Brave and earnest, true and strong?
Men to stay the floods of sorrow

Sweeping round each war-crushed heart;
Men to say to strife and carnage--

From our world henceforth depart.
God of peace and God of nations,

Haste! oh, haste the glorious day
MACEO. 81

When the reign of our Redeemer
O'er the world shall have its sway.

When the swords now blood encrusted,
Spears that reap the battle field,

Shall be changed to higher service,
Helping earth rich harvests yield.

Where the widow weeps in anguish,
And the orphan bows his head,

Grant that peace and joy and gladness
May like holy angels tread.

Pity, oh, our God the sorrow
Of thy world from thee astray,

Lead us from the paths of madness
Unto Christ the living way.

Year by year the world grows weary
'Neath its weight of sin and strife,

Though the hands once pierced and bleeding
Offer more abundant life.

May the choral song of angels
Heard upon Judea's plain

Sound throughout the earth the tidings
Of that old and sweet refrain.

82 ONLY A WORD.
Till our world, so sad and weary,

Finds the balmy rest of peace--
Peace to silence all her discords--

Peace till war and crime shall cease.
Peace to fall like gentle showers,

Or on parch茅d flowers dew,
Till our hearts proclaim with gladness:

Lo, He maketh all things new.
"FISHERS OF MEN."

I had a dream, a varied dream:
Before my ravished sight

The city of my Lord arose,
With all its love and light.

The music of a myriad harps
Flowed out with sweet accord;

And saints were casting down their crowns
In homage to our Lord.

"FISHERS OF MEN." 83
My heart leaped up with untold joy,

Life's toil and pain were o'er;
My weary feet at last had found

The bright and restful shore.
Just as I reached the gates of light,

Ready to enter in,
From earth arose a fearful cry

Of sorrow and of sin.
I turned, and saw behind me surge

A wild and stormy sea;
And drowning men were reaching out

Imploring hands to me.
And ev'ry lip was blanched with dread,

And moaning for relief;
The music of the golden harps

Grew fainter for their grief.
Let me return, I quickly said,

Close to the pearly gate;
My work is with these wretched ones,

So wrecked and desolate.
An angel smiled and gently said:

This is the gate of life,
Wilt thou return to earth's sad scenes,

Its weariness and strife,
84 SIGNING THE PLEDGE.

To comfort hearts that sigh and break,
To dry the falling tear,

Wilt thou forego the music sweet
Entrancing now thy ear?

I must return, I firmly said,
The strugglers in that sea

Shall not reach out beseeching hands
In vain for help to me.

I turned to go; but as I turned
The gloomy sea grew bright,

And from my heart there seemed to flow
Ten thousand cords of light.

And sin-wrecked men, with eager hands
Did grasp each golden cord;

And with my heart I drew them on
To see my gracious Lord.

Again I stood beside the gate.
My heart was glad and free;

For with me stood a rescued throng
The Lord had given me.

THE LOST BELLS. 85
THE LOST BELLS.

Year after year the artist wrought
With earnest, loving care,

The music flooding all his soul
To pour upon the air.

For this no metal was too rare,
He counted not the cost;

Nor deemed the years in which he toiled
As labor vainly lost.

When morning flushed with crimson light
The golden gates of day,

He longed to fill the air with chimes
Sweet as a matin's lay.

And when the sun was sinking low
Within the distant West,

He gladly heard the bells he wrought
Herald the hour of rest.

The music of a thousand harps
Could never be so dear

As when those solemn chants and thrills
Fell on his list'ning ear.

He poured his soul into their chimes,
And felt his toil repaid;

He called them children of his soul,
His home a'near them made.

86 THE LOST BELLS.
But evil days came on apace,

War spread his banner wide,
And from his village snatched away

The artist's love and pride.
At dewy morn and stilly eve

The chimes no more he heard;
With dull and restless agony

His spirit's depths was stirred.
A weary longing filled his soul,

It bound him like a spell;
He left his home to seek the chimes--

The chimes he loved so well.
Where lofty fanes in grandeur rose,

Upon his ear there fell
No music like the long lost chimes

Of his beloved bell.
And thus he wandered year by year.

Touched by the hand of time,
Seeking to hear with anxious heart

Each well remembered chime.
And to that worn and weary heart

There came a glad surcease:
He heard again the dear old chimes,

And smiled and uttered peace.
THE LOST BELLS. 87

"The chimes! the chimes!" the old man cried,
"I hear their tones at last;"

A sudden rapture filled his heart,
And all his cares were past.

Yes, peace had come with death's sweet calm,
His journeying was o'er,

The weary, restless wanderer
Had reached the restful shore.

