{"1": {"fulltext": "^^^^f^^^Ktttt^\\nPS 3513\\n095 M8\\n1899", "height": "3480", "width": "2298", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "IIM^\\nLIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\nChap. Copyright No.\\nShelf.. M^\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.\\nz-m^\\n.itm", "height": "3403", "width": "2243", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "^\u00e2\u0096\u00a0v.!^ \u00e2\u0096\u00a0fe i% A-\\n^^v/\\n/a j^ 4 iTr:^.\\nmm", "height": "3359", "width": "2188", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3414", "width": "2078", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3359", "width": "2188", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3348", "width": "2188", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "MY CHEST\\nRANSACKER G.\\nCLARA GO^^IIN^G.\\nrLLUSTRATED BY C. W. REED.\\nREADING:\\nW. E. J. F. TWOMBLY.\\nl_\\nL iSi l-j", "height": "3359", "width": "2188", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0009.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "TWO COPIES BECEIVED.\\nI-Jbrary of CsBgMja\\nOf\u00c2\u00abc\u00c2\u00bb Of jk,\\nDEC 20 1899\\nB glsfer of Copyrtgfcfg^\\n49453\\nCopyright 1899\\nBy CLARA GOWING, Reading.\\nSECOND OOPV,", "height": "3348", "width": "2188", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0010.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "DEDICATED TO YOU,\\nMY FKIEND.", "height": "3359", "width": "2188", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0011.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3348", "width": "2188", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0012.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3359", "width": "2188", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0013.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "AS IN MY CHEST I OFTEN LOOK.", "height": "3348", "width": "2188", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0014.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "PROEM.\\nBy all means, use sometimes to be alone.\\nSalute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear;\\nDare to look in thy chest, for tis thy own\\nAnd tumble up and down what thou findest there.\\nGeorge Herbert^.\\nAs in my chest I often look,\\nI sometimes am inclined\\nTo write within this little book,\\nStray thoughts that there I find.\\nNot for their intrinsic merit.\\nMuch less, their classic style,\\nNor dreaming they ll ere prove profit,\\nSimply an hour beguile.\\nAnd then it is pleasant to know.\\nThere are thoughts roaming about.\\nWhich the tongue unable to show,\\nThe pen perchance will bring out,\\nFor when alone at work I ve sat.\\nOr strayed from mates apart,\\nI have loved my chest to ransack.\\nAnd search o er all my heart.", "height": "3359", "width": "2188", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0015.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "Strange parcels there, oft meet my view.\\nHeart yearnings far from gay,\\nSunshine and cloud of every hue.\\nCompose these motley lays.\\nThis rubbish is of me a part,\\nAnd shows a varied mood,\\nNot meant for all, but those whose heart\\nWith mine is in attune.\\nThe Author.\\nElmwood,\\nConcord, Mass.", "height": "3348", "width": "2188", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0016.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "THE LAST WISH.\\n[Written on being shown by a friend, where she would like to be\\nL buried by a river.]\\nDear friends, weep .not for me when I am gone,\\nBut come to the river side, and sing to me\\nThose songs I love so well. Come, bring wild\\nFlowers, and scatter them on the water\\nTo make it calm and quiet, that there I\\nMay repose at last, in peacefulness.\\nBriiig not many, to view my resting place,\\nBut come alone, that in death my body\\nMay enjoy that tranquility that in life\\nMy spirit longed for.\\nLet no monument\\nMark the spot where I repose, but by the\\nStranger passed unnoticed, for as in life\\nBut few cared for me, so twill be in death.\\nDear friends, in autumn when the summer leaves\\nShall change and die, then think of me, but not\\nWith sadness, but as one who s gone to rest\\nFrom the many trials of this cold world.\\nCo -coRD, Mass 1846.\\n[Closing of the Winter Term of the Delaware Baptist School,\\nKansas.]\\nThis morning dawned mild, clear, and bright,\\nThe children rose with hearts quite light,", "height": "3359", "width": "2188", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0017.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "Happy to bid adieu to school,\\nTo books, and work, and every rule.\\nWhen all were with their breakfast through,\\nEach to their chores quite quickly flew\\nThe largest boys took out the beds,\\nAnd on the grass the hay soon spread\\nWhile the girls, from the windows threw\\nThe bedquilts, and the pillows, too.\\nThinking, on the feiice to hang them,\\nThere, the wind from dust to free them.\\nBut from the south, the wind blew strons:.\\nAnd on the fence, they stayed not long.\\nBut over the yards quickly flew,\\nShowing colors of rainbow hue.\\nWater-boys to the spring were sent.\\nTo All the barrels ere they went.\\nThe hills echoed their voices loud,\\nTis well we live not near a town,)\\nShouting, Vacation Vacation\\nSurely all were in commotion.\\nA lively scene it was, I ween.\\nYou should have been there to have seen.\\nIn due time, all the chores were done.\\nThose who lived nearest homeward run.\\nOthers stayed their people to wait.\\nThe last were gone ere it was late.\\nSome went on horse-back, some afoot.\\nAnd some, without a parting look.\\nAnd then, to sweep, we went about,\\nFrom the corners the dirt to rout.", "height": "3348", "width": "2188", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0018.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "The hay we swept, but oh, tlie mud\\nTo start, we took shovel and dug\\nWe dug, and scrubbed, and washed, and swept,\\nTill on the floor no mud was left.\\nWhen this was done night o er us crept,\\nAnd thus it was the children left.\\nFeb. 22nd, 1861.\\n[Lines Written for a Cliild to Speak at their Family Christmas\\nTree.]\\nDear Friends, I m glad to see you here\\nWithin our home so bright.\\nFor you have come our hearts to cheer\\nOn this merry Christmas night.\\nNow, I ll tell you something more\\nIn our parlor there s a tree\\nAll with presents covered o er\\nHow it got there I don t see,\\nBut there it is, and you will find\\nIf you ope the folding door,\\nSomething pleasing to each mind,\\nOn the tree or on the floor.\\n[Lines Sent With a Cross.]\\nThough here a cross I give to thee,\\nFrom thorns and trouble it is free;\\nAnd as around it clings the vine,\\nI would that love your pathway twine.", "height": "3359", "width": "2188", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0019.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "AUTUMN.\\nThe mellow antiimn days are here,\\nWith flowers the brightest of tlie year,\\nWhile vine and tree combine\\nTo lend their fruit betime\\nShedding abroad their fragrance r.-ire,\\nMaking all nature charming fair.\\n[A Postal Card to one who harl Rorrowecl a Bag and Failed to\\nReturn it.]\\nHow can a body a shopping go,\\nWithout a bag, I would like to know?\\nIf you ve aught of the kind to lend,\\nWill you please oblige an old friend?\\nHere is some licorice for you to chew,\\nSome that you left here, jou and Sue.\\nA word to the wise sufficient should be,\\nI am as ever, your friend, Clara G.\\n[A Lftter to a Friend.]\\nDelaware Reservation, March, sixty-one,\\nStrongly blows the wind, and clouded is the sun;\\nYours received, I write your kindness to repay,\\nTis Friday P. M., the twenty-second day.\\nAfter breakfast. Dear Helen, w^ith children four,\\nI took a walk down the creek, a mile or more,\\nWhere plenty of stones, of all colors abound,\\nOf shapes many large, small, thin, smooth, rough\\nand round\\n10", "height": "3348", "width": "2188", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0020.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "Shells, too, a few we found, though neither rich,\\nnor rare.\\nThe only mj^stery was, how came they there?\\nWere they, as some think once by the ocean left.\\nWhen years ago, o er these plains its waters swept,\\nAnd, by its mighty waves these fair prairies formed?\\nI think not; so will leave the how, unsolved.\\nRare stones we gathered like true geologists,\\nAnd places found of scenery wildest\\nFound rocks, earth, and trees in wild confusion\\nthrown,\\nAnd mosses of all colors, had o er them grown\\nHere ravines by itishing waters had been formed.\\nAnd there, a precipice o er jotting rocks yawned.\\nOne ravine bears the title of Deadman s Leap,\\nFrom which should one be dashed, they there\\nmight sleep.\\nWhen weary, we sat down in some sheltered nook.\\nAnd scanned over a page from Nature s own book.\\nAnd flowers, now and then, a few we found,\\nDelicate white ones, just peeping from the ground.\\nAnon, we tried our voices in loud halloo\\nThat the hills and vales the sound might re-echo,\\nThinkest thou, my friend, we need civilizing?\\nWhy! we were merely out geologizing.\\nWhile I write the heavens grow black.\\nOf lightning there is no lack\\nFearfully loud, the thunder roars.\\nSurcharged clouds the rain out pours.\\nAnd now again, the sky is clear.\\nAnd singing from the birds I hear.\\n11", "height": "3359", "width": "2188", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0021.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "The grass so clean, looks very green\\nAs in the play-ground it is seen.\\n;[To my Brother on Learning he had Enlisted for the War,\\nAugust 1861.]\\nOo, brother, go and for your country fight,\\nEver stand firm for freedom and for right;\\nFor this thy grandsires fought in olden time.\\nFor this they dared their peaceful homes resign.\\nWhat they so dearly bought, protect with might.\\nFor freedom s holy, blood bought soil dare fight;\\nXeave home and kindred, and friends that are dear,\\n*Go then, trusting in God, without a fear.\\nGo, brother, go! thy country bids thee go\\nWith courage bold go forth to meet the foe.\\nThey ve dared thy country s sacred rights defy,\\nDefend those rights, and on thy God rely,\\nShrink not to leave thy wife and child so dear.\\nThough 23arting cost thee many a sad tear.\\nFor what to thee, would be thy home now dear.\\nWere the Rebel flag to be planted here?\\nBrother! thy sister loves, yet bids thee go;\\nFor God s own righteous cause all else forgo\\nFight for the right, or die as heroes die.\\nFor thee, thy sister s prayer shall daily rise.\\nTo Him, who listens to the humblest cry\\nThat thou may always feel His spirit nigh,.\\nEver to nerve thy arm, thy soul to cheer,\\nThen brother go, my brother very dear.\\n12", "height": "3348", "width": "2188", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0022.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "Go then, and may God s blessing rest on thee,\\nFrom pain and death, mayest thou protected be.\\nThough many anxious hours thy friends will pass\\nWe ll trust in God, that we may meet at last\\nWhere wars and conflict will no more break out,\\nBut joy and harmony will reign throughout.\\nThen, brother, if thy country need thee, tight!\\nGod will preserve and bless, in doing right.\\n[Lines Addressed to my Sister on the Death of Her Infant.]\\nThou art gone to thy rest, dear little one\\nVery quickly, thy course on earth was run\\nTenderly thy form, in the grave has been lain.\\nBut thy pure spirit, with thy God doth reign.\\nEre yet thy feet had trod the mazy way\\nWhich leads to death, or the endless day.\\nThy Maker called thee, to the world above.\\nTo dwell and flourish beneath His love.\\nThen we ll not mourn, that thy spirit has gone.\\nEre of earth s pain and woe it tasted long\\nBut try to feel, God doeth all things well,\\nAnd meet on high, with Christ and thee to dwell.\\n[Lines to Friends who sent a Barrel of Clothing to the DelaAvare\\nBaptist Mission, Kan.]\\nMany thanks for the barrel, packed so tight.\\nWhich came to the Mission, at last, all right;\\n13", "height": "3359", "width": "2188", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0023.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "Crowded and packed I ween, by thoughtful hands,\\nThen nailed strong enough, to visit all lands.\\nThe ticket, (Express,) seemed an old friend.\\nCould you have looked in at the Mission then.\\nYou d have seen a queer sight, I think, perhaps.\\nWhen out came the head, by many hard raps.\\nFor each, (as people from a grab-bag do,)\\nPut in their hand, and taking out a few\\nOf what was handy, displayed to view\\nVarious articles of every hue\\nClothing of all kinds, some large and some small;\\nAnd soon we had found something for us all.\\nWith our dresses we were all much pleased,\\nAs if each for themselves had selected\\nWe ll prize them, for kind hearts of which they tell,\\nAs these tokens show our friends love us well.\\nMiss M. sends her love, and will write you soon,\\nJust now I hear her coughing in her room.\\nFor you must know, of colds we have enough,\\nThough generally we are well and quite tough.\\nFrom rhj^ming such nonsense, I now must stop,\\nWhy, tis nearly, or quite eleven o clock.\\nTo scribble you more I may not tarry.\\nOnly subscribe myself, your friend, Clara.\\nSUPPLICATION.\\nIn all the varied paths of life,\\nO God, I pray Thee, be\\nMy guide, and council, inward light,\\nWinning my soul to Thee.\\nU", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0024.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "In daily life we meet with sin,\\nAnd fancy onward lures\\nBut if God s Spirit dwell within\\nHis strength will prove secure.\\nOh, lead me ever in Thy way.\\nThough dark it may appear.\\nA Father s love will be the ray\\nTo banish every fear.\\nThen bless me Father, with Thy grace,\\nAnd draw me unto Thee,\\nHelp me in all. Thy love to trace,\\nO Lord, remember me.\\nAnd grant Thy blessing rest upon\\nThose that on earth I love.\\nMay they accept of Christ, Thy Son,\\nAnd reign with Him above.\\nA PEEP AT HOME.\\nTis Sabbath eve, all nature s still.\\nMy thoughts wandering roam\\nAway to eastern vales and hills.\\nAnd take a peep at home.\\nBeside the fire my mother sits.\\nHer form by age not bent\\nPensive her mood, perchance she thinks.\\nOf her loved ones absent.\\nAnd for their good she breathes a prayer.\\nTo God the Father dear.\\nThat He ll bestow His watchful care\\nAnd bless their pathway here.\\n15", "height": "3413", "width": "2167", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0025.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0026.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "And on his staff my father bows;\\nHis hair is snowy white,\\nFor seventy winters mark his brow\\nThough yet the eye beams bright.\\nMethinks his thoughts I plainly read,\\nThey re with the absent ones\\nFor one is on the battle-field\\nThe dear, the youngest son.\\nHis country s call he answered, too,\\nAnd bade adieu to friends.\\nFor in his veins the blood beats true.\\nThe Union to defend.\\nAnd one has gone toward setting sun,\\nWhere prairie flowers bloom\\nTo teach America s wild sons.\\nIn Heaven there s yet room.\\nAnd there are those who nearer dwell,\\nEach share their parents prayer\\nMay He who doeth all things well,\\nOf grace give each a share.\\nAnd when they re called, (as all must be,)\\nTo leave this earthly place,\\nOh, that with angels they may see\\nThe Savior, face to face.\\nThen feel not anxious for thy bairns,\\nBut trust a Father s care\\nThrough dangers he can keep from harm\\nWho numbers all their hairs.\\n17", "height": "3413", "width": "2167", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0027.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "God bless thee, parents, ever dear,\\nMy mother, and my sire\\nPrepare thee, while journeying here.\\nTo tune the heavenly lyre.\\nKansas, April, 1863.\\nSUNSHINE AND SHADE.\\nLife has its joys then why despond.\\nAnd sadly brood o er sorrow?\\nThe night, though dark, at last will end.\\nAnd sunshine on the morrow.\\nWe would not know how much to prize\\nThe glorious orb of day.\\nDid not a cloud some times arise.\\nDimming for a while its rays.\\nAnd so with trials in this life.\\nDarkly for a time appear.\\nThen pass away, and beams the light.\\nThat quickly checks the tear.\\nWe know there s One that makes us strong.\\nWhen battling life s storms we re weak.\\nIf we His strength sincerely long.\\nTruly, guidance from Him seek.\\nHow sweet twill be to feel the smile\\nA kind Father s love bestows.\\nOn those who re striving for a while.\\nTo follow Christ here below.\\n18", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0028.