LETTY'S GLOBE When Letty had scarce pass'd her third glad year, Charles Tennyson-Turner THY VOICE IS HEARD Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums And gives the battle to his hands: And strikes him dead for thine and thee. Alfred Tennyson REST I lay me down to sleep, A bowing, burdened head My good right hand forgets To march the weary march I am not eager, bold, Nor strong, - all that is past; I am ready not to do At last, at last. My half-day's work is done, And this is all my part, I give a patient God, My patient heart; And grasp His banner still, Though all its blue be dim; These stripes, no less than stars, Lead after Him. Mary Woolsey Howland February the Third Sidney Lanier, Born 1842 George Crabbe, Died 1832 OH YET WE TRUST THAT SOMEHOW GOOD Oh yet we trust that somehow good To pangs of nature, sins of will, That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not a worm is cloven in vain; Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall So runs my dream: but what am I? Alfred Tennyson RECESSIONAL JUNE 22, 1897 God of our fathers, known of old - The tumult and the shouting dies- An humble and a contrite heart. Far-call'd our navies melt away On dune and headland sinks the fire Lo, all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre! If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Or lesser breeds without the Law For heathen heart that puts her trust And guarding calls not Thee to guard — Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord! Amen! Rudyard Kipling ABOU BEN ADHEM Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. 66 Nay, not so," But cheerly still; and said, "I pray thee, then, The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again, with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had bless'd, And, lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest! Leigh Hunt |