70 REMOTE RESULTS. Their gospel, all God's holy word; All by one holy spirit stirred, The higher they ascend in Him, Whose goodness knows no bound, Come, church of God and church of man, Hope of these latter days! Whose walls salvation's arch shall span, Whose open gates be praise. S. D. ROBBINS. REMOTE RESULTS. WHERE are the countless crystals The winter day and night? Not lost! for life to many a root, Where are the mighty forests, REMOTE RESULTS. That in primeval silence Strange leaf and frond unrolled? Not lost! for now they shine and blaze, Where are our early lessons, The teachings of our youth, Of knowledge and of truth? Where is the seed we scatter, With weak and trembling hand Beside the gloomy waters Or on the arid land? Not lost! for after many days. Our prayer and toil shall turn to praise. Where are the days of sorrow, And lonely hours of pain, When work is interrupted, Or planned and willed in vain? Not lost! it is the thorniest shoot That bears the Master's pleasant fruit. 71 122 72 LUTHER AND THE BIRD. Where, where are all God's lessons, His teachings, dark or bright? Till, in eternal light, We see, while at His feet we fall, F. R. HAVERGAL. The reasons and results of all. LUTHER AND THE BIRD. THE sun was setting after a day Gloomy and wet and chill, And Martin Luther hurried away, From the garden-spot where the shadows lay, And the lurid sunset under the gray, For his heart was darker still. But out on a branch a bird began, It struck the ear of the moody man, Sorrowing under an awful ban, And through his heart its music ran, Then it nestled its head beneath its wing IS YOUR LAMP BURNING? And the time was passing afar from Spring, But Martin Luther bent his head, And in his own sweet words He blessed the Giver of daily bread, By the God of the little birds. SAMUEL W. DUFFIELD. 73 IS YOUR LAMP BURNING? A party of young Friends, rambling through "The Glen," at Newport, on a rural excursion, found the following lines, Eighth month 31st, 1869: SAY, is your lamp burning, my brother? I pray you look quickly and see; For if it were burning, then surely Some beams would fall bright upon me. Straight, straight is the road, but I falter, 74 IS YOUR LAMP BURNING? There are many and many around you Who follow wherever you go; If you thought that they walked in the shadow, Upon the dark mountains they stumble, They are bruised on the rocks, and they lie There is many a lamp that is lighted, I think, were they trimmed night and morning, If once all the lamps that are lighted Wide over the land and the ocean, How all the dark places would brighten! |