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "Then cheer thee up, my soul arise,\\nThere is duty marked for you\\nAnd faith points upward to the skies,-\\nWith courage your way pursue.\\nKansas, April, 1863.\\n[A Prayer for my little Nephew.J\\nHeavenly Father, hear my prayer.\\nAnd grant to me Thy tender care.\\nOh, give me health, and keep from harm\\nGuide me by Thy powerful arm.\\nIn sinful ways, may I ne er stray,\\nBut yield my heart without delay\\nTo Thee devote my early youth.\\nAnd love Thy Book of Holy Truth.\\nMy brother two, oh may he share.\\nThy loving kindness, watchful care.\\nAnd bless my parents, ever dear.\\nAnd all my friends, both far and near.\\nAnd if on earth, we meet no more.\\nBear us all, to Thy shining shore;\\nThere with angels, a part to take.\\nOh, hear my prayer for Jesus sake.\\nUNDER THE CLOUD.\\nDarkly the clouds are gathering oer.\\nStretching with gloominess far before.\\n19", "height": "3413", "width": "2167", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0029.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "Father, behind them my spirit tries\\nIn vain, Thy countenance to descry.\\nAlas, that my soul so common be,\\nThe silver lining I cannot see,\\nO, enter Thou, and my heart refine.\\nCause my will to yield itself to Thine.\\nHelp me, O Father, Thy hand to see.\\nIn all the paths Thou st appointed me\\nAnd ever wilt Thou by Thy grace sustain\\nThrough suffering, in this world of pain.\\nThen, neath the cloud my heart will discern\\nThe lesson I need so much to learn.\\nFeeling the rod yet I ll kiss the hand,\\nWhich guides Thine own to the promised land.\\nKansas, April, 1863.\\nMEMORIAL.\\nI m told dear aunt has passed away,\\nThe path that opes to all,\\nThe debt of nature each must pay,\\nWhen re the Master calls.\\nThe loved one s form no more we ll see,\\nThat form so bent with care.\\nDeath came to set her spirit free,\\nWith Christ His joys to share.\\n20", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0030.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "Sweetly of her our thoughts will dwell,\\nWith love and honor, too.\\nFor surely we did prize her well.\\nSo pure of heart and true.\\nIn life she showed a christian s heart,\\nAnd kindly felt for all\\nGently she ever bore her part,\\nOn us may her mantle fall.\\nFrom her would st learn to bear our part,\\nWhile tarrying here below.\\nOur duty do with all our heart,\\nLove to every one show.\\nThen mourn not, though she s gone before,\\nThrough death s vale safely past,\\nBut meet her on the other shore,\\nMeeting no more to part.\\n[A Prayer for Peace written during the war of the Rebellion.]\\nFather, our country bless.\\nSave from war s distress.\\nAuthor of light\\nIn battle be Thou near,\\nOur friends protect so dear.\\nMay they no danger fear.\\nThough called toUight.\\nGive courage to the weak.\\nMay they Thy council seek,\\nSmile from above.\\n21", "height": "3413", "width": "2167", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0031.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "Where darkness reigns, send light,\\nThere may God s cause shine^bright,\\nKept ever by Thy might.\\nFather of Love.\\nBless Thou our Union men,\\nTheir dear firesides defend\\nGuard them ever.\\nMay they the right pursue,\\nSuccess to them accrue.\\nThy mercy ne er misuse.\\nTrue men ever.\\nO Thou God of battle.\\nWilt break the slaves shackle,\\nAnd set them free?\\nFrom tryanny them release,\\nO, may their bondage cease.\\nThrough all the land reign peace,\\nPraise be to Thee.\\nKansas, October, 1863.\\n[Lines Addressed to my Sister on the Birth of a Son.]\\nA wee bit child is born I hear\\nMany the hearts, oh, may it cheer.\\nFond parents, I wish you much joy.\\nIn this your darling baby boy.\\nTo you a holy trust is given,\\nTo guide through life, lead to heaven\\n22", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0032.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "A spirit of immortal birth,\\nOf God s image, though now of earth.\\nTo your keeping a jewel s lent,\\nFor wise purposes to you sent\\nTo worship it oh! never dare.\\nBut cherish it with tender care.\\nBy your own lives the path show clear.\\nWhich leads above, through doubts and fears;\\nAnd thus to you may grace be given\\nWith yours, to journey on to heaven.\\nAUTUMN LEAVES.\\nHow gently fell the autumn leaves.\\nWhen their brief life was oer.\\nBorne downward by the passing breeze,\\nThey greet our gaze no more.\\nLife and beauty from them had fled.\\nBut not so all their worth\\nFrom waving boughs they quickly sped\\nTo nourish mother earth.\\nBut when again the sun s warm ray.\\nShall life once more renew.\\nAnd the trees with verdure o er lay.\\nThey ll come to us anew.\\nPerchance not in the form of old,\\nFor that has passed away.\\nBut in another mold we re told\\nThey ll live again some day.\\n23", "height": "3413", "width": "2167", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0033.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "May we from them a lesson learn,\\nThis life is not our all\\nThen from it let us gladly turn,\\nWhen our dear Lord may call.\\nThus gently we should pass from earth,\\nNor wistful look behind.\\nWe go but to another birth\\nWe trust a purer clime.\\nIf ought of worth we here have done,\\nTwill live, though we are not.\\nAnd quickened by the Eternal Son\\nEndless will be its lot.\\nA NATIONAL THANKSGIVING.\\n[By order of President Lincoln, Nov. 26tli, 1863.]\\nTo-day, as a nation we join with one accord,\\nLifting our hearts in grateful praise to the Lord,\\nFor his mercies hath He shed as free as the light\\nOh then, let us thank Him with our whole soul\\nand might.\\nHe hath given the sunshine, the rain and the dew,\\nWith plenty, filling our barns and granaries, too\\nThe ground, of vegetables has yielded its share.\\nThe vines and trees bowed, with their weight of\\nfruit fair.\\nThough war has threatened our fair country to\\ndeform,\\n24", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0034.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "Upheld by God s kind hand, we still brave the\\nfierce storm;\\nAnd onward with vigor, we would battle with\\nwrong,\\nTill o er all our land shall swell forth Freedom s\\nsong.\\nThen, Heavenly Father, be with our soldiers brave,\\nWho, from iheir homes have gone forth their\\ncountry to save.\\nGive courage and wisdom in the hour of distress.\\nWith victory s crown at last, their stern labors\\nbless.\\nThough from our midst, we mourn our noble\\nfallen sons,\\nFor right they bravely fought, in death their re-\\nward won.\\nIn our hearts we will cherish their memories dear.\\nWith their weeping friends, shed the sympathizing\\ntear;\\nPraying behind the cloud, they -may discern God s\\nsmile,\\nOheering their lone way, while they tarry here\\nawhile.\\nWe know affliction to his loved ones He doth send,\\nBut with it. His loving kindness and strength doth\\nlend.\\nThen arise, all the nation with thanksgiving\\nsing.\\nTill from shore to shore, with song the welkins\\nshall ring.\\n25", "height": "3413", "width": "2167", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0035.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "Shout forth your loud hosannas with one accord,\\nPraise ye with full hearts, our Father and our Lord;\\nTis He who has guided us, thus far on our way,\\nAnd will yet onward lead, to bright and peaceful\\ndays;\\nTo him will we ascribe, glory, honor and praise,\\nBoth now and evermore, when our voices we\\nraise.\\nA FAST-DAY PRAYER.\\n[On Account of Reverses in the Arm7/ of the Union President\\nAbraham Lincoln appointed a National Fast-day\\nAug. 4th, 1864.]\\nFather, to-day we seek Thy face.\\nAnd as a Nation, pray for grace\\nGrace to lead us in the right,\\nOh, guide us ever by Thy light.\\nHumble our hearts we pray O Lord,\\nAnd shed Thy presence all abroad.\\nOh, purge us from our many sins.\\nAnd deign to dwell our hearts within.\\nWe pray our rulers true may be\\nTo their country, themselves, and Thee,\\nAnd gird their armor on with might.\\nLooking to Thee, to bless the right.\\nTo our soldiers true courage lend.\\nWho ve gone forth Thy cause to defend\\nMay they Thy guidance always seek.\\nTrusting in Thee with spirit meek.\\n26", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0036.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "Thus through this conflict lead us on^\\nTill peace and liberty be won\\nThen may all bow with one accord,\\nAscribing glory to the Lord.\\nONWARD-UPWARD.\\nAs the water floweth onward,\\nSo would I my course pursue\\nNever halting, looking upward.\\nThough the path be rough and new.\\nEver onward.\\nThough the stream be small and feeble.\\nYet its course it never stays\\nSo by grace may I be able\\nTo press onward, in God s way.\\nThough so feeble.\\nWhen o er rocks the streamlet floweth,,\\nTending to the distant ocean.\\nEver murmurs as it goeth.\\nOnward, onward, ever on\\nAs it floweth.\\nSo when trials gather round me.\\nAnd dark clouds o er cast my sky,\\nAnd my spirit faints within me.\\nHelp me Lord, to look on high\\nTo me draw nigh.\\n27", "height": "3413", "width": "2167", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0037.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "And my cross, oh help me bear,\\nLest it prove too much for me\\nKeep me Lord, from deep despair\\nHear me when I cry to Thee,\\nHear my prayer.\\nAnd when I m done with care and strife.\\nAnd none are exempt below.\\nOh give me that eternal life\\nWhere streams immortal flow,\\nEternal life.\\nLynchburg, A^a., Feb., 1866.\\nTO MY MUSE.\\nO, sweet poesy\\nHow thou my soul doth stir.\\nAnd call from out its depths.\\nThoughts till now unknown,\\nAnd would ne er have been born\\nBut for thy sweet power.\\nAh how my soul doth love thee,\\nHow love to roam enchanted\\nIn thy deep labyrinths.\\nWith nature communing;\\nAnd on wings fancy free\\nSoar far away away\\nFrom evil that surrounds.\\nAnd aught that tries the soul.\\nThou leadest from joy, to joy,\\nAnd thou, doth so impress\\n28", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0038.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "With lofty peacefulness,\\nThat from my inward soul\\nI long thee to possess.\\nThou for a while my mind\\nDoth fill, and o er flowing\\nMy cup with nectar sweet,\\nGive a taste of Heaven.\\nElmwood,\\nConcord, Mass.\\n[To an Aunt\u00e2\u0080\u0094 On the Death of her Husband.]\\nGone before thee, thy loved one s gone,\\nTo the unknown gone before.\\nWhile thou lingering, tarry yet,\\nOn this lowly mortal shore.\\nGone before thee, yes, he s gone.\\nFree from pain, and strife, and care\\nHe has reached the home immortal,\\nAnd no sorrow enters there.\\nGone before thee, gone before thee,\\nWhile thou waiting, lonely feel,\\nBut tis God who doeth all things.\\nHe will all thy anguish heal.\\nLean on Him and trust Him always,\\nEver present He will be,\\nAnd the loved one gone before thee,.\\nSoon on high will welcome thee.\\n29", "height": "3413", "width": "2167", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0039.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "Only waiting while God s reapers,\\nBear the ripe sheaves, one by one.\\nSoon they ll come and take thee with them,\\nTo the Father and His Son.\\nMourn then not, though thou art left.\\nLonger yet thy fruit to bear,\\nBut with patience press thou onward,\\nTo that home surpassing fair.\\n[Thoughts Suggested from a Visit to the National Arlington\\nCemetery, Arlington, Va.]\\nOh wondrous fair, and hallowed spot,\\nLovely by nature, enchanced by art\\nMost fitting place for those, who for their\\nCountry fought and for it willing died.\\nGathered with tenderest care from thousand\\nBattlefields, whose soil their life blood drank,\\nHere may they slumber undisturbed\\nEver to be by a Nation cherished.\\nIn its heart embalmed, as hallowed sons.\\nLong as time shall last their noble deeds\\nShall live in hearts of loyal blood\\nAges yet unborn shall tell how they fell\\nFor God and Liberty.\\nGuarded by a Nation s love,\\nNo impious footstep here shall tread\\nThe herbage of their grave, but ever bright\\nThe glory that gilds their deathless tomb.\\nThey were our country s pride, our dear ones gone\\nHonored soil that holds their sacred form.\\nAlexandria, Va., May, 1867.\\n30", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0040.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "BIRTHDAY SOLILOQUY.\\nThe years of man s life are threescore and ten.\\nI m thirty-five, and half way home,\\nHalf of life s journey o er;\\nHalf of its rough battles fought,\\nHalf way the other shore\\nPausing, midway the stream of life.\\nIn retrospect I look\\nThrough all the past then willing turn\\nTo read the uncut book.\\nOnward, gaze I through the vista\\nOf the future all unseen,\\nYet with trusting hope and courage\\nLaunch my boat adown the stream\\nISTever doubting but the hand\\nWhich thus far has led me on.\\nStill will guide me through life s conflict,\\nTill the victory be won.\\nAlexandria, Va., May 22, 1867.\\n[Written for the Children s Christmas Tree.]\\nO, come good Muse, attend I pray.\\nWhile I attempt a Christmas lay.\\nIn olden times of joy and mirth.\\nWhen fires were made upon the hearth,\\nAnd bout them sat the old and young.\\nWhile jokes went round, and songs were sung.\\nTill lowly burned the blazing fire\\nThen all would to their beds retire,\\n31", "height": "3413", "width": "2167", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0041.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "And in the quiet of the night,\\nWith naught but stars, to give him light,\\nOld Santa Claus would come to town.\\nAnd many good things scatter round\\nLeaving for each wee giji and boy\\nA pretty book or pleasing toy.\\nBut now all things are strangely changed.\\nAnd in the chimneys stoves arranged,\\nSo that in the cold December,\\nWhen Old Santa would remember\\nHis yearly call on little ones,\\nHe cannot down the chimney run.\\nThus yielding to this new wrinkle.\\nHe s sent his old wife, Kriss Krinkle,\\nWho now brings, as you all may see,\\nA beautiful bright Christmas tree.\\nHoping of its fruit you may find\\nGifts well pleasing to each mind.\\nWhy, here s some boots of rubber made.\\nWith nice warm flannel all inlaid.\\nThey were not meant for a coward\\nWonder if they d fit our Howard,\\nAnd keep his feet both warm and dry\\nThen to be a good boy you must try.\\nWhat is this for Helen, so bright\\nTis knife and fork of silver white\\nUse them with ease to eat, my dear.\\nThen place upon your plate quite near.\\nA rolling-pin is also found,\\nTo make your pies, so smooth and round.\\n32", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0042.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "A bedstead, too, from cousin Grace,\\nWith doll within, with nice waslied face.\\nShirts there are for Uncle Charley,\\nAnd a right smart hat for Harley,\\nA jacket, too, all bright and new,\\nMay the heart beneath ere beat true.\\nAnd Paul, for you a fork is placed.\\nThat you may eat with ease and grace.\\nAnd here is one for Parker, too,\\nBoth made of silver bright and new.\\nNow, Arthur, I am sure will find\\nBooks and toys pleasing to his mind.\\nHere is a cane for grandpa s hand.\\nTo rest him when he walks or stands,,\\nAnd for grandma and grandpa G.,\\nAn Album Book, I plainly see,\\nTo hold within the faces dear\\nOf children and friends far and near.\\nTidies there are the chairs to cover,\\nTo mention all I will not bother\\nBut now before I leave the town,\\nTo each their gift will hand around.\\nWishing you all a Christmas dear.\\nAnd also a happy New Year,\\nAnd while you all so joyful are\\nI must away and travel far.\\nAnd other homes make gladly bright,.\\nOn this most merry Christmas night.\\nMaple Cottage,\\nReading, Mass.\\n33", "height": "3413", "width": "2167", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0043.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "[To my Parents on their Fiftieth Wedding Anniversary.]\\nA Holy Sabbath morn in May,\\nWitnessed your plighted vows,\\nAnd often has the date recurred\\nTill numbering fifty now.\\nYes, half a century has passed o er,\\nYour wedded years together.\\nAnd you have toiled and faithful been\\nThrough fair and stormy weather.\\nNot often does the marriage bond.\\nRemain thus long unbroken,\\nAnd by this we would recognize,\\nOf Heavenly love a token.\\nThrough all the long and changeful years,\\nGod s mercy has been given.\\nHe s kept you through the trying hours.\\nThen onward press to Heaven.\\nSure common blessings without stint.\\nHave been to you assigned.\\nAnd what is better far than wealth,\\nA mind in all resigned.\\nChildren have gamboled round your hearth,\\nAnd four to manhood came,\\nTheir children came in turn again\\nTo bear the Gowing name.