I dimly guess from blessings known
Of greater out of sight,

And, with the chastened Psalmist, own
His judgments too are right.

I long for household voices gone,
For vanished smiles I long,
But God hath led my dear ones on,
And He can do no wrong.

I know not what the future hath
Of marvel or surprise,

Assured alone that life and death
His mercy underlies.

And if my heart and flesh are weak
To bear an untried pain,
The bruised reed He will not break,
But strengthen and sustain.

No offering of my own I have,
Nor works my faith to prove;
I can but give the gifts He gave,
And plead His love for love.

And so beside the Silent Sea
I wait the muffled oar;

No harm from Him can come to me
On ocean or on shore.

I know not where His islands lift
Their fronded palms in air;

I only know I cannot drift
Beyond His love and care.

O brothers! if my faith is vain,
If hopes like these betray,
Pray for me that my feet may gain
The sure and safer way.

And Thou, O Lord! by whom are seen

Thy creatures as they be,
Forgive me if too close I lean

My human heart on Thee!

C.

NEW VOICES

All this is one

MY FAITH

SRI ANANDA ACHARYA

Though the earth is dark and the stars are bright,
This is my faith: there is a hidden light in man.
Though disease we fear and old age we dread, this is my faith:
the soul is brave.

Though the sun of life has risen and will as surely set, this is my faith: the sun of life shines ever in its place, unmoving.

Though the royal swans fly and the storms smite their head, this is my faith: they will reach their home in the Mansa lake.

Though the mountains stand mute and the birds sing merrily, this is my faith: the pole-star is firm.

Though friends greet like strangers and strangers are unkind, this is my faith: love will wake in their souls.

Though all men have different faces, different minds, this is my faith one heart moves them all.

Though atoms, forces, lives, fates, graces, times, each from the other differs, each fighting for supremacy-this is my faith all are traveling, under the cloud of unknowingness, to the

All-soul's temple of rest.

VICTORY

(Found on the body of an Australian soldier)

Ye that have faith to look with fearless eyes
Beyond the tragedy of a world at strife,
And know that out of death and night shall rise
The dawn of ampler life:

Rejoice, whatever anguish rend the heart,

That God has given you the priceless dower
To live in these great times and have your part
In Freedom's crowning hour,

That ye may tell your sons who see the light

High in the heavens-their heritage to take"I saw the powers of darkness take their flight; I saw the morning break."

HAVE FAITH

EDWARD CARPENTER

Do not hurry; have faith.

Remember that if you become famous you can never share the lot of those who pass by unnoticed from the cradle to the grave, nor take part in the last heroism of their daily life;

If you seek and encompass wealth and ease the divine outlook of poverty cannot be yours-nor shall you feel all your days the loving and constraining touch of Nature and Necessity;

If you are successful in all you do, you cannot also battle magnificently against odds;

If you have fortune and good health and a loving wife and children, you cannot also be of those who are happy without these things.

Covet not overmuch. Let the strong desires come and go; refuse them not, disown them not; but think not that in them lurks finally the thing you want.

Presently they will fade away and into the intolerable light will dissolve like gossamers before the sun.

Do not hurry; have faith.

(Whither indeed should we hurry? is it not well here?

A little shelter from the storm, a stack of fuel for winter use, A few handfuls of grain and fruit

And, lo! the glory of all the earth is ours.)

The main thing is that the messenger is perhaps even now at your door-and to see that you are ready for his arrival.

Likely whoever it is his coming will upset all your carefully laid plans;

Your most benevolent designs will likely have to be laid aside, and he will set you to some quite common-place business, or perhaps of dubious character

Or send you on a long and solitary journey; perhaps he will bring you letters of trust to deliver-perhaps the prince himself will appear―

Yet see that you are ready for his arrival.

Is your present experience hard to bear?

Yet remember that never again perhaps in all your days
Will you have another chance at the same.

Do not fly the lesson, but have a care that you maintain it while you have the opportunity.

On all sides God surrounds you, staring out upon you from the mountains and from the face of the rocks, and of men, and of animals.

Will you rush past forever insensate and blindfold-hurrying breathless from one unfinished task to another, and to catch your ever-departing trains-as if you were a very Cain flying from His face?

IN THE HOSPITAL

ARTHUR GUITERMAN

Because on the branch that is tapping my pane

A sun-wakened, leaf-bud uncurled,

Is bursting its rusty brown sheathing in twain,
I know there is spring in the world.

Because through the sky-patch whose azure and white

My window frames all the day long,

A yellow bird dips for an instant of flight,
I know there is song.

Because even here, in this Mansion of Woe,
Where creep the dull hours, leaden-shod,
Compassion and tenderness aid me, I know
There is God.

GOD THE ARCHITECT

HARRY KEMP

Who Thou art I know not
But this much I know;
Thou hast set the Pleiades

In a silver row;

Thou hast sent the trackless winds
Loose upon their way;

Thou hast reared a colored wall

Twixt the night and day;

Thou hast made the flowers to bloom

And the stars to shine;

Hid rare gems of richest ore

In the tunneled mine;

But chief of all thy wondrous works
Supreme of all thy plan,

Thou hast put an upward reach

Into the heart of man.