The morning journal-courier., 1908-02-24
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(First Voice.) CWhat Hope saith to the disconsolate
 HeartD Disconsolate and lone l look Upon the tWilight's purple rim, l hear the gurgle of the brook, l see the mountains outline dim. Deepens the shadow on the hill Deeper the darkness in my breast The sorrows of the years. that fill The measure of my souls unres,. Q cheerless chambers of the heart, When loves are dead and hopes tX-
 pire.
 No more shall Rapture's flame up-
 start,
 Or Beauty kindle warm desire. i The bitter aches gray and cold l On each deserted hearthstone lie, I Together, silent, bent and old, We shiyer there, Remorse and I, ! The waste of all the fruitful years, The gnarled trunk and naked
 bough,
 Phantoms of hopes and ghosts of
 fears,
 An, these alone are left me now, ! The blush of morn, the noontide glow Of conscious manhood's faith and
 might
 Have dimmed and fled away, and
 slow
 The shadows deepen into nignt : n .al md 1,;4to- l,,,,, nr ,,,yo
 0 palsied hand and dlmming look! Fill out, my heart the plotted iage Fer yet the angel close the book. Write there some little word of lo}e. Some gentle deed in kindness dcne, Some heavenly impulse from ahJve Some holy sacrifice begun. looked around above, below, On star and flower on earth aal The far and star-lit spaces glow That what is mine may come to me "The Glad Earth Ycarns to Spend
 Her Store The bright seas roll from shore tc
 shore
 Their white-capped pillows, far and
 free,
 The glad earth yearns to spend hel
 store
 That wha is mine may come to me. The dark red rose its censer swings Of perfume from its heart of fire, And far around, in beauty. filings The fragrance of it's deep desire. The lily spreads it's petals white
 And pure upon the eager air, Unsullied by the touch of blight, Stainless as snow and chaste a
 prayer.
 They strive, the star, the flower thu
 sea.
 That what is mine may come to me And what is mine? In years gone by l sat beside the moaning sea, And watched with wistful heart ant eye,
 For treasure ships to come to me. I yearned for yellow heaps of gold, For jewels rare and gems of fire, And these, my vacant heart. l told Would satisfy its fierce desire. Though many a snowy sal I see
 Upon the far horizons rim, The pillows sweep them far from me Across it's misty circle dim Far on. far on. to other shores,
 Each rushing. eager prow is set, And soon behind it's foaming course The waters and the skies are met. , And on and on, across the light
 The spreading sails are swiftly presi To some fair port beyond the night, Some happy island of the blest. An, not for me the bright seas lem Their favoring breezes fair and free Nor Time, nor Tide nor Fortune send My treasure-laden argosy They are not mine, these golden store That men call riches-vain for me , To finger on the vacant shores
 And scan the reaches of the sea. Nor vet for me the dream of Power. Nor Glory's idle boast. nor Fame. Whose luster gilds the transient hour With fickle splendors of name. Q glittering bauble, falsely bright.
 How vain, how impotent to bless A meteor's flash across thenight.
 Whose goal and end is nothingness But mine the joy of service. mine
 To labor on through storm an strife.
 Faith Comfortcth the Doubling Soul And build in hope and faith tn
 shrine
 And temple of noble life. l; And like the mystic ladder bright
 With angel forms, that one of old s Beheld far stretching through tn
 night
 Its shining length and steps of gold And as the busy insect weaVes
 From it's own ritals. firm and true. The fabric of its home and leaves
 The shining weh upon the dew; So, toiling on, in sacrifice.
 My deeds of love shall shine afar. : The ladder Of my labors rise
 From height to height, from sts
 to star
 An. this is mine, in joy to spend s Each gift and talent freely given. To serve. to succor. to befriend t And build my ladder up to heaven There angel forms shall come and 2 Q And angel helpers hover nigh. . And angel voices whisper low
 The counsels of their ministry Rejoice, then. star and flower and SC All that is mine shall come to me. e tSecond Voice tFaith comforteth the doubting soul