\\nAnd may each wear it with the grace.\\nThat you have done so well.\\nAnd live an honor and a crown.\\nYour praises long to tell.\\n34", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0044.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "Together on this sacred day,\\nThe young and aged meet,\\nThe snowy head, the lithe of limb.\\nAll happy you to greet.\\nRejoicing that so long you ve dwelt.\\nIn quiet paths below,\\nAnd thus may you continue on.\\nYour cup with love o er How.\\nAnd as you near the boundary line,\\nAnd worldly cares resign.\\nThrough faith you upward look for rest,\\nThe rest beyond the sky.\\nThere may we all united meet.\\nParents and kindred dear.\\nMeet where no parting ever comes,\\nNor pain, nor sigh, nor tear.\\nMay 29, 1869.\\n[To the Social Readers Circle, Reading.]\\nReaders of the Social Circle,\\nWill you listen while I give you\\nItems from a southern state\\nWay down south in Dixie s land.\\nWhere the cotton grows so plenty.\\nWith its blossoms one day buff.\\nAnd the next, behold, they are pink.\\nWith its cups of milky whiteness.\\nHow tis picked all through the autumn,\\n35", "height": "3413", "width": "2167", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0045.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "Gathered by the colored people,\\nCup by cup, as each one opens,\\nTill the white frost comes in winter,\\nNips the fingers of the pickers.\\nSpoils the goodness of the cotton.\\nWhere tobacco grows abundant,\\nWith its broad long leaf of green.\\nDrawing poison from surroundings\\nTo impart to its consumers\\nSure, though slow, will work the poison.\\nThough in doses homeopathic.\\nWhere the maze grows luxuriant,\\nA field, a forest looks to be,\\nGrows so high its feet to number\\nYou must count quite into teens.\\nWhere the wheat waves high in summer,\\nGathering richness from the soil.\\nGathering but to give again.\\nRichness in the full ripe grain.\\nWhere the yam grows in perfection.\\nLarge and yellow and quite toothsome.\\nWhere the butter is not golden,\\nNeither is it hard as wax.\\nBut the motes do much abound.\\nOr perchance a beam is found.\\nGiving it a cloudy hue,\\nYery much like quaker color.\\nWhere the pigs roam at pleasure^\\nIn the street and in the lanes.\\nGrunting at you as you pass them,\\n36", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0046.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "GATHEKKD BY THE COLORED PEOPLE.", "height": "3413", "width": "2167", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0047.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "Rooting neath the garden fence,\\nEntering often unawares,\\nDigging all your choicest plants.\\nEating what you prize the most.\\nWhere you see the tree Magnolia,\\nWith its large leaf thick and shining.\\nWith its leaf of evergreen.\\nWith its white and fragrant blossom.\\nShowering sweetness all around.\\nWhere the Holly tree is found,\\nWith its varnished leaf also,\\nWith its prickly pointed leaves.\\nAnd its berries of bright red.\\nAnd the mistletoe dependent.\\nFrom the antique, dying trees,\\nDrawing life from out the dying,\\nLooking fresh through all the season.\\nServes us well our rooms to garnish.\\nFor the merry Christmas days.\\nShall I tell you of the people,\\nOf the whites and of the blacks.\\nAnd all the shades that intervene.\\nHow they all tobacco use.\\nPuffing smoke where er they go.\\nSpitting pools of liquid poison.\\nTaking snuff by means of suction\\nFrom the ends of sharpened sticks?\\nNeed I tell you that they reckon,\\nAnd at times they disremember,\\nAnd they meet you with a how-dy,\\n38", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0048.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "And quite oft they are mighty weak,\\nAnd then again they are right smart,\\nOr the weather is right cold,\\nThat the children have a paw,\\nThat they also have a maw,\\nFor their relatives parental?\\nBut to tell you all I cannot.\\nOf the rare things of the south.\\nOf the things that are quite lovely,\\nOf the things that vex the Yankee,\\nOr that give him great delight,\\nThings that meet one everywhere.\\nWhen they cross the line of Dixon.\\nNashville, Tenn., Feb., 1870.\\nANGEL VISITS.\\nAn angel came to us by night,\\nWith wings all spread, and garments white,\\nHe came, we trembled at the sight,\\nTrembled for one, our household light.\\nThough short his stay our hearts he tore,\\nAs soaring from our reach above.\\nUpward our darling boy he bore.\\nFrom earthly home, and parents love.\\ntP 7? T? -yr tP\\nAgain the angel came to us,\\nAnd rent our anguished hearts anew,\\nHe came, and at the eveninsj s hush.\\nAnother took, from our number few.\\n39", "height": "3413", "width": "2167", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0049.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "But can a circle broken be,\\nThat expanding enters heaven?\\nTransplanted there our children see,\\nGlorious life to them is given.\\nThere in genial clime they ll flourish.\\nGrowing in wisdom, perfect love;\\nStill for us affection cherish,\\nDrawing us to Heaven above.\\nHushed, oh! hushed, then be all mourning,\\nSince with the Savior they are blest.\\nAnd our faith beholds them waiting\\nTo greet us, to that land of rest.\\nReading, Mass., 1871,\\n[To a Young Married Coviple.]\\nLooking from my window yesterday morn.\\nThe earth I beheld as a bride, adorned\\nEach tree, shrub, and flower were dressed in\\nwhite\\nAnd all imperfections were out of sight\\nThe snow so silently had fallen down,\\nFilling each nook, and covering the ground.\\nThat quite unawares the robing ^v^as done.\\nAnd from the blue sky, shone forth the bright sun.\\nAnd thus, methought I, comes love to the heart.\\nUnsought, unheeded, its joys it imparts.\\nIt envelopes the form, and robes with grace\\nThe awkward figure, or the plainest face\\n40", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0050.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "And those that by nature, with beauty are blessed,\\nTrue love will adorn, more than art, or dress\\nIt softens all blemish, with patience bears\\nThe freaks, and follies, humanity heirs.\\nTo the bride and groom of yesterday night.\\nWe wish this love, your pathway to light\\nTwill soften life s trials, its joys increase.\\nEncircling your home with sunshine and peace.\\nAnd thus as the seasons pass on and o er.\\nYour affection will strengthen more and more,\\nAnd since from sorrow none here are free,\\nMay yours, by tender mercy, tempered be.\\nMaple Cottage,\\nReading, Mass.\\nTHE PASTOR S RIDE.\\nTwas a lovely day for winter.\\nThe air so soft and mild,\\nAnd there being naught to hinder.\\nThe Pastor took a ride.\\nAnd what was quite unusual.\\nThe fair Priscilla went,\\nTheir happiness was mutual.\\nFor love its presence lent.\\nThe sleighing, it was very fine,\\nThough what cared they for that\\nNor heeded they how sped the time.\\nSince they with each could chat.\\n41", "height": "3413", "width": "2167", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0051.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "As on they went with merry glide,\\nHe thought, how nice twould be,\\nTo have her ever by ray side,\\nA loving wife to be.\\nSo when again they crossed a bridge,\\n(For several lay that way,)\\nHe took the time when on a ridge.\\nThe lover s words to say.\\nThen she with honest truth replied,\\nWith you to live were bliss.\\nHe pressed her closely to his side.\\nAnd on her lips a kiss.\\n[To the Social Readers Circle, of Reading.]\\nWhere the hills of Hampden tower,\\nTowering toward the ether blue.\\nClothed with varied colored verdure,\\nTouched with gold at sunset view\\nWhere the waters of the Quaboag,\\nCoiling, wind the valley through.\\nThere, on what is called Mt. Bunyan,\\nPartly up its rugged height.\\nWhere the air is pure and bracing,\\nWhere the view is quite enchanting,\\nOverlooking all the valley.\\nAnd the village known as Palmer,\\nWhere the railroads form a junction,\\nBranching to the north and southward,\\n42", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0052.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "Clasping hands with east and west;\\nThere upon this Mt. of Bunyan,\\nIn the town of ancient Monson,\\nStands a mansion nobly grand,\\nWith its stories four in number,\\nWith its wings to right and left\\nTurning backward, then again,\\nCircling nearly round a square\\nWith its rooms so large and airy.\\nWith its halls so broad and lengthy,,\\nWith its chapel so commodious,\\nWith its school-rooms six in number.\\nWith its hospital for sickness.\\nWith its office and its shops.\\nWhere the children recreate,\\nWith its lawns of velvet green\\nShaded by the elm and maple.\\nHere the State have formed a school,.\\nFor the children of the poor\\nThose, who have no homes to live in.\\nThose, who yielding to temptation.\\nAnd committing slight offences,\\nHere are sent to dwell awhile\\nIn this Primary School of State.\\nHere, they find both home and friends,,\\nFind a hand to help them onward.\\nOnward, up the hill of science.\\nOnward, up the ladder moral.\\nOnward, till they reach the summit.\\nAnd here they study, work, and play^\\n43", "height": "3413", "width": "2167", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0053.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "JMuch as children elsewhere do,\\nWhile the teachers, eight in number,\\nFinding soil that needs much culture,\\nSoil that s rough, and soil quite shallow.\\nSoil that s hopeful for the future.\\nSow the seed broadcast and plenty.\\nKnowing not who ll reap the harvest.\\nHere, I m tarrying for a while\\nAnd my friends, The Social Readers,\\n-As you meet with members many.\\nHere and there, in each one s dw^elling.\\nSlighting none who kindly ask you,\\nI here send my greetings to you,\\nPraying that you slight me not\\nBut my compliments receiving.\\nIn the pleasant month of June,\\nMonth of pinks and roses fragrant,\\nOather in the parlors ample.\\nOf the Primary School of State,\\nOn the mountain known as Bunyan,\\nNear the Palmer railroad station.\\nEast of Springfield fifteen miles.\\nThere to meet your friend and member.\\nMONSON, Mass, June 1st, 1872.\\n[On the Rededication of a Church.]\\nBehold our church renewed\\nIts walls of modest hue,\\nA pleasant place.\\n44", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0054.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "And as we gathei- here,\\nTo gain from Pastor dear,\\nGood words of Gospel cheer,.\\nLord, Give us grace\\nWith gratitude we meet.\\nAround this mercy seat,\\nFather, draw near!\\nHear Thou, our joyful lays.\\nAccept our heartfelt praise.\\nFor guidance in Thy ways\\nThrough all the years^\\nAnd may the future be.\\nBlessed by Thy grace so free,\\nSmile from above!\\nTo doubting souls give light.\\nHere may Thy cause shine bright,,\\nKept ever by Thy might.\\nFather of love.\\nDISREGARDED BLESSINGS.\\nThrough verdant fields I roamed one day,.\\nTo gather flowers methought;\\nThe modest bloom along the way,\\nThe air with fragrance fraught.\\nThough fair the blossoms at my feet,,\\nTo pluck I waited still.\\nFor should I not abundance meet\\nMy hands at once to fill?\\n45", "height": "3413", "width": "2167", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0055.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "And scorning thus to pluck but one,\\nI wandered long that day,\\nAnd failed to have by set of sun,\\nThe much desired bouquet.\\nBut she who walked my side along,\\nThe ver}^ path with me,\\nWhose heart attuned with grateful song.\\nCould common blessings see.\\nSlighted not the humblest flower.\\nBut gathered one by one\\nAnd thus when came the evening hour,\\nHer hands with bloom o er run.\\nFrom this would I a lesson glean,\\nGod s blessings strew our way,\\nThough singly they but trifles seem,\\nUnited, a bouquet.\\nAccept each then with thankful heart,\\nN or wait for showers of love,\\nEach humble gift will joy impart.\\nFore-taste of life above.\\nMonso:n, 1873.\\nIBirthday Lines Addressed to a Gentleman who Fifty Years Old\\nwas Not Willing to Tell His Age.]\\nAs seventy years their course have run,\\nSince first your eyes beheld the sun.\\nYour friends would join and reverence pay.\\nIn celebrating your birthday.\\n46", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0056.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "The Muse would join the happy throng,\\nAnd with her voice the strain prolong,\\nWishing you in a tuneful lay,\\nMany recurrences of the day,\\nHoping as the years roll on and o er.\\nYou ll gain in wisdom more and more.\\nAnd when to seventy you add a score.\\nOh then, deny your age no more.\\nMOKSON, 1873.\\nA VISIT TO ROCHESTER, N. Y.\\nIn the lovely days of autumn.\\nWhen the leaves were golden tinged.\\nWhen the leaves were bright as scarlet,\\nFor the frost breath had been roaming.\\nTouching all the foliage green.\\nTouching lightly the bright blossoms,\\nPainting all the forest trees,\\nPainting them in rainbow hues.\\nTeaching them to close their portals.\\nEre Old Boreas grim and stern.\\nBound them in his icy fold.\\nWhen the summer, young and blooming.\\nSummoned was to quit her stay.\\nAnd regretting that the mandate\\nThough so stern, she must obey.\\nQuite reluctant halted, lingered.\\nCoquetting coyed with winter gray.\\nThen returning, backward sent\\nO er the earth her gentle breath,\\n47", "height": "3370", "width": "2199", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0057.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "Softening all the chilly blast,\\nTill the air grew soft and mellow,\\nForming thus the Indian summer.\\nIn these lovely days of autumn.\\nCome I to the forest city,\\nCity of the wheaten mills,\\nCitj neat, with home-like dwellings.\\nWith their gardens all around them.\\nNeatly kept and bright with flowers\\nCity through which flows a river,\\nKiveV known as Muddy water,\\nRiver known as Genesee,\\nFlows and falls right through the city\\nOn its banks are many mills.\\nMills of stone where wheat is ground,\\nMills whose flour is famed around.\\nMills that worked are, by the water.\\nWaters of the Genesee,\\nAs it floweth to the ocean.\\nThrough the Lake Ontario.\\nHere came I one day in autumn,\\nTurning entered street St. Paul,\\nPassed the old stone church St. Paul,\\nPaused before a noble dwelling.\\nHome of the Clarkson family.\\nDwelling shaded by ancient trees.\\nPointing skyward were their branches\\nPointing high above the dwelling.\\nAnd the fruit trees rich were laden,\\nLaden with the fruit of autumn,\\n48", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0058.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "And the gi-apevine covered arbor,\\nHeavy hung with chisters rare,\\nAnd the sunbeams stealing in,\\nFlung their fragrance far and near.\\nDotted was the lawn with flowers,\\nFlowers bright with autumn tints\\nHanging baskets graced the portals,\\nCreeping vines the posts entwined.\\nSinging birds gave forth their music.\\nTrilling sweetly notes of cheer.\\nIn this spot so like an Eden,\\nTarried I, kind friends among.\\nTarrying, rested from my labors.\\nChatted with the pleasant people.\\nRead the authors old and young,\\nCroquetting strolled about the lawn,\\nDrove around the suburbs fair.\\nStrayed the pleasant walks among\\nClimbed the winding stair to tower.\\nPowers tower ascending high.\\nGazing far beheld the city.\\nCity hid among forest trees\\nO erlooked church spires towering high,,.\\nGazed w^ithin each comic mirror.\\nAdmiring gazed on beauty rare\\nRowed with friends upon the river.\\nDreaming rowed I down the river.\\nRiver of the Genesee,\\nCalled by Indians, Muddy water.\\nGathered leaves of autumn dye,\\n49", "height": "3381", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0059.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "Gathered memories long to last,\\nMemories of those autumn days.\\nPleasant was my stay in R.,\\nPleasant all the hours there spent.\\nPleasant was the journey homeward,\\nPleasant memories brought I back.\\nMo SO 1874.\\nPARTING THOUGHTS.\\n[To Sister Teachers of the State Primary School of Monson,Mas3.]\\nWe friends have met.\\nLike ships upon the sea,\\nWho hold an hour s converse,\\nOne little hour, so short, so sweet,\\nAnd then away they speed on lonely pat^s\\nTo meet no more.\\nVoyaging o er life s surging stream,\\nOur barks were brought together;\\nFloated awhile Avith naught between.\\nThrough changing tide and weather.\\nHailing each with friendly greeting,\\nPleasantly we sailed aside,\\nStronger feeling for the meeting,\\nHelping each to stem the tide.\\nBut now our paths diverging tack.\\nThe haven s hid from eye.\\nOnce bound for that we turn not back.\\nThough breaking waves dash high.