SUMMER-TIDE is coming, With all its pleasant things; Every bee is humming And every songster sings. Mornings now are brightsome, Inviting student thought; Evenings, too, are lightsome, With balmy quiet fraught. Hearths no longer lure us, The fields instead we roam; Hearts albeit insure us A happy, happy home. Summer-tide, I hail thee, …
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Consecration Meeting.
(To Margaret W. continued) At the meeting, Mr. W_____ opened it and then went away. Then I told them I had meant to sing them beautiful songs of Handel, but I could not and dare not; that I could not, after what my King had shown me last week, sing even partly to please them, it must be “only…
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Work and Visitation (I)
(To Margaret W.) . . .I came to Newport with the idea of not being responsible for any one’s soul at all! I enjoyed the first three days in a general sort of way, but no real gain to myself. I declined addressing the Y.W.C.A. meeting, but was present and was asked to sing. I sang my arrangement of Isaiah…
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Enough.
I. I AM SO weak, dear Lord, I cannot stand One moment without Thee! But oh! the tenderness of Thine enfolding, And oh! the faithfulness of Thine upholding, And oh! the strength of Thy right hand! That strength is enough for me! II. I am so needy, Lord, and yet I know All fulness dwells in Thee;…
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THE SONG OF A SUMMER STREAM.
A FEW months ago I was singing through the snow, Though the dead brown boughs gave no hope of summer shoots, And my persevering fall Seemed to be no use at all, For the hard, hard frost would not let me reach the roots. Then the mists hung chill All along the…
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