It may be that he met again,
Enfolded in the air,

The dear old chimes beside the gates
Where all is bright and fair;

That he who crossed and bowed his head
When Angelus was sung

In clearer light touched golden harps
By angel fingers strung.

88 "DO NOT CHEER, MEN ARE DYING."
"DO NOT CHEER, MEN ARE DYING," SAID

CAPT. PHILLIPS, IN THE SPANISH-
AMERICAN WAR.

Do not cheer, for men are dying
From their distant homes in pain;

And the restless sea is darkened
By a flood of crimson rain.

Do not cheer, for anxious mothers
Wait and watch in lonely dread;

Vainly waiting for the footsteps
Never more their paths to tread.

Do not cheer, while little children
Gather round the widowed wife,

Wondering why an unknown people
Sought their own dear father's life.

Do not cheer, for aged fathers
Bend above their staves and weep,

While the ocean sings the requiem
Where their fallen children sleep.

Do not cheer, for lips are paling
On which lay the mother's kiss;

'Mid the dreadful roar of battle
How that mother's hand they miss!

"DO NOT CHEER, MEN ARE DYING." 89
Do not cheer: once joyous maidens,

Who the mazy dance did tread,
Bow their heads in bitter anguish,

Mourning o'er their cherished dead.
Do not cheer while maid and matron

In this strife must bear a part;
While the blow that strikes a soldier

Reaches to some woman's heart.
Do not cheer till arbitration

O'er the nations holds its sway,
And the century now closing

Ushers in a brighter day.
Do not cheer until the nation

Shall more wise and thoughtful grow

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• henceforth [´hens´fɔ:θ] ad.今后；从今以后 (初中英语单词)
• glorious [´glɔ:riəs] a.光荣的；辉煌的 (初中英语单词)
• christ [kraist] n.基督 int.天啊! (初中英语单词)
• abundant [ə´bʌndənt] a.丰富的；充分的 (初中英语单词)
• proclaim [prə´kleim] vt.宣布；公布；声明 (初中英语单词)
• fearful [´fiəfəl] a.可怕的；担心的 (初中英语单词)
• wretched [´retʃid] a.可怜的；倒霉的 (初中英语单词)
• gently [´dʒentli] ad.温和地；静静地 (初中英语单词)
• firmly [´fə:mli] ad.坚固地，稳定地 (初中英语单词)
• gracious [´greiʃəs] a.和蔼可亲的；任慈的 (初中英语单词)
• solemn [´sɔləm] a.严肃的；隆重的 (初中英语单词)
• banner [´bænə] n.旗(帜)；头号标题 (初中英语单词)
• restless [´restləs] a.没有休息的 (初中英语单词)
• beloved [bi´lʌvd] a.为....所爱的 n.爱人 (初中英语单词)
• anxious [´æŋkʃəs] a.担忧的；渴望的 (初中英语单词)
• lonely [´ləunli] a.孤独的；无人烟的 (初中英语单词)
• waiting [´weitiŋ] n.等候；伺候 (初中英语单词)
• dreadful [´dredful] a.可怕的；讨厌的 (初中英语单词)
• strife [straif] n.竞争；吵架；冲突 (高中英语单词)
• orphan [´ɔ:fən] n.&a.孤儿 vt.使成孤儿 (高中英语单词)
• homage [´hɔmidʒ] n.敬意，尊敬 (高中英语单词)
• gloomy [´glu:mi] a.昏暗的；忧郁的 (高中英语单词)
• loving [´lʌviŋ] a.爱的，有爱情的 (高中英语单词)
• vainly [´veinli] ad.虚荣地；自负地 (高中英语单词)
• crimson [´krimzən] a.&n.深(紫)红(的) (高中英语单词)
• gladly [´glædli] ad.愉快地，高兴地 (高中英语单词)
• longing [´lɔŋiŋ] n.&a.渴望(的) (高中英语单词)
• rapture [´ræptʃə] n.着迷；全神贯注 (高中英语单词)
• joyous [´dʒɔiəs] a.充满快乐的 (高中英语单词)
• thoughtful [´θɔ:tfəl] a.深思的；体贴的 (高中英语单词)
• varied [´veərid] a.各种各样的 (英语四级单词)
• myriad [´miriəd] n.极大数量 a.无数的 (英语四级单词)
• weariness [wiərinis] n.疲倦；厌烦 (英语四级单词)
• grandeur [´grændʒə] n.伟大；富丽；壮观 (英语四级单词)
• untold [,ʌn´təuld] a.没有说到的；无数的 (英语六级单词)