\\n50", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0060.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "1874\\nAs on our course we forward speed,\\nThrough changing tide and wind,\\nKemembrance will often heed,\\nThe pleasures left behind.\\nWe ll not regretful for them pine.\\nFor, like the flowers past.\\nThey shed their perfume in their time.\\nAnd still the fragrance lasts.\\nAnd should their memory serve to light.\\nSome future shady hour.\\nWe ll view them as a blessing bright\\nOft seek their magic power.\\nAnd should we not together meet.\\nThis side the peaceful shore;\\nThere may we each, the other greet.\\nWhere parting comes no more.\\nWORKING FOR THE LORD.\\nGo work today, the Master said,\\nWork in my vineyard all\\nLord by Thy Holy Spirit led,\\nWe would obey Thy call.\\nSomething to do Thou hast for each.\\nThen who may idle stand.\\nSince perishing souls are in our reach,\\nNear, and in distant land?\\n51", "height": "3381", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0061.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "Tig not for all to cross the sea,\\nAnd leave their friends most dear.\\nBut here at home for you and me,\\nDoth work enough appear.\\nLike those of old, we may uphold^\\nThe hands of those that strive\\nTo bring within the Savior s fold.\\nSouls brought by love divine.\\nThen sisters, let us work and pray.\\nThough few we are and weak,\\nIf willing we our offering lay,\\nA blessing it will meet.\\n[Lines to a Friend Accompanying a Silver Mustard-cup.}\\nMy friend, when you the mustard mix,\\nWithin this little cup.\\nJust think of her who gave it you,\\nWho oft with you did sup.\\nAnd may the mustard of your life.\\nBe all within the cup.\\nRather than in your temper, dear,\\nContention to stir up.\\n[To Mr. and Mrs. Andrew Howes on their Twenty-fiftla Wedding:\\nAnniversary. July 29tli, 1874.]\\nKetrospecting with Father Time,\\nAs we oft like to do,\\n52", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0062.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "We pause to vievN- in forty-nine,\\nA pair of lovers true.\\nWho, thinking tis but half of life,\\nTo scale its steeps ai art,\\nllesolved to share the one hand strife,\\nBy joining hand and heart.\\nAnd so, my friends, you early wed.\\nAs all wise lovers do,\\nAnd through these many years have led,\\nA constant life and true.\\nAnd now behold in seventy-four,\\nVour wed ling-day recurring,\\nou o|)e to friends your cottage door,\\nTo honor silver-wedding.\\nNot alone in pialc is silver found,\\nHut, on the brow o eispreading.\\nAnd e en your love is silver crowned,\\nl y years of mutual blending.\\nC hil(b-en you ve welcomed, (Uie by one,\\nTill six we count tonight;\\nOf daughters three, an l three of sons,\\nYour hearts and home to light.\\nAnd chihlren s children, one at least,\\nWith merry i)rattling song,\\nA little Ivobin here we meet.\\nOh! may her life be long.\\n(They are, we trust, well governed all,\\nSince laws the father makes,\\n53", "height": "3381", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0063.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "For in the Legislative Hall,\\nHis seat has been of late.\\nStanding firm for reformation,\\nIn all its means and ways;\\nFemale suffrage, prohibition,\\nNe er from him received a nay.\\nNow as Old Time his curcuit runs,\\nThis date recurring often,\\nPeacefully may your days glide on,\\nReaching the wedding golden.\\n-[Hymn written for and sung at the Installation of Rev. J K.\\nEAver, as Pastor of Salem Street Baptist Church.\\nReading:, Mass. Sept. 9th, 1874.]\\nOur Father draw Thou near.\\nTo bless Thy people here\\nOur Pastor bless\\nFill Thou his heart with light.\\nDirect him by Thy might.\\nTo lead these souls aright.\\nIn righteousness.\\nMay all united be,\\nWilling to work with Thee,\\nThy name to praise.\\nFather, this church increase,\\nFrom sin all souls release,\\nEver to live in peace.\\nThrough endless days.\\nOh, may the future be\\nBlessed by Thy grace so free,\\n54", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0064.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "Smile from above\\nOn this relation new,\\nMay flock, and shepherd, too.\\nTheir vows with Thee renew.\\nKept by Thy love.\\n[To Mr. and Mrs. D. H. Wadlin on their Twenty-fifth Weddino^\\nAnniversary. Sept. r2th, 1874.]\\nCenturies have their cycles run.\\nSince wedded love was given\\nTo bless the life of msfn below,\\nA sweet foretaste of heaven.\\nOne fourth a century you have proved,\\nThe richness of this love;\\nAnd looking through the vista passed.\\nWonder they have gone so soon.\\nEach added year has deepened love.\\nProving the union wise;\\nBehold these children with you here,\\nA pledge of wedded ties.\\nFlowers along your path have sprung,\\nDiffusing fragrance rare;\\nWhat though a thorn at times appeared.\\nThe rose was passing fair.\\nThus, mid flowers and blessings bright,\\nMay future years go on;\\nAnd love grow perfect as the sands\\nFrom out life s glass shall run.\\n55", "height": "3381", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0065.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "A WELCOJVIE TO OUR PASTOR REV. J. K. E.\\nServant of God we welcome thee\\nTo dwell our midst among;\\nOur hearts and homes we open free,\\nAnd warmly bid thee come.\\nWe meet thee on the christian ground\\nOf flock and pastor dear;\\nMay christian love alway abound,\\nWith trust our hearts to cheer.\\nDispensing thee, the living bread,\\nAs found in Holy Writ,\\nMaj^ precious souls to Christ be led.\\nBeneath His smile to sit.\\nThy hands by prayer we would uphold,\\nAnd praying work wdth thee\\nIn union there is power untold.\\nMay ours be strong with thee.\\nAnd may the union long endure.\\nBlessed by the love divine.\\nHis presence will all good ensure,\\nThe gold from dross refine.\\nIIEADIXC4, Mas.s., Sept. 1874.\\nHIGHER LIFE\u00e2\u0080\u0094 A SIMILE.\\nWithin the narrow bounds his cage\\nDid limit, an eagle dwelt long years\\n56", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0066.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "Confined he d been within its range,\\nHis strength unused; the power great\\nInborn in him to soar and rise\\nAbove mere common things in life,\\nHad dormant lain through all these years.\\nVain w^ere to him those pinions broad,\\nAnd useless, aimless, his fettered life.\\nHis untamed nature chafed the power\\nWhich held him prisoner.\\nThus time went on,\\nAt last a hand unloosed the confine\\nOf his cage, and bade him go forth free.\\nForth from his prison with timid, cautious\\nJoy he steps, uncertain of the strength\\nWhich had idle lain so long. His wings\\nTo action quite unused he stretched out\\nTremblingly at first, repeating oft\\nThe motion till at last the dormant\\nPower revives through vein and sinew\\nNew life thrills, and courage coming\\nWith each attempt now bold he grows,\\nAnd with a yearning strong for higher life,\\nFixes his eager eye on heights above.\\nAnd with a steady purpose upward soars.\\nSoaring up, and up, and upward still,\\nStronger growing as he upward soars;\\nAt last, mid clouds is lost to sight\\nAbove the clouds soars strong and free\\nExulting in his liberty.", "height": "3381", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0067.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "Thus man, by God created, in His\\nImage made, with noble power blest,\\nTo earth by sin is pinioned,\\nTalents inborn in him, his God\\nTo glority, dormant lie.\\nLove, which should the world embrace,.\\nIs stinted to a selfish bound:\\nAnd where freedom should exist\\nIs narrowness of mind. Where peace\\nAnd harmony should dwell, restless\\nDiscontent the spirit chafes.\\nWith longings unattained his life\\nGoes on, till by the Spirit touched.\\nHis bonds are loosed a new life dawns,.\\nPowers long slumbering revive.\\nThe world so full of light and love\\nA new creation seems, and he\\nA different being. His shackles\\nFallen, with timid joy he tries\\nHis strength to reach a higher plane.\\nAnd finds but weakness. Persisting\\nIn the effort latent force returns.\\nWhich using, that, is multiplied.\\nAnd so he upward goes, upward.\\nUpward, aiming higher still\\nAnd thus by strength God given.\\nRising above life s common things\\nLeaves the clouds which long had o er\\nHim hung their lowering brow,\\nAbove the clouds soars strong and free\\nExulting in the peace of God.\\nDecember 1874.\\n58", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0068.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "THE FISHERMEN.\\nOn the lake, the men all night had toiled,\\nAnd taken nothing, weary in body.\\nAnd sick at heart, they approached the shore.\\nPressed by the multitude the word to hear,\\nThe Savior sought the ship, and putting\\nOut from land, the listening people taught.\\nEnding His lesson. He to Simon spake\\nLaunch out into the deep, your nets let down\\nObedient to the Savior s voice.\\nThough all night they d toiled and taken nothing.\\nInto deep waters launched they forth, the net\\nLet down. No sooner was this done, than, lo\\nThe multitude of fishes the net did break.\\nAs then with Simon, so now with us,\\nThe Savior present is and He bids us\\nLaunch out; into deep waters send our nets.\\nThough we, weary and sick with all night toil,\\nFain would our nets forsake, the oars lay down,\\nLike Simon, hearing the dear Master s voice,\\nMay well reply with faith and courage new\\nAt Thy word we will let down the nets.\\nAnd lo fishers of men we may become.\\nPrecious souls save, and our Lord glorify.\\n[To the Ladies of the Baptist hurch in Behalf of the Women Si\\nMissionary Society,]\\nI will tell you if you ll listen.\\nOf our Women s Mission Circle,\\n59", "height": "3381", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0069.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "How it was formed a year ago,\\nFormed to help the heathen women,\\nWomen living in heathen land.\\nLiving there in utter darkness,\\nLiving there despised, degraded\\nKnowing naught of God who made them.\\nKnowing naught of Christ who loves them.\\nKnowing naught of Christian life,\\nLiving scarce above the b^rutes.\\nAnd such as these, we should have been,\\nWithout the light of Gospel Truth,\\nAVithout the foolishness of preaching.\\nWith these blessings all around us.\\nBlessings free for all to share,\\nFreeing us from slavish passions.\\nLifting us to Christian lives.\\nFitting us for bliss eternal.\\nCan we, dare we, refuse our aid\\nThus to help our heathen sisters,\\nGive to them the Gospel teachings,\\nRaise them from a life degraded.\\nFit them for a life eternal?\\nSmall the offering we would ask,\\n(^nly two cents from each weekly.\\nTwo cents weekly throughout the year,\\nAnd then a dollar will appear.\\nBut methinks I hear one say,\\nEvery cent at home is needed.\\nTimes are hard and money scarce,\\nSure we ve naught to give the heathen.\\n60", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0070.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "Listen now to Christ s own teachings\\nTeaching full of love and promise\\nThy bread upon the water cast\\nTo find it after many days,\\nGive, and to you shall be given,\\nMeasure full, pressed down, running o er\\nSell that ye have and give alms,\\nThus in heaven your treasure lay.\\nAnd when the ruler came to Christ\\nThe way to life eternal asked.\\nWith tender feeling Christ replied\\nSell all thou hast, give to the poor.\\nAlas sorrowing he went away\\nFor great were his possessions.\\nLet none of us thus turn away.\\nAway from the Christ our Savior,\\nAnd thus refuse the blessing sought,\\nThrough love of worldly treasure.\\nBut rather let us bring our goods.\\nAccording as God has blest us\\nThe widow s mite accepted is\\nAlike with the rich man s bounty.\\nShould these younger sisters ask me,.\\nHow they from weekly earnings small.\\nFor the heathen aught can offer?\\nI would thus my answer give them\\nWear on your dress one ruflle less,\\nYour hat without a feather\\nNo ribbon crown your head of hair\\nNo gew-gaws deck your person,\\n61", "height": "3381", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0071.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "No candy pass your lips between.\\nWith these few rules quite strictly kept,\\nThroughout the year now opening,\\nYou ll find, my friends, I m quite assured,\\nMore than the two cents ready.\\nAnd for each sacrifice you make\\nA blessing will surely follow.\\n1875.\\nWRITTEN FOR A MARRIAGE RECEPTION.\\nHow incomplete was God s great work.\\nTill wedded love was given\\nTo bless the life of man below,\\nA sweet foretaste of Heaven.\\nHis wisdom saw it was not good\\nFor man alone to be.\\nSo crowned His own creative work\\nBy woman, fair was she.\\nTwas at a marriage that the Christ,\\nWhen wine in vain was sought.\\nHonored the rite by power divine,\\nHis first great miracle wrought.\\nOh, happy marriage! blessed indeed\\nBy presence from above\\nOh! sacred rite, supremely blest\\nBy God s own Son of love.\\nAnd is He not with us this eve,\\nTo bless this couple here?\\n62", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0072.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "Surely as at the Can a feast,\\nThough unseen He is here.\\nYes, He will bless your marriage vows.\\nWitnessed by Him above;\\nHis benediction fills your cup\\nWith wine of Holy love.\\nShould passing shade flit o er your sky.\\nHis love the cloud will line;\\nAnd thus the shade will seem to make\\nThe sun more brightly shine.\\nNow, as you ve launched your wedded bark\\nTo stem the tide together.\\nHis watchful hand the helm will guide\\nSecurely, through all weather.\\nWith such a pilot at the helm.\\nThough unseen be the haven.\\nTriumphantly the waves you ll ride\\nTill anchored safe in Heaven.\\nSept. 1875.\\n,Hymn Sung at the Dedication of Centennial Hall, Nashville,\\nTenn.]\\nOur Father and our Lord,\\nWe would with one accord.\\nThy presence seek.\\nGiver of Liberty\\nWe dedicate to Thee\\nThis building, let it be\\nThy mercy seat.\\n63", "height": "3381", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0073.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "Long may this structure stand.\\nAn honor to our land\\nAnd Thee above.\\nHere Father show Thy face,\\nKept ever by Thy grace\\nO Lord, of love.\\nOur hearts with joy o er run,\\nFor all Thy love has done,\\nOh, heavenly Friend.\\nWe ll praise Thee for the past.\\nWe ll trust Thee to the last,\\nThy hand hold firm and fast,\\nEven to the end.\\nSept.. 1876.\\nA LESSON FROM A CHILD.\\nWhile musing in my room alone.\\nThe day s toil scarce begun,\\nI thought how little seed I d sown,\\nWhat feeble work I d done.\\nHow little that my Father kind.\\nCould love to look upon;\\nHow little there that He could find\\nTo merit His, Well done.\\nAnd yet I knew with zeal I tried,\\nMy talent to increase;\\nO er frequent errors oft had sighed^\\nAnd from them sought release,\\n64", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0074.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "When bounding to my side just then,\\nWith eyes of heavenly blue,\\nCame darling, loving, little Nell,\\nWith flowers of varied hue.\\nOh, see the blossoms I have brought,.\\nAll sparkling fresh with dew\\nOver the hill and vale I sought.\\nAnd plucked each one for you.\\nMy darling I drew to my heart,\\nHer face with joy was beaming,\\nI knew her young and artless hearty.\\nWith love for me was teeming.\\nSo the gift she brought to me,\\nI took with tender heed\\nWhat matter that they proved to be^,\\nNothing but common weeds\\nTwas the best the child could do,\\nWithin her narrow sphere;\\nThe simple act of love so true.\\nTaught me a lesson here.\\nTis thus our Father from above,\\nReading our motives clear.\\nAccepts our feeble acts of love,\\nThough seeming worthless here\\nIf doing them we do our best.\\nThough crude and common all;\\nBut trusting God we in Him rest\\nObey His humblest call.\\nPSOYIDENCE, R. I., Sept., 76.\\n65", "height": "3381", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0075.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "GIVING.\\nRicliest blessings daily meet us\\nFrom the hand of love above,\\nFalling in abundant measure,\\nOn the creatures of His love.\\nClothing the earth with beauty fair.\\nFreely the sun gives heat and light;\\nMoon and stars though feebler far,\\nScatter the darkness of the night.\\nRefrain.\\nBe not weary then in giving,\\nGiving as the Lord doth give.\\nGiving freely of our living,\\nGive for Him, then with Him live.\\nSinging birds give forth their music.\\nJoyful in the light of day,\\nSweetest flowers lend their fragrance,\\nWhile their beauty cheers our way;\\nEarth of its abundance yielding.