with Thy fra child abide,
| Guide me toward home where all my wanoerihss
| ending ,,, =, ,,.oa"
| S""'' ~ -(Author unknown
| v.,-s ,-,Iv Miss f.. G.. SAGE
Mrs James H. Fsrman sends the following poem
which accompanied some flowers sent TO her daugh-
Tor during her recent Illness By Mrs f. f. b., OF
| Coxsackie. " T.:
Lie is not always sunshine
Z IL always
II ls not always pleasure,
Nor ~ IL always pain
God gives 10 each his portion.
We each must have 10 bear:
The strong must take the greater
The weak the lighter share;
For God plans 1t all.
Mrs. Fsirman asks the Prcsdent-Gener 10 thank
/ Mrs T. r. u for the poem and flowers: she would
have written 20 Mrs B. directly had she known hef
me and address.
Miss A G. Ward. II No ~ Fred"rl'k-st.. Newark
y T. wishes 10 hank the Sunshine members VINO
sent her The Trbunes Of August % and y. ohs