\\nGives alike of good to all,\\nSowing freely in the spring-time.\\nYou a harvest reap in fall.\\nSurely man by grace endowed.\\nGiving may not stay his hand.\\nJustly as the Lord has dealt.\\nScatter broadcast o er the land.\\nOf your prayers and alms, oh! give,\\nFreely give of charity,", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0076.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "Words of love and courage give;\\nDoing all in purity.\\n1877.\\nMEMORIAL HYMN.\\nA nation pauses this spring-day,\\nStays for a while its wheels of toil,\\nReverently its gift to lay,\\nOti the dear graves in honored soil.\\nWe love this tribute thus to bring.\\nIn memory of our heroes gone;\\nLong as we live, we fain would sing.\\nTheir loyal deeds m grateful song.\\nThey nobly for our country fought.\\nAnd for our country, bravely fell;\\nThe blessings that their labor wrought,\\nNations unborn will love to tell.\\nWe honor not alone the dead\\nBut all, who loved our country true;\\nAnd for it fought, and willing bled.\\nWe honor all, The boys in blue.\\nAnd we will prize this freedom dear,\\nFreedom by precious blood twice bought.\\nOur fathers blood was shed once here;\\nWe thank the Lord for what He s wrought.\\nAs year by year we wend our way.\\nEach soldier s green turf grave bedecking,\\n67", "height": "3381", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0077.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "We find that each Memorial Day,\\nBrings new ones to our careful reckoning.\\nDirecting us there meets our view,\\n(Its sacred vigil constant keeping,)\\nThe banner dear, red, white and blue.\\nWhere patriot sons lie silent, sleeping.\\nAnd thus our ranks are thinning fast,\\nAs one by one, is bidden Home\\nAnd soon the reaping will be past.\\nFull well we know that time must come.\\n1877.\\n[To Miss E. R., a Member of the Social Readers on her Fiftieth\\nBirthday. July 16th, 1877.\\nIn Dorchester, Mass., that good old town,\\nWhose fame is known the country round,\\nI m told, my friend, that you were born,\\nThough I know not was it night or morn\\nOr, what your previous form had been.\\nWhether ape, or bird, care not a pin;\\nTurning rather to the fifty years.\\nSince you became a biped here;\\nAnd from a wee infant grew apace,\\nAs others do of the human race;\\nThrough teething, measles, and the mumps,\\nYou passed in safety, including bumps.\\nYour childish freaks, you had no doubt,\\nAnd now and then, indulged in pouts", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0078.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "But all things pass away, away,\\nAnd so, did these, and childhood days.\\nAnd then to teach the young idea\\nIn Slab City you had no fear;\\nBut next we find you in a store.\\nDisplaying goods, instead of lore.\\nAnother move, and a change of State,\\nWhere wooden nutmegs grew of late;\\nWhat freaks of fortune and of fate.\\nBefell you there, I ll not relate,\\nAnd why you did not choose to mate,\\nIs not my business, any rate.\\nBut shortly to this town you came,\\nAnd set up business in the same;\\nLo, here a wonder shows itself.\\nThat 3^ou ve not lacked the sordid pelf\\nThrough all these twenty years and more,\\nTo pay your debts and something more;\\nYour note has ne er protested, been\\nBecause you failed to have the tin;\\nBut through the ups and downs of trade,\\nYou ve kept along, about the same.\\nFor reasons good, I know not what.\\nTo be a woman was your lot;\\nThus the privilege you never had,\\nTo cast your vote for good or bad.\\nAnd for the State ne er held an office,\\nThough in that line you are no novice,\\nAs many here can witness bear\\nIn private life you ve had your share", "height": "3381", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0079.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "Director, Vice, President, too,\\nAnd always zealous proved and true.\\nWith Liberal Ladies you have worked,\\nAnd from your duty never shirked.\\nNo reading-band was quite complete.\\nWhen you filled not the critic s seat.\\nIn heat, in cold, by moonlight bright.\\nIn mud, in slosh, the darkest night\\nYou bent you steps, now here, now there.\\nTo read and hear thoughts new and rare.\\nAnother wonder I will show.\\nThat you are willing all should know\\nYour age it s that which brought us here,\\nTo celebrate your fiftieth year.\\nThrough all these years a maiden free,\\nBv your own choice you ve dared to be,\\nProving that alone to walk life s path,\\nThan ill-mated be, is better by half.\\nNow, when you to the nineties come.\\nWe hope to meet you in your home,\\nA palatial mansion on Lake Yiew,\\nWhere your friends will gather not a few,\\nTo celebrate once more the day.\\nWhen you, my friend, first came this way.\\nNow Emily, as your friends, we\\nA little offering bring,\\nA letter we have writ, you see,\\nTis but a trifling thing,\\n70", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0080.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "And yet when you have conned it o er,\\nAnd learned each secret hid,\\nPerhaps my friend, you ll ask for more,\\nAs Oliver Twist once did.\\nJust how this secret to invest,\\nI ll answer for us all,\\n(That on the subject you may rest;)\\nGo buy an India shawl,\\nOr, if your taxes are unpaid,\\nA heavy weight to bear.\\nTo cancel them be not afraid.\\nAnd thus relieve a care.\\nOr, would you like a trip to take.\\nTo gain new strength, you know.\\nTo sea-side, mountain, or the lake.\\nJust take this note and go.\\nOr, would you rather let it be.\\nAgainst your wedding tour.\\nTo that we gladly will agree,\\nAnd wish you joy, I m sure.\\nWRITTEN FOR A SILVER WEDDING.\\nLike halting places on a toilsome road.\\nThese anniversaries are;\\nWhere, pausing we throw off our customed load,\\nAnd gazing down the vista far.\\nReviewing all the past, new courage gain.\\nTo help us on o er hill, and pleasant plain.\\n71", "height": "3381", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0081.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "Thu8 you, my friends, through five and twenty years\\nOf wedded life, look back tonight,\\nAnd record make of joys, as well as tears,\\nThough clouds anon o er cast the light.\\nThrough darkness broke the sun in God s own\\ntime.\\nAnd after storm brighter seemed the sunshine.\\nMong the toilers you early found your place,\\nAnd reaching out to those around.\\nHave sought to help your neighbor in the race.\\nWhere heavenly comfort you have found;\\nThus working, your own souls have nobler been,\\nAnd holy joy and peace have reigned within.\\nNow looking onward from your stand tonight.\\nWith hearts enlarged and full of love,\\nHopefully you gaze with pure delight\\nBeyond the mist, to that home above.\\nWhere after life s work, you may sweetly rest,\\nAnd live the perfect life among the blest.\\n[Lines Written for and read at the Thirteenth Reunion of the\\nMass. 21st Regiment. 1877.]\\nHo! veterans of the twenty-first,\\nWe gladly come today,\\nTo spend an hour of social mirth\\nAnd bring our humble lay;\\nThe Muse is proud to meet with you,\\nAnd willing lends her hand,\\n72", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0082.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "To cheer with words of valor true,\\nThe heroes of our land.\\nDearer grown is our country fair,\\nSince by your arms defended;\\nAnd rich the blessings and more rare,\\nWhile love and hope are blended.\\nWe would not fight old battles o er,\\nBut let them buried be,\\nFrom scenes of war and cannons roar.\\nMay we be ever free.\\nSince all our land of i3eace can tell.\\nOur hearts with joy o erflow.\\nThe darkened past we ll blot out well,\\nAnd naught but good will sow,\\nSince bloody war we wage not now.\\nWe ll wage the war with sin.\\nTill to the truth all else shall bow.\\nAnd love shall dwell within.\\nThat in the future we may be,\\nA nation strong and pure.\\nAnd this the heritage shall be.\\nTo all who may endure\\n^o north, or south, no east or west,\\nOh! then the victory!\\nA country grand, supremely blest,\\nA future noble, free.\\n[To Mr. D. H. W. on His Fifty-eighth Birthday.]\\nThrough our kind Father s love and care,\\nLife s wondrous threads, so frail and fair,\\n73", "height": "3381", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0083.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "To each of us are given\\nAnd artless hands the shuttles ply,\\nTo weave a web that ne er will die,\\nProgressing e en in Heaven.\\nSometimes when passions stir the soul,.\\nOr waves of trouble o er it roll,\\nUnsightly flaws appear;\\nThen gaining skill as we go on.\\nThe wool and warp more smoothly run,,\\nThe tangles disappear.\\nFor eight and fifty years, my friend,\\nWeaving this web of life you ve been.\\nBy love and duty led;\\nWhen unskilled hands the shuttles plied,.\\nHow often, often, have you sighed.\\nSeeing the tangled threads.\\nThen with the past before your view.\\nYou wove again, with courage new,\\nA better work to do\\nBy patient care, with help Divine,\\nThe texture grew then, smooth and fine.\\nThe tracings far more true.\\nNow with hands made strong and willing^\\nFill the rest with a golden filling\\nFor all eternity\\nFor the weaving here will soon be o er,,\\nContinuing on the other shore.\\nPerfected there to be.\\n1878.\\n74", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0084.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "MEMORIAL HYMI^. May 1878.\\nOur honored dead! again we come,\\nTheir memories fresh to keep\\nAgain our floral offerings bring,\\nTo strew the graves wherein they sleep.\\nThough simple as the act may seem,\\nTis a tribute from the heart.\\nTo our country s cherished martyrs.\\nWho for freedom, bore their part.\\nFresh as these blooms, our love remains,\\nWhile years have onward rolled;\\nSw^eet as these blooms, the memory dear,.\\nOf our heroes still we hold.\\nAs yearly to this spot we come,\\nOur loyal love attesting.\\nWe learn how priceless was the work,\\nOf those who here are resting.\\nOur honored dead, their work is done,\\nWhile ours is yet to do\\nThey fought the A\\\\^ar of blood and strife^\\nAnd won the victory too.\\nTis ours to wage the war with sin.\\nFrom evil free our land.\\nThen marshal all the good and true,\\nA heroic loyal band.\\nThat in the future we may be,\\nA people pure and strong;\\nAnd this the heritage shall be.\\nTo those who conquer wrong", "height": "3381", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0085.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "A nation free from party strife,\\nOh! then the victory grand,\\nA noble country, richly blest,\\nFar famed and honored land.\\n[To a Gentleman on His Fiftieth Birthday.]\\nHalf a century! yes, fifty years.\\nLife s battles you have fought,\\nThe many victories wrought\\nWere bought with sacrifice and tears.\\nChildhood, then youth, and manhood, now,\\nTis full meridian time.\\nSilver hair, deepened line.\\nAs marks of honor crown your brow.\\nThough fifty years you ve fought so well,\\nThe test will not be o er\\nTill anchored on the shore\\nWhere care and trouble never dwell.\\nThen gird your armor on anew,\\nWith courage make it bright\\nTo battle for the right.\\nAnd keep your heart warm, pure and true.\\nThen will old age be very bright,\\nAnd like the purest wine,\\nWhich richer grows by time,\\nAssume at last a flavor rare.\\n:Mar.,1879\\n76", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0086.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "DIFFERENT WAYS.\\nHow unlike ours were the ways,\\nIn ancient times, our grandsires days^\\nAbout the Sabbath spent so well,\\nI purpose now a bit to tell.\\nThe children went on foot to church,.\\nAnd toed the mark, or felt the birch\\nThe men then rode upon horseback.\\nThe wife behind on a pillion sat\\nIn winter time a foot-stove took,\\nFor with the cold they often shook,.\\nPutting inside a large bright coal.\\nThen some ashes, the heat to hold.\\nIn summer time, each took with heed,.\\nSprigs of lovage, or caraway seed.\\nTo nibble as they went along.\\nAnd during sermon time and song.\\nThey worshiped God on hard board seats,.\\nAnd turned them up when on their feet\\nWhen all the people rose and sang.\\nUp went the seats with quite a bang.\\nThe tunes with metre long and short.\\nWere started with a tuning fork\\nEach one with hand the time did beat.\\nOr, sometimes tapped it with their feet.\\nThey stood through prayers, both short and long-,,\\nTo sit in prayer were deemed a wrong\\nThe preacher in a box stood high,\\nWith sounding-board his head quite nigh\\nThe sermons were of marvelous length,\\nDisplaying talent and great strength\\n77", "height": "3381", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0087.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "And frightful to the children small,\\nWas the tithing-man with staff so tall,\\nFor when the parson preaching well,\\nOf twentieth began to tell,\\nAnd they to fidget in their seats,\\nRapping, he pointed their eye to meet.\\nWhen the morning service was o er.\\nThey gathered all around the door\\nThe men talked of weather and the crops,\\nThe price of potatoes, beans and hops;\\nThe grass was growing rank and tall.\\nWould have a heavy crop in fall\\nThat last shower came just in time\\nSquire Jones had bought some oxen fine.\\nThe women talked of this and that.\\nEating their luncheon while they sat.\\nOne told of someone very ill,\\nHad the doctor, who gave blue pill.\\nThe deacon s folks the measles had\\nPolly Smith s cough was proper bad.\\nThen when the hour for lunch was o er,\\nThey took their seats much as before.\\nAnd listened to a sermon long,\\nMingled with prayers, and psalms and song.\\nThe service o er they homeward went,\\nBut ere the day was fully spent.\\nSome time they took by light of candle.\\nTheological snarls to untangle.\\nEre the children to bed were sent,\\nAll through the catechism they went,\\n78", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0088.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "Xearning what man s chief end should be,\\nAbout adoption, and decrees.\\nElection, justification.\\nFree grace, and santiii cation.\\nThus was the Sabbath spent so well\\nIn olden times I ve heard them tell.\\nNow view the change that time has wrought,\\nAnd all the comforts it has brought.\\nWe ride to church in cari-iage fine,\\nQuite glad we live in modern time\\nCarpeted aisles make soft the tread,\\nAs to our seats by ushers led\\nThe pews all cushioned soft appear;\\nThe tuneful organ greets our ear.\\nAnd while the quartette sing and trill.\\nWe of sweet music drink our fill.\\nThe sermons brief and polished sound.\\nFrom cultured lips, with periods round.\\nAnd as we sit in prayer, or song.\\nThe service cannot weary long.\\nSo at its close we stay awhile,\\nTo study bout the Bible times.\\nThen in the porch we stop awhile,\\nMuch as they did in olden time.\\nThen to our homes we speed away,\\nTo spend the P. M. as we may\\nSome like to sleep, or read, or talk.\\nOthers prefer to ride, or walk.\\nEach spends the time as seemeth well,\\nI^ various ways I may not tell.", "height": "3381", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0089.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "When the evening comes along,\\nWe meet again for prayer or song\\nThen lads selecting each a lass,\\nEscort them home by light of gas.\\nNow to the future let us look,\\nAnd take a peep within that book.\\nIts pages are uncut you see,\\nBut the}^ will ope for you and me,\\nDisclosing wonders very great.\\nWhich I will now, to you relate.\\nNo churches then will meet the eye,\\nWith steeple towering to the sky.\\nNo clanging bell will then be heard,\\nThe Sabbath quiet to disturb.\\nSabbath day s journey one need not take^\\nBut only a ride for pleasure s sake,\\nSince church going is no more.\\nPronounced by all to be a bore.\\nThe mother sits the cradle by,\\nThe father in the hammock lies.\\nThe fragrant air denotes the brand,\\nOf choice cigar within his hand. v\\nMid puffs of smoke he turns a crank,\\nForth comes a sermon of highest rank.\\nEloquent and terse, it stirs the heart.\\nThanks, thanks, to phonographic art.\\nThen wishing some fine tune to hear.\\nThey place the telephone to the ear,\\nAnd sweetest strains of music thrill,\\nAnd heart and soul with rapture fill\\n80", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0090.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "From far away the voice may come,\\nBut each can hear it in their home.\\nNow which way think you is best,.\\nTo spend the day of holy rest?\\n1879.\\n[To a Lady on her One Hundred and Fourth Birthday. Oct. 12,1879.1,\\nThe years are one hundred and four,\\nSince life to you was given,\\nAnd as you look the decades o er.\\nLet praise ascend to heaven.\\nJust let us backward take a look,\\nOne hundred years or more,\\nOur country then by war was shook,.\\nBy force from foreign shore.\\nThen followed peace with quiet tread,\\nAnd liberty so true.\\nEnjoying which men s minds were led.\\nTo seek inventions new.\\nPrinting and steam, each took the ir turn,.\\nTo help the onward move,\\nBy telegraph we soon could learn.\\nAll things beneath the moon.\\nIn household arts, advance was made,,\\nAs you can well attest.\\nFor spinning-wheel and loom are laid,,\\nIn attic now to rest.\\n81", "height": "3403", "width": "2139", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0091.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "Instead of roasting o er the coals,\\nWith face all red with heat,\\nIn stove or range we bake our rolls,\\nAnd also cook our meat.\\nAgain, the curse of war was laid.\\nUpon our country dear\\nAnd life and blood, the price they paid,\\nFor freedom far and near.\\nNow with the loyal stripes and stars.\\nThrough all the land unfurled,\\nOnward s the watchward near and far.\\nDiscovering things unheard.\\nBy phonograph and telephone.\\nWhich Edison has found out,\\nFrom distant friends we hear their tone.\\nAnd learn what they re about.\\nAnd you have lived these changes through.\\nAnother still I note.\\nIt comes this year unique and new\\nYes, women now can vote.\\nHow broad a range your life looks o er\\nEvents of mighty weight,\\nHave shook the land from shore to shore.\\nAnd make the century great.\\nAnd now your labor all complete.\\nUpon the brink you stand.\\nWaiting the call loved ones to meet,\\nAnd join the spirit band.\\n82", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0092.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "[To the Keeper of tlie Town Farm and His Wife.]\\nWhat a lot of tramps you have to-night,\\nAnd rather strange ones, too;\\nThe fathers of the town I see.\\nAnd others not a few.\\nTo sup on crackers and ginger- tea,\\nIs that what brought them here?\\nNot that, but tis your wedding eve,\\nThey come to wish good cheer.\\nYou, Sir, our ways have looked to well.\\nIn cold and summer heat.\\nIn your own paths we oft have walked.\\nAnd thus preserved our feet.\\nSince all may follow in your path.\\nPray make it straight and well.\\nFor if the fathers crooked go.\\nHow sad a thing to tell.\\nAnd when the night was dark and drear,\\nYou ve lighted up our way.\\nThus travel we without a fear.\\nBy night as well as day.\\nAnd, madam, you have oft been found.\\nBeside the sick bed here,\\nTo tend, and soothe, and lend a hand.\\nYour neighbor s heart to cheer.\\nNow fill the bowl, the ginger bowl.\\nAnd heap the crackers high,\\nWe d rather quaff hot ginger tea,\\nThan eat our crackers dry.\\n83", "height": "3403", "width": "2139", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0093.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "We drink your health in the steaming bowl,\\nAnd wish you much of joy,\\nMay many be the years you spend\\nTogether, with your boy.\\nJan. 21st, 1880.\\n[Lines Written for a Young Girl who in behalf of her School-\\nmates Presented the Teacher with two books at the close\\nof the School term.]\\nIn the pleasant field of knowledge,\\nWe have walked another term,\\nCulled from out its varied treasures,\\nMany things we need to learn.\\nTho careless we have often been.\\nAnd your spirit sorely tried,\\nYet your patience ne er forsook you,\\nOn your love we could rely.\\nWhen the path seemed rough or gloomy,\\nTwas your hand that smoothed the way,\\nThus the hard spots were made easy.\\nAnd the dark was turned to day.\\nNow this morn in looking over.\\nAll the hours we here have spent,\\nEvery one has held a treasure,\\nAnd a charm to each was lent.\\nIn fond memory s choicest corner.\\nAll these things we ll stow away,\\nTo renew them in the future.\\nJust to brighten some dull day.\\n84", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0094.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "These books of poems, teacher dear,\\nWe would like to have you take\\nAs token of our love sincere,\\nAnd keep them for our sake.\\nAnd sometimes as you look them o er,\\nAs the years go rolling on.\\nJust think of those who gave them you,\\nYour pupils of eighty-one.\\nIHymn Written and Sung at the Centennial Anniversary of the\\nFirst Baptist Church. Woburn Mass., July 1881.]\\nO Lord! we thank Thee for Thy love.\\nFor all Thy love has wrought,\\nWe thank Thee, that this church was formed,\\nAnd through a century brought.\\nWe thank Thee, for the souls here saved,\\nSaved by Thy love and power\\nWe thank Thee, for Thy presence here,\\nWe thank Thee for this hour.\\nLet all these tongues break forth and sing,\\nSing praises to the Lord;\\nFor blessings all these many years.\\nJoin each with one accord.\\nOh! praise the Lord, for pastors dear,\\nPrai.se Him for prayer and song.\\nPraise Him for hours of worship here.\\nLet praise the song prolong.\\nWe humbly crave Thy presence still.\\nTo guide and light our way;\\n85", "height": "3403", "width": "2139", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0095.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "Abide with us, oh Lord, we pray,\\nAbide, both night and day.\\nThen will the future as the past.\\nTo souls a blessing be.\\nThis church a chosen scion prove.\\nThrough all eternity.\\nON MY FIFTIETH BIRTHDAY.\\nToday I m more than half way home,\\nMore than half of life s journey o er,\\nMore than half of its battles fought,\\nI am nearing the other shore\\nNearing the bright home above,\\nWhere so many dwell I love.\\nThe past I willing leave behind,\\nAs flowers when their freshness gone.\\nAre cast away, still memory\\nHolds the perfume known so long;\\nYet may those along the way\\nProve as bright and sweet as they.\\nMay 22nd, 1882.\\n{To Uncle Samuel and Aimt Emily Growing ou their Grolden Wed-\\nding Anniversary.]\\nInto my hand was placed one day,\\nA card with edge of gilt.\\nAnd on it I found writ,\\nA welcome to your wedding day.", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0096.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "And so this line December night,\\nWith wishes kind and true,\\nWe willing come to yon,\\nWithin your cosy home so bright.\\nGladly we meet your children here.\\nYour pride and comfort, too,\\nAnd little ones a few\\nWhose tender love your hearts will cheer,\\nWe miss the dear old home of yore.\\nIts noble elms so grand\\nSpreading o er house and land,\\nWith its generous yard before.\\nWe miss the great rooms of your sire,\\nThe beaufet in the corner.\\nThe tall clock in good order.\\nThe wainscotted walls, and wood fire.\\nWe miss them, yet are glad to see,\\nYour pleasant home so new.\\nWith comforts not a few.\\nAnd hope you long may happy be.\\nHere let all care and worry cease,\\nLet faith and hope abound.\\nCharity to all around;\\nAnd thus the eve of life be peace.\\nDec. 31st, 1882.\\nDEDICATION HYMN.\\nLord, we dedicate to Thee,\\nThis building may it be\\n87", "height": "3403", "width": "2139", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0097.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "Thy dwelling place\\nHere may we love to meet,\\nHere may we ever seek\\nThy gracious mercy seat,\\nThy love embrace.\\nPlere contrite prayer ascend\\nThrough Christ, our Savior, friend,\\nTo Thee above\\nHere sinners feel Thy grace.\\nAnd humbly seek Thy face,\\nEnlist to run the race,\\nKept by Thy love.\\nLong may this structure stand,\\nAn honor to our land\\nAnd Thee above\\nLord, keep it from all harm.\\nProtected by Thine arm,\\nWe ne er wilJ feel alarm.\\nBut rest in love.\\n[A Short Cliapter of History from the Old Bay State to Dr. and\\nMrs. McC, of North Berwick, Maine.]\\nSome years ago to the Bay State came,\\nA beardless youth, from way down Maine\\nA former pastor he came to see.\\nThe pastor and all his family.\\nIt chanced that eve, some friends were there,\\nAnd mong them came a maiden fair,\\n88", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0098.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "Vith sparkling eye and pleasant mien;\\nA treasure to this youth she seemed.\\nIn fact, old Cupid sent a dart,\\nThat pierced alike each youthrul heart.\\nAnd thus for years it came to pass.\\nThe youth oft came to see this lass.\\nThen came a time I well remember,\\nTwas the first day of old December,\\nThe young man came and took away\\nHis bride, from the state of Old Bay;\\nOn the banks of the Kennebec stream,\\nThey settled down to live love s dream.\\nHe took to drugs, and the making of pills.\\nWith lotions and bitters to cure life s ills\\nAnd then he went to Bowdoin College,\\nTo store his brain with useful knowledge.\\nTo learn the functions of the heart.\\nThe nerve, the eye and other parts\\nTo learn with skill to use the knife.\\nAnd all the ways of saving life.\\nThen to this village next they came,\\nAnd added M. D. to his name.\\nAnd here he s traveled day and night,\\nThrough mud, and dust, and sunshine bright,\\nThrough winter s snow, and summer s rain.\\nThe sick to see and ease their pain.\\nPerhaps some here can testif}^,\\n(If on my word you can t rely,)\\nOf powders and pills there is no lack,\\nWhenever you send for Dr. Mack.\\n1887.\\n89", "height": "3403", "width": "2139", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0099.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "DEDICATIOISr HYMl^.\\nFather of mercies, draw Thou near,\\nThy gracious presence lend,\\nAs we Thy humble servants here.\\nOur hearts in reverence bend\\nTo praise Thee, for Thy wondrous love.\\nAnd tune our song s to Thee above.\\nWe praise Thee Father that Thy care.\\nOn ITS has been bestowed.\\nAnd still Thy favor may we share.\\nThy glory still behold;\\nWe praise Thee for this temple neat.\\nLong may it be Thy mercy seat.\\nHere may we come with contrite hearts.\\nThy blessing Lord, to seek.\\nTo mourners here Thy grace impart.\\nTo each Thy comfort mete;\\nMay love and concord here abound,.\\nAnd Holy peace be ever found.\\nWELCOME TO A PASTOR.\\nPastor and wife, we welcome you.\\nAs servants of the Lord,\\nTo walk with us, to work with us.\\nAccording to His word.\\nBlest of God may this union prove.\\nOur aim and purpose one\\n90", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0100.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "To follow Christ, exalt His love,\\nAnd others bid to come.\\nUnited may our prayers ascend,\\nFrom zealous hearts and firm,\\nThat all may seek the Savior, friend.\\nAnd ways of wisdom learn.\\nMay Christ within our souls so dwells\\nThat every thought is love,\\nThen will our lives His glory tell,\\nTill called from earth above.\\nTHE OLD CHURCH CLOCK.\\n[A Paraphrase.]\\nNot a sound was heard, not a single stroke.\\nFrom the clock in the old church tower\\nNot a hand that moved by day, or night.\\nTo tell the people of the hour.\\nWe thought as we lay on our narrow bed,\\nAnd smoothed out our balsam pillow,\\nOf those who would wait the stroke of the clock.\\nAnd lose the train on the morrow.\\nSlowly and sadly, we rose in the night,\\nThinking perchance it was morning.\\nWe groped our way the gas to light,\\nThe morn had not thought of dawning.\\nThen we laid us down at dead of night.\\nOld Morpheus deftly wooing,\\n91", "height": "3403", "width": "2139", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0101.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "Kindly he showed in a. dream, just right,\\nThe clock, telling the hour for rising.\\n,ITo a Young- Lady on Her Twenty-first Birthday. Aug. 2, 1891.]\\nThis August day so bright and clear.\\nTo you a birthday is,\\nMay all your life, my young friend dear.\\nBe fair and bright as this.\\nAs buds unfolding day by day.\\nAt last become the flower,\\nSo years have come and sped to you,\\nAnd brought this happy hour.\\nYoung womanhood now meets your view.\\nBut veiled in mystery\\nLet each day be a gift from God,\\nAnd prove His sympathy.\\nWaiting not for rarest treasures,\\nGather trifles as you go;\\nLife has surely many blessings.\\nMay your future prove it so.\\n1891.\\nSURF MEETING AT OCEAN GROVE, N. J.\\nThey are gathering by the sea.\\nSingly and in myriad throng.\\nAt the Sabbath hour of sunset.\\nTo unite in prayer and song\\n92", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0102.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "Mingling voice and restless ocean,\\nBoth as one, God s goodness sing.\\nSurging tide obey His diction,\\nWilling hearts to him we bring.\\nFrom the west the sun declining,\\nCasts its tints upon the sea,\\nRed and gold, with blue commingling.\\nBids our eyes its grandeur see;\\nBright and brighter, grows the vision,\\nAnd our hearts with awe are thrilled^\\nAs the painter spreads His picture,\\nFar exceeding human skill.\\nMountains rise at His dictation,\\nTill a landscape meets our eye.\\nWaving grain and graceful tree tops.\\nBacked by clouds surpassing high\\nStoried arch and stately column.\\nGrandly soar in ether blue.\\nWhile the modest cot beside them,\\nAdds its feature to the view.\\nOh, to worship this great artist.\\nIs a favor and delight,\\nAnd we thank Thee, God of Love,\\nFor this vision of Thy might.\\nFades at last this picture gorgeous.\\nWhile we linger, gazing still,-\\nBut from memory s sacred chamber^\\nWe ll recall it when we will.\\n93", "height": "3403", "width": "2139", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0103.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "Now the crowd go wending homeward,\\nPrayer and song no more we hear,\\nBut the voice is speaking ever,\\nNot far off, but very near.\\nYes, within our hearts tis speaking.\\nFilling us with joy and love,\\nWe will praise Thee O, our Father,\\nHere on earth and then above.\\nAujr. 1890.\\nBIRTHDAY REVERIE.\\nVoyage on life s changing stream.\\nMy bark has sailed for three-score years;\\nThe headlight in the distance gleams.\\nAnd brighter grows as the haven nears.\\nMy Father s hand is on the wheel.\\nAnd trusting Him my soul will sing.\\nThough knowing not if woe, or weal,\\nThe future years will bring.\\nBut with Him, guiding at the helm,\\nNor shoals nor rapids cause a fear,\\nFor tis His love that overwhelms.\\nAs on we speed to the haven near.\\nMay 22, 1892.\\n[To Baby\u00e2\u0080\u0094 The First Grandcliild.]\\nWelcome to thee, little stranger,\\nWelcome to our arms and love.\\nWelcome to our hearts and homes.\\n94", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0104.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "To the combine Gowing-Brice\\nThough a girl we give thee welcome,\\nComing early in the morning,\\nComing at the Sabbath dawn,\\nIn the pleasant autumn season,\\nWhen the trees were clothed in crimson.\\nOr, the tint of sunset golden.\\nAnd the vines with fruit were heavy,\\nAnd the flowers of richest hue;\\nWith a gladness in the air,\\nSurely nature welcomes you.\\nMay your life be bright and cherry.\\nLight of heart, with winsome voice.\\nCarrying sunshine where you go.\\nGathering flowers along the way.\\nOct. 16th, 1892.\\nTHE ETERNAL YEARS.\\nThe years, the years, the eternal years.\\nHow swiftly they come and go.\\nWith hopes expectant, love and fears,\\nIntermingling joy and woe.\\nOurs they were, we loved them well.\\nAnd sweet their niem ry lingers,\\nIn bliss, or pain, or friendship s dear.\\nTracing the Father s finger.\\nThe years, the years, they come to us,\\nGifts from God s bounty vast\\nWe grow in them, and they in us,\\nEnduring to the last.\\n95", "height": "3403", "width": "2139", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0105.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "And when our path diverging, lead\\nFrom friends we hold most dear,\\nWe know the years of the future\\nOur souls will again bring near.\\nSo on we ll press in life s pathway,\\nThough weary and faint at times,\\nSince the years we know are eternal,.\\nAnd Jesus directs our lines.\\nThen mould us, Master, perfectly\\nTo work Thy plan divine,\\nThat at the end no blot appear.\\nThat will mar Thy pure design.\\nDec. 1892.\\nJUST FOR TODAY.\\nJust for today\\nThy strength, dear Lord, give me\\nJust for today\\nAbide Thou, Lord, with me\\nTomorrow s care need not alarm.\\nSince day by day, I m kept from harm\\nDear Lord, by Thee.\\nJust for today\\nGive health, O Lord, to me;\\nJust for today\\nSweet peace I ll take from Thee\\nThen walking in Thy ways rely,\\nThat daily needs Thou wilt supply,,\\nPraise be to Thee.\\n96", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0106.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "Just for today\\nThy thoughts, O Lord, give me,\\nThat all I say\\nMay for Thy glory be\\nWith love divine fill Thou my heart,\\nAs day by day I draw apart,\\nWith Thee to stay.\\nJust for today\\nThyself, dear Lord, give me\\nThen for today\\nMy work shall be for Thee\\nAnd on through all eternity,\\nDay by day, I ll live for Thee,\\nDear Lord for Thee.\\n[Address of Welcome to the Middlesex County Convention of the\\nWomen s hristlau Temperance Union held in Reading,\\n:\\\\Jass., Sept. 20th, 1894.]\\nDear sisters of the ribbon white,\\nI bid you welcome here today\\nWelcome in this September rain.\\nWelcome to this no-license town.\\nEighteen years it has voted, no\\nWelcome to this ancient town\\nTwo hundred and fifty years last May,\\nSince first the white man came to dwell.\\nWithin the precincts of this town.\\nA little stream, the Ipswich,\\nWhose fish afforded food for table,\\nLured them to this wooded spot,\\n97", "height": "3403", "width": "2139", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0107.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "And Wood End, was it known by then.\\nThe scene is strangel}^ changed today\\nChurches, schools, dwellings, stores appear\\nWhere then was forest, dense and wild.\\nCould one of those iirst settlers stand\\nUpon our common fair today,\\nAnd see the fiery chariots rage,\\nRunning like lightning through our streets,\\nBy night like torches m appearance,\\nAs prophet Nahum wrote of old,\\nFilled with amazement would they be.\\nCould they behold within this church\\nThis company of goodly women,\\nWho have come from their homes afar.\\nComing by electric and steam car.\\nWith wonder would they ask: What for?\\nWhy this concourse all of women\\nWhy come they to this ancient town\\nThe like was never in our day,\\nPray tell what can it be about?\\nI would answer, I would tell them,\\nThey have come from town and hamlet.\\nCome from homes far and near,\\nCome from loved ones very dear,\\nTo talk of matters that concern them\\nTalk and plan for future work,\\nWork to help the rising children.\\nWork to rid our land of evils.\\nWork to lead us heavenward, God ward,\\nWork to last all ages through.\\n98", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0108.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "To this planning and this working,\\nSisters, I would welcome you\\nWith your hearts of love so loyal,\\nWith your wisdom and discretion,\\nMay you plan the wisest measures.\\nTo help on our cause so holy,\\nKnowing that words once spoken,\\nLike sounds in phonographic tube,\\nMay be repeated o er and o er\\nMay your coming bring a blessing.\\nAs you go may blessing follow.\\nHelpful each unto the other.\\n[Words of Welcome to Dr. W. S. A. and Wife.]\\nGladly our hearts unite.\\nIn welcoming tonight\\nOur pastor here\\nTogether may we stand.\\nUpheld by God s right hand,\\nA faithful earnest band.\\nWith hearts of cheer.\\nTo live, O Lord, for Thee,\\nOur purpose ever be.\\nThy name to praise.\\nMay souls to Christ be brought.\\nAnd by Thy Spirit taught\\nThe paths Thy love have wrought.\\nAuthor of days.\\n99", "height": "3403", "width": "2139", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0109.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "May flock and pastor each,\\nThy presence ever seek,\\nSpirit of love\\nUnited work for Thee,\\nFruits of their labor see.\\nKept by Thy Spirit free,\\nTill called above.\\nPastor and wife we greet,\\nA union now complete.\\nBlest gift from God;\\nAffection growing strong.\\nAs days to years prolong.\\nThanksgiving be our song.\\nWith one accord.\\n1895.\\n[Written for the Reunion of the Gowing Family, held at Mr. H.\\nA. Gould s, Andover, Mass., Aug. 31st, 1893.]\\nSleep came not to my eyes one night,\\nSo rising, at my window I sat down,\\nAnd wrapped in Luna s pale, clear light,\\nA few thoughts quickly jotted down,\\nAnd as they came to me,\\nI give them now to^^thee.\\nTo the Gould farm, grand old place,\\nWith forest fine, have come this|yeaiv.\\nThe Gowing clan, from far and near,\\nTo keep their yearly tryst.\\nThe village noise, the city s din.\\nCare, toil and work of every kind,\\n100", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0110.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "Eight gladly do we leave behind,\\nTo spend a day with those of kin.\\nAnd as we grasp each others hand,\\nExchanging kindly words of cheer,\\nWe trust that each is held more dear,\\nFor this friendly reunion here.\\nMost tenderly we thhik of one*.\\nWho with us stood one year ago,\\nSince, heard the call, onward go\\nAnd now from care and labor rests.\\nThe pleasant face, the genial smile,\\nWith which he greeted each and all.\\nToday with pleasure we recall.\\nAnd thanks would render for his life.\\nWe see him as he stood tliat day.\\nManly and kind, of noble mein.\\nPresiding with an easy leal.\\nBefitting well a higher place.\\nThe call will come to each of us,\\nHow soon, or where, we cannot tell.\\nBut let us spend each day so well.\\nWe ll ready be when e er it comes.\\nThese grand old trees towering high\\nTill ether pure their branches reach.\\nMay well to us a lesson teach.\\nThat all our aims should upward tend.\\n^Hffiprace Gowing died during: the year.\\n101", "height": "3403", "width": "2139", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0111.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "That day by day advance we make,\\nBefitting those of noble bent,\\nFor life is but a gift that s lent,\\nTo be returned with usury meet.\\nGod bless our host and hostess here.\\nMany years they ve passed together,\\nMid change of time and varied weather;\\nStill brightly may their pathway glow,\\nAs walking toward the sunset sk^^,\\nThey glimpses catch of realms beyond,\\nTill willing leave the things so fond.\\nFor what lies yonder, waiting them.\\n[To Mrs. ex.]\\nAnother year has sped away,\\nAnd brought again your natal day\\nNinety and one they are, all told,\\nAnd many the mercies they enfold.\\nChanges how great have come to pass,\\nSince you were but a wee bit lass;\\nWe ll not stop to tell them here.\\nBut in your mind they are quite clear.\\nAnd last of all your house was changed,\\nWe scarce believe it was the same.\\nWhere we have come many a time.\\nTo read to you some simple rhyme.\\nWe re sorry you are in this clutter,\\nHope e er long you will look better,\\n102", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0112.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "And then what comfort you will take,\\nWith these improvements up to date.\\nThe bath-room near, so nice and neat.\\nWhere one can cleanse both hands and feet.\\nOr, sitting in the window-bay,\\nObserve the passing cross the way.\\nAnd now your labor nearly done.\\nYour gaze is toward the setting sun\\nFrom pain we wish you might be free,\\nAnd live the century mark to see.\\nDec. 4, 1897.\\nIN MEMORIAM.\\nFi-ances E. Willard.\\nBy faith we see the land that s fair,\\nOur faith beholds our Leader there.\\nGlorious life to her is given\\nFellowship with saints in heaven.\\nAnd our faith beheld the meeting.\\nAnd the tender holy greeting,\\nFrom the loved ones gone before.\\nWhen she touched ihe shining shore.\\nHow bright the crown upon her head,\\nA star for every soul she led\\nTo Christ-like life, and deeds of love,\\nBefitting them to dwell above.\\nOh! grand and peerless soul of white.\\nThe world and nation mourn the bliofht\\n103", "height": "3403", "width": "2139", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0113.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "Spread o er the land from east to west,\\nSince our great Chieftain passed to rest.\\nShe is not dead, she lives above,\\nIn atmosphere of perfect love,\\nAnd finds from weary dust set free,\\nHow beautiful with God to be.\\n1898.\\n[Lines Written in the Cars on the Wrapper of my Lunch-box\\nEnroute from Rochester, N. Y. to Boston.]\\nGod holds the waters in His hand,\\nHe stays the rocks in place,\\nHis power we view on sea and land,\\nO er all His finger trace.\\nThe mountains rise in grandeur high,\\nThe clouds upon them lie,\\nAnd reaching seem to touch the skj^,\\nAll glorious to the eye.\\nO er rocks the rippling water falls.\\nFlecked with the foaming spray,\\nTo view God s glory nature calls.\\nAdoring, we obey.\\nThe trees abloom all white apjiear.\\nPure as the heavens can make.\\nInstinctively our hearts draw near,\\nTo Him, who all creates.\\nO earth, the handiwork of God,\\nRight from His touch you came,\\n104", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0114.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "Let man revere and worship God,\\nNe er fear to own His name.\\nAFTER SUPPER.\\nNow heaven s curtains are drawn down,\\nThe darkness spreads o er all,\\nWe ll close our eyes, let sleep abound.\\nTill,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Boston shrill they call.\\nMay 26tli, 1898.\\nNORTH SCITUATE BEACH.\\nAfter the leaden sky the blue waves dash,\\nWave after wave, o er the sandy beach flash.\\nThus wave after wave, o er the soul rolls love\\nTo His children; from the Father above.\\nA TWILIGHT SCENE.\\nA glorious sunset gilds the sky.\\nThrough autumn foliage seen;\\nThe gold and crimson mingle nigh,\\nAYith now and then a tint of green;\\nThe grassy sward, all dotted fine.\\nWith leaves of varied hue.\\nPresents a carpet s rich design.\\nRight from the Maker new,\\n105", "height": "3403", "width": "2139", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0115.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "Ne er could a human pen outline,\\nA scene so wondrous fair,\\nBut freely does the hand divine,\\nTrace out these pictures rare.\\nWe sit and gaze in rapturous bliss,\\nAnd wonder, can there be\\nIn heaven a grander scene than this\\nIf so, oh! let us see.\\nOct. 1898.\\n[To the Willard Y. Settlement of Boston who from their Friends-\\nSolicited for their First Anniversary a Penny for every\\nYear of Ones Age.]\\nDear Friends, one dollar you please will find.\\nSent by one who would be quite inclined\\nTo meet with you on your natal day.\\nCould she but go by the sun s bright ray;\\nBut one you see a hundred years old,\\n(Though she never yet, that age has told.\\nTell it not I pray in ancient Gath,\\nLest you provoke my righteous wrath,)\\nMay not with prudence venture out.\\nAfter the dark goes prowling about,\\nAnd by eight o clock I m sleep}^ quite,\\nAnd soon go to bed, just up one flight\\nSo enclosed you find my pennies free,\\nHoping many birthdays you may see.\\nI ll call and see you some other time.\\nWhen the sun o er head doth brightly shine.\\nNov. 1898.\\n106", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0116.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "SLEEPING\u00e2\u0080\u0094 AWAKENING.\\nMid flowers he lay asleep,\\nNo look of death on brow,\\nHe must be resting now,\\nWhile angels vigil keep.\\nHow sweet the rest must be,\\nTo weary hand and brain,\\nThat long have toiled in pain,,\\nBut now forever free.\\nAnd do we call this death,\\nSo calm and still to lie?\\nNo look of pain, or sigh.\\nNo agonizing breath.\\nTis the new life given,\\nTo purer scenes above.\\nIn atmosphere of love.\\nThe element of heaven.\\nAnon, he wakes in bliss\\nOh rapture, can it be\\nMy soul from earth set free?\\nJoyful I welcome this.\\nI see my loved ones here.\\nWho left me long ago,\\nAnd I did miss them so\\nNow all of them are near.\\nBehold, my Savior dear,\\nHis face I ve longed to see,,\\n107", "height": "3403", "width": "2139", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0117.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "He gave His life for me,\\nHim will I worship here.\\nHis praise forever sing,\\nHis love will be the theme,\\nHis glory all supreme,\\nMj Savior and mj^ King.\\nThe dear ones left behind.\\nWill follow --on quite soon.\\nFor each there s plenty room.\\nIn Father s house so kind.\\nNov. 15, 1898.\\nTO THE BOYS IN BLUE.\\nWelcome to soldier boys in blue,\\nA\u00c2\u00a5elcome to the tried and the true;\\nAt home we are glad to see you.\\nAnd gladly we come to greet you;\\nWelcome to the boys in blue.\\nYou left your homes at duty s call.\\nYou left you mothers, wives and all;\\nYour sweethearts, too, you left behind.\\nAnd all your friends, beloved and kind\\nGood-by to boys in blue.\\nYou ate the hardtack and the meat,\\nThat to your taste was far from sweet\\nThro mud, thro sand, was oft your way,\\nBut all led on to victor s day\\nGood, for the boys in blue.\\n108", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0118.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "You followed leaders brave and true,\\nOr, if they faltered on went you\\nO er mountains stee|), on foot you went\\nAnd to the Spaniards bullets sent\\nGlory to the boys in blue.\\nYou did your duty brave and well,\\nAnd now you love the tale to tell\\nTo you the home life must be dear,\\nHome, sweet home, with naught to fear;\\nHome for the boys in blue.\\nNo more war days, we trust, /br yo?/,\\nThe same we wish our country too.\\nFrom sea to sea may peace abound,\\nO er islands and all nations round\\nPeace for the boys in blue.\\nNov. ITth, 1898.\\n[To Reading s Twenty-two.]\\nProud is Old Bay State, of her boys in blue,\\nAnd proud is Reading, of her twenty-two;\\nWe saw you when marching off to tent,\\nAnd wished at home you would be content.\\nBut no, your young hearts for glory did yearn,\\nAnd by experience only could learn\\nThat a soldier s life, even at best,\\nIs far from being one of ease and rest.\\nShortly from tented field away you went.\\nBy car and boat to Porto Rico sent.\\n109", "height": "3403", "width": "2139", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0119.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "The cry we oft hear, Remember the Maine,\\nBut methinks, you will remember the Yale.\\nIt was eighteen days from shore to shore,\\nWith hardtack to eat, and beef L Arm our.\\nNaught else but this, came to your hand or lip,\\nTho plenty good food, there was on the ship.\\nFrom the heights in Santiago town.\\nYou saw their colors go floating down,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nOf the gallant Sixth, we oft heard with pride,\\nDriving the Spaniards, on every side.\\nYou felt their bullets whizz through the air,\\nBut of your heads, they touched not a hair.\\nThe fighting all done, homeward you came;\\nThe deeds of the Sixth will be known to fame.\\nWe watched you go forth with bated breath.\\nFearing to some, it might mean death\\nBut thanks be to God, everyone came back,\\nAnd of joy in our hearts there is no lack;\\nAnd for this we are sure, all will allow,\\nMuch credit is due our own Doctor Dow.\\nThen three cheers for the brave boys in blue,\\nAnd three cheers for our own twenty-two.\\nNov. 29tli, 1898.\\n[To Mrs. M. W. H. on Her Birthday.]\\nA helpless infant was born, they say.\\nJust eighty-two years ago today,\\nAnd Mary, the star of the sea,\\nWas chosen, the child s name to be.\\n110", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0120.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "With much of love and tender care,\\nThe babe grew up ready to share,\\nSuch changes as may come to all.\\nWho live on this terrestial ball.\\nAnd so in time this infant small.\\nBecame a woman fair and tall.\\nAnd then a doctor s bride became.\\nAnd all these years has borne his name.\\nTo this woman now eighty-two.\\nHonor we d pay, it is her due,\\nSince for years we have found her true^\\nVirtues many, mistakes but few.\\nMany changes have come to you.\\nBut I ll mention only a few:\\nTwo daughters came your home to share.\\nBut only one is with you here,\\nFor Delia left you long ago,\\nAll these years you ve missed her so;\\nYet often times you feel her near.\\nThough dwelling in the upper sphere.\\nTo Civil War your husband went.\\nHis skill and care to soldiers lent;\\nSoon you followed with love intent,\\nThe sick to help in field and tent.\\nYou ve seen the slaves from bondage free.\\nAnd women voters lived to see.\\nYou traveled oft by boat and steam,\\nBut not till late by lightning team.\\nIll", "height": "3403", "width": "2139", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0121.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "And now the Cuban war is o er,\\nWe hope for peace forevermore\\nOther wonders you will recall,\\nI have not time to mention all.\\nOh, wondrous age is this, we re told.\\nAnd wondrous sights our eyes behold,\\nBut vaster wonders shall we see.\\nWhen safe across the Jasper sea.\\nYou ve walked alone these many years.\\nSince he who shared your joys and tears,\\nWas**called from earth above to dwell,\\nBy Him who doeth all things well.\\nAnd He who doeth all things well,\\nHas given you grace His love to tell.\\nHis strength in need He s given you.\\nAnd earthly blessings not a few.\\nAnd here these many years you ve dwelt,\\nEver busy with mind content,\\nDoing the good that came to hand.\\nReaping the blessing of our land.\\nAnd here your friends who know your worth,\\nHave gladly gathered round your hearth;\\nTis pleasant quite to meet you here.\\nWith everything your heart to cheer.\\nNow as the days speed one by one,\\nYou near the fast declining sun,\\nBut hope looks up to visions fair.\\nWhile faith beholds your loved ones there.\\nDec. 16th, 1898.\\n112", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0122.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "[To Mr, and Mrs. Phineas (^reen,]\\nHow oft of Love, the Muse has sung,\\n(With graceful word, and flowing tongue,}\\nWhen youthful hearts have plighted troth,,\\nTo walk life s pathway, nothing loth;\\nAnd oft tis thought no love can be.\\nLike early vows, strong, pure and free.\\nOf second love, I sing tonight,\\nThese twenty years its been your light,.\\nWith hearts matured, and ripened years,.\\nYour love has had, nor change, nor fears;:\\nBut lapsing o er the decades past.\\nHas purer grown unto the last.\\nTis well I m sure that Cupid s art,\\nRegards not age, in seeking hearts;\\nAnd thus it is, true love can come\\nAt any time, to light our home;\\nAdorning e en the plainest face.\\nAnd robing all with winning grace.\\nBut though your life has ripened well,.\\nOne fact there is quite strange to tell,\\n(I d silent be but all have seen,)\\nWith all these years you still are Green,\\nAnd Green, I fear, must be yonr fate,\\nTo change that truth, tis quite too late..\\nWe wonder, sir, how you should dare,\\nAsk a lady with you to bear\\nA name that hints of verdure new,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBut vet methinks we have the clue:\\n113", "height": "3403", "width": "2139", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0123.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "In nature, flowers are seldom seen,\\nWithout the all attending green.\\nWho would think a wreath to twine,\\nWith flowers only, how e er fine?\\nAdd the foliage and you see,\\nMature true to harmony;\\nSo your hearts according well,\\nLove has wreathed them with a S23ell.\\nAnother fact, I here will tell,\\nA fact, you will remember well.\\nThis chair, quite easy you will find;\\nAnd should you ever feel inclined.\\nIn it can take your mid-day nap.\\nWith wife beside, or in your lap.\\nWe hope you long may fill it w^ell.\\nAnd in it many stories tell;\\nAnd may your children gather here,\\nTo celebrate for many a year.\\nThe day you thought it not too late.\\nTo woo, and wed, a second mate.\\n[To Mrs. C. H. Swain.J\\nThe wedding-bells methinks I hear.\\nThe silvery bells so soft and clear;\\nA quarter century they proclaim,\\nOf wedded life to Mrs. Swain.\\nHow strange it seems a maiden fairj\\nTo be a swain should have a care,\\n114", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0124.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "But such the mysteries of this life,\\nYou willingly became a wife.\\nThe day to honor we have come,\\nBecause you said you d be at home.\\nSomething so very, very rare.\\nWe re pleased with you an hour to share.\\nThe silver bells will change their song,\\nAs you together jog along,\\nAnd soon the chimes of gold will sound,-\\nMay joy and peace with you abound.\\n[To Mrs. R. H. on the Death of her Aged Mother.]\\nShe has laid life s burden down.\\nShe has gone t\u00c2\u00ae wear the crown.\\nHer harp to tune to sing His love,\\nWho died that we might live above.\\nThen let no tear of sorrow fall.\\nShe but obeyed the Father s call\\nAnd now amid the angels bright,\\nAwaits you in that realm of light.\\nOh may we all, together meet\\nAround the Savior s mercy-seat,\\nHis praise forever more to sing\\nPraise to our Savior, Lord and King.\\n115", "height": "3403", "width": "2139", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0125.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "GORDON REST.\\nPure is the air at Gordon Rest,\\nFair the flowers, at their best;\\nWood and lake combine to make,\\nCharming place, a rest to take.\\nWhen we turn our weary feet,\\nFrom the noon-day burning heat,\\nPiney woods with odor sweet,\\nWelcome each one to a seat.\\nAnd the birds on bush and tree.\\nWarble strains of melody;\\nThus our hearts with joy should sing.\\nPraises to our Father King.\\nThrough the trees glimmering bright.\\nSee the flash of water white.\\nDown the hill with haste we hie.\\nWhere the lake so peaceful lies.\\nOn its shore we sit or lie.\\nChatting as the moments fly.\\nFeasting eye on lovely scene.\\nE en Dame Nature s fairest green\\nOr, taking boat we row away.\\nWhere the lily white doth lay;\\nOn the wavelet s shining breast,\\nGracefully its bloom doth rest.\\nHere we gather bud and bloom,\\nTill for more there is no room,\\n116^", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0126.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "And their perfume sweet and rare,\\nRivals well their beauty fair.\\nThen at eve on lawn we sit,\\nWatching, colors as they flit,\\nChanging ever and anon.\\nRainbow tints from setting sun.\\nCalm and sweet is nature here.\\nNaught to trouble, naught to fear;\\nBid your daily cares to cease,\\nAnd enjoy its quiet peace.\\nGordon Rest is a pleasant place,\\nIn its beauty we would trace.\\nThe hand of Him who loves us well,\\nAnd His goodness ever tell.\\nHanson, Mass., June 17th, 1899.\\n[Read at the King s Daughters Convention at Grordon Rest,\\nHanson, Mass., June 21st, 1899.]\\nTis gala day at Gordon Rest,\\nNature has donned its very best;\\nRooms are decked with flowers neat,\\nPeonies, rose, and lilies sweet.\\nIn the sunshine clear and bright,\\nFloat the colors, red, blue, white,\\nEmblem of our country free.\\nDear they are to you and me.\\nGlad welcome Daughters of a King,\\nGlad welcome let the welkin ring;\\n117", "height": "3403", "width": "2139", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0127.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "You have come from far and near,\\nEach the others heart to cheer.\\nMay the hours be passed with joy,\\nGod s own peace without alloy;\\nAnd when you homeward bend your steps\\nKnow the day has been well spent;\\nStronger feel, your work to do.\\nBlessings find forever new;\\nWalking heavenward in God s light.\\nMay your lives grow daily bright.\\n[To Mr. and Mrs. Andrew Howes.]\\nRing out, ring out, your wedding bells,\\nRing out your sweetest strain;\\nBid all in glad refrain.\\nThis golden wedding day to tell.\\nSince silver wedding bells did ring.\\nThe years have quickly sped.\\nAnd now as then I m led,\\nA little song for you to sing.\\nRich blessings have been given you.\\nGood health and all that brings.\\nCheerful hearts and voice to sing.\\nAs mercies came and favors new.\\nTogether you have crossed the tide.\\nOf fair Atlantic s breast.\\nOn foreign shores to rest.\\nAnd then at home with friends abide.\\n118", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0128.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "These years with fruitage have been rare^\\nWith love 3^0111- hearts all fraught,\\nUnited you have wrought,\\nFor doing good has been your share.\\nOur sister s voice has oft been heard,\\nThe weak and low to lift,\\nThat darken clouds might rift,\\nAnd joyful songs of praise be heard.\\nGood tidings have your lips let fall^\\nAnd bade the sad look up.\\nTo 11 im, who fills each cup.\\nYet sheds His mercies over all.\\nFor fifty years your love has given-\\nYour lives a trustful rest,\\nNow turning to the west,\\nYour view looks on toward Heaven..\\nThe west decline has gentle slope.\\nThe valley fruited deep,\\nBids you a harvest reap.\\nWell earned, of Christian love and hope-\\nNow, standing on the heights tonight,\\nYou view the land afar,\\nThe scene is wondrous fair,\\nMay all your path be bright.\\nThen ring the bells, the golden bells\u00e2\u0080\u009e\\nRing out their sweetest strain.\\nBid all in glad refrain.\\nThis happy wedding day to tell.\\nJ\\\\ily 29th, 1899.\\n119", "height": "3403", "width": "2139", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0129.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "I KNOW NOT.\\nI know not the way that s before me,\\nWhether of joy or sorrow,\\nI know not what the years may bring me,\\nNot even the tomorrow.\\nBut I know that He who cares for me,\\nAnd loves me now and ever.\\nWill give what He knows is best for me.\\nAnd lead me on forever.\\nAnd so my heart will delight to sing.\\nHis praises over and o er.\\nSince He to me is Savior, is King,\\nI wili trust Him evermore.\\nOCTOBER.\\nJ3right autumn, the time of rich colors.\\nThe glory and crown of the year,\\nWith magical touch tints the foliage.\\nTo welcome your coming here.\\nGracefully the golden rod waves its plume.\\nNasturtiums and asters so gay.\\nMingle beauty and perfume together.\\nTo enrich the days of your stay.\\nThe trees with their branches heavy laden,\\nThe vines with their fruitage sweet,\\nVie each with the other in offering,\\nTheir treasure to lay at your feet.\\n120", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0130.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "The picture is gay and enchanting,\\nWe wish it might linger, or stay,\\nBut as all things here are quite fleeting,\\nWe know that soon you ll away.\\nOct. 18C9.\\nBIRTHDAY ANNIVERSARY.\\nDays, weeks and months glide swiftly by,\\nWe scarcely heed their flight\\nThe year brings round the natal day,\\nThe fiftieth comes tonight.\\nSometimes tis well these days to mark.\\nTo live in memory long,\\nAnd so the full meridian time.\\nWe celebrate with song.\\nThe boundary you now have reached.\\nWhich marks old age in youth.\\nAnd enter now the youth of age.\\nWith grace accept the truth.\\nBut keep the heart forever young,\\nAnd tuned to sweetest sound\\nThen will the songs of later years,\\nWith youthful joy abound.\\nAnd as the years repeat their course.\\nMay peace with you abide\\nHappy acid restful be your lot.\\nWith children by your side.\\n121", "height": "3403", "width": "2139", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0131.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0132.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "CONCORD, MASS.\\nHow dear to my heart are the scenes of Old Con-\\ncord,\\nWhich fond memory often loves to recall,\\nEast Quarter, Yirginia Lane, old road to Bedford,.\\nThe great elms, and the ash, which shaded us all.\\nThe little school house, and the brook running\\nnear it,\\nThe bridge, and the rocks, where time quickly Hew,\\nThe home of my father, with the great barn near it,.\\nThe green grassy meadow spread out to our view.\\nThe hill rising high, all the way to the village,\\nThe very same hill, where the British foe went.\\nThe stores, and the town, to destroy and to pillage.\\nOn that memorable morn by Pitcaii-n sent.^\\nOh, the hill, and the woods where the wild flowers\\ngrew,\\nWhich seeking, I roamed at my own sweet will.\\nThere the columbine found and lubin so blue.\\nAnd all that grew in dell, or on the hill.\\nOften I recall the drives around the old town,\\nThe woods road to Walden, on Thoreau to call,\\n\u00e2\u0099\u00a6The 19th of April, 1775, when Ma j Pitcairn led the British to des-\\ntroy the military stores iu Concord, Mass.\\n123", "height": "3403", "width": "2139", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0133.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "The monument street, to the old battle-field ground,\\nWith its avenue wide, and trees fine and tall.\\nThe Old Manse standing near, where Hawthorne\\noft wrote.\\nThe grass grown river which gave name to the\\ntown\\nBy Indians long ago, when canoes they did float,\\nAnd Musketoquid called both river and town.\\nA row on the river, the dark Hemlocks to reach.\\nOr a picnic with friends, at Fair Haven Bay,\\nWas considered by all a desirable treat.\\nIn early fall, or a fine summer day.\\nAnd pleasant was the drive to Punkatasset hill.\\nWhere woodland, and vale and green fields met\\nour view.\\nAnon, the wide road leading to Wetherbee s mill,\\nAll, all, I do recall, and many more, too.\\nThen at Merriam s Corner, we often were found.\\nPassed the pine shaded house where Emerson\\nwrote,\\nThe home of the Alcott s, with the orchard around.\\nThe great elm in front, and the meadow we note.\\nA call at the cottage neath the spreading elm tree,*\\nWe surely would make, ere our route was complete;\\nAnd here the grape, cultured in perfection would\\nsee,\\nWhich our host would urge us to take, and to eat,\\n*The home of Hon. E. W. Bull, the originator of the celebrated\\nConcord grape.\\n124", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0134.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "Oh, the scenes of Old Concord I love to recall,\\nThe scenes of my childhood, my womanhood, too;\\nAs the years pass away, I rejoice in them all,\\nAnd the picture gladly paint with love s bright hue.\\n125", "height": "3403", "width": "2139", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0135.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "INDEX.\\nAcknovvledgiu,^ a Barrel of Cloth ino; 13\\nA Child s Prayer _ 19\\nA Fast Day Prayer 26\\nA Lesson from a Child 64\\nA ISTationai Thanksgiving 24\\nAngel Visits 39\\nA Postal Card 10\\nA Peep at Home 15\\nA Prayer for Peace 21\\nA Twilight Scene _ _ _ 105\\nAutumn _ _ _ _ 10\\nAutumn Leaves _ _ _ 23\\nA Visit to Eochester, N. Y. 47\\nA Welcome to Rev. J. H. E. 56\\nBirthday Soliloquj^ 31\\nBirthday lines to a Gentleman 46\\nBirthday lines to Mr. D. H. W. 73\\nBirthday lines to a Lady 104 years old 81\\nBirthday Eeverie 94\\nBirthday lines to Mr. J. B. N. 125\\nCentennial Anniversary of a Church 85\\nChristmas Tree 31\\nChapter of History 88\\nClosing of School _ _ 7\\nConcord 123\\nDedication of Hall, Nashville, Tenn. 63\\nDedication Hymn for Church 87\\nDedication Hymn _ _ 90\\nDisregarded Blessings 45\\nDifferent Ways _ 77\\nEternal Years, The _ _ 95\\nFiftieth Birthday 86\\nFor the Reunion of the 21st Mass. Regiment 72\\nFor the King s Daughters Convention 117\\nFishermen, The 59", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0136.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "Giving 66\\nGoldeu Wedding Poem to Uncle and Aunt 86\\nGowiug Family Keunion 100\\nGordon Eest 116\\nGolden Wedding Poem to Mr. and Mrs. Howes 118\\nHigher Life 56\\nI Know Not 120\\nInstallation Hymn 54\\nIn Memoriam Frances E. Willard 103\\nJust for Toda} _ 96\\nLast Wish, I he _ 7\\nLetter to a Friend _ _ 10\\nLines for a Christmas Tree 9\\nLines Sent with a Cross 9\\nLines to my Sister 13\\nLines Sent with a Mustard Cup 52\\nMarriage Eeception 62\\nMemorial 20\\nMemorial Hymn\u00e2\u0080\u0094 1877 67\\nMemoi ial Hymn\u00e2\u0080\u0094 1879 _ 75\\nMy Parents Golden Wedding 34\\nMr. and Mrs. Howes Silver Wedding 52\\nNorth Scituate Beach 105\\nOctober 120\\nOld South Clock, The 91\\nOn my Fiftieth Birthday 86\\nOnward, Upward %7\\nParting Thoughts .50\\nPastor s Kide, The 41\\nPresentation to a Teacher 84\\nEededication of a Church 44\\nSilver Wedding 71\\nSunshine and Shade 18\\nSupplication 14\\nSurf Meeting at Ocean Grove 92\\nSleeping, Awakening 107", "height": "3403", "width": "2139", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0137.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "To a Lady on her Twenty-first Birthday 92\\nTo a Young Married Couple 40\\nTo Aunt on the Death of her Husband 29\\nTo Mr. and Mrs. D. H. W. 55\\nTo Miss E. R. Fiftieth Birthday 68\\nTo Mrs. C T. L02\\nTo my Sister on the Birth of a Child 22\\nTo my Muse 28\\nTo Mrs. M. W. H. 110\\nTo my Brother 12\\nTo Reading s Twenty-two 109\\nTo Social Readers _ 42\\nTo the Readers Circle 35\\nTo the Boys in Blue 108\\nTo the Baptist Ladies Circle 59\\nTo the Keeper of Town Farm 83\\nTo Mrs. R. H. _ 115\\nTo the First Baby in the Family 94\\nTo Willard Y. Settlement 106\\nTo Mr. D. H. W. 73\\nTo a Gentleman on his Fiftieth Birthday 76\\nTo Mr. and Mrs. Phineas Green 113\\nTo Mrs. C. H. Swain 114\\nUnder the Cloud 19\\nVisit to National Cemetery 30\\nWorking for the Lord 51\\nWritten in the Cars 104\\nWelcome to Dr. W. S. A. 99\\nWelcome to W. C. T. U. Convention 97", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0138.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3338", "width": "2139", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0139.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "DEC 20 1899\\nhr^-\\nM^^f^\\n^m^ \u00c2\u00abv\\nm^^\\na:*i\\n^^M.\\n\u00c2\u00a5:5 C?\\nB- T- i\\nWM^M^", "height": "3413", "width": "2215", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0140.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "iM^ ^k\\nLUV\\nIfe^\\n-.^Ik\u00c2\u00a3L. -r i^\\n?\u00c2\u00a3Y^.\\ny^.%\\ndv^", "height": "3403", "width": "2139", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0141.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3451", "width": "2247", "jp2-path": "mychest00gowi_0142.jp2"}}