{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2992", "width": "2135", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2992", "width": "2135", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "Gems of Truth\\nand Fancy\\nFANNIE HERRON COOKE\\nBATTLE CREEK, MICH\\n1900", "height": "2944", "width": "2114", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "17699\\nLibrary of Congress\\nTwo Copies Received\\nJUL 11 1900\\nCopyright entry\\nH.. ./2S Q...\\nSECOND COPY.\\nDelivered to\\nOROLR DIVISION,\\nJUL 13 1 900\\nCOPYRIGHT\\nIQOO\\nI\\nj 6", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "PREFACE.\\nyIELDING wisely, or unwisely, to numer-\\nv- ous requests, the author has gathered\\ntogether the children of her brain, and\\nsends them forth into the great busy world,\\nto rind if, perchance, there be a vacant niche\\nawaiting them. Humble little workers are\\nthey, their only mission being to bring (if they\\nmay) a little comfort, a wee bit of sunshine, into\\nsome darkened life, or pleasantly to beguile an\\notherwise lonely hour.\\nF. H. C.", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "TO MY MOTHER\\nMother, name that stands for blessing,\\nGreatest e er to mortal \u00c2\u00abiv n.", "height": "2992", "width": "2135", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "GOD IS EVERYWHERE.\\nASKED a flower that\\nproudly reared its\\nhead,\\nAnd on each passer-by\\nlove s incense shed,\\n1 Whence come these\\nrobes of more than\\nmortal sheen\\nIn halls of men the like\\nwas never seen.\\nI bent above the dainty, upturned\\nface,\\nThe lines of magic loveliness to\\ntrace,\\nWhen, lo, as though with ecstacy it\\nstirred,\\nAnd to my list ning heart breathed\\none sweet word\\nGod.\\nThe south wind murmured softly to the trees,\\nSo sure it seemed the message it would please,\\nI wished that I the secret, too, might share.\\n(Was it in answer to unspoken prayer?", "height": "2987", "width": "2098", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "I felt it touch my cheek with soft caress,\\nThat sweet, pure air of heaven s blessedness\\nThe while it whispered rev rently and low,\\nThe secret that I had so longed to know,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nGod.\\nI met a little child, whose garments rare\\nBetokened of earth s goods a plenteous share\\nWhose toy-filled arms and happy, smiling face,\\nBetokened in fond hearts a cherished place.\\nWho gives to you such pretty things, my child\\nHer look, surprised, rebuked me then she smiled,\\nAnd lisped in baby accents, sweet and clear,\\nA word I tho t not from her lips to hear\\nDod.\\nA busy toiler one who in life s race\\nScarce knew the meaning of a resting, place\\nI sought to offer sympathy and cheer,\\nBut vowed to cease my questioning and fear,\\nWhen, with a restful look upon her face,\\nShe smiled, and answered me with winning grace\\nMy friend, we cannot go beyond the length,\\nThe source from which I daily draw my strength\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nGod.", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "MORNING GLORIES.\\nORNING glories, sweet-faced dar-\\nlings,\\nNodding, bending, whisp ring, smiling,\\nEarly come to give me greeting,\\nSay to me, This life is fleeting\\nUp arise, and join our number,\\nWaste not time in idle slumber.\\nAh ye fairies of the morning,\\nDressed in colors of the rainbow;\\nYou but charm me as you re creeping\\nO er my window, at me peeping\\nWoo me, soothe me, till I m dreaming\\nDreams with sweetest fancies teeming.\\nCould I keep you, fairy darlings,\\nBut, like all our earthly pleasures,\\nYou are born but to be dying,\\nSoon in your green caskets lying\\nYet I hope again to meet you,\\nAnd as old-time friends to greet you.\\n9", "height": "2987", "width": "2098", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "Farewell, then, bright morning fairies,\\nTill again sweet summer brings you.\\nBlest the lessons you have taught me,\\nRich the fragrance you have brought me,\\nStill you ll leave me tender thoughts\\nAnd you re my Forget-me-nots.", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "WW\\nTHE ANGEL OF PEACE.\\nSAT in the deepening twilight\\nAnd mused on the problems of\\nearth,\\nTill, soothed by the mystical quiet,\\nMy mind to strange fancies gave\\nbirth.\\nThe nightwind, as tho in caressing,\\nSwayed gently the old poplar tree,\\nWhose light leaves, from slumber\\nawakened,\\nMysteriously whispered to me.\\nThe breath of the bonnie sweet brier,\\nJust kissed by the soft falling dew,\\nCame floating\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the dear, dainty incense\\nAn offering of love pure and true\\nI heard, like a wand rer in dreamland,\\nThe plaintive good-night of a bird,\\nWhile tho ts of a past, half-forgotten,\\nWith tenderest memories stirred\\nAnd then, did I wake? was I dreaming?\\nOr did the great Angel of Calm\\nThrow over my worn, troubled spirit,\\nThe mist of her soul-healing balm\\nTo soothe and refresh? Ah, I know not.\\nNor can mortal lips ever tell\\nii", "height": "2987", "width": "2098", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "Or picture that brief hour of blessing,\\nBut this I can say it is well.\\nFor in that brief hour of my blessing,\\n(Mayhap from the sky of clear blue\\nWhere little stars peeped thro the azure\\nLike flow rets of heaven s own hue),\\nThere came to my heart a sweet presence\\nThat lingers and brings swift release\\nFrom the burdens that else would o erwhelm\\nme\\nYea, even the Angel of Peace.", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "MY HONEY.\\nOULD you like to see a picture of\\nmy Honey as she stands\\nWith her slender, graceful figure\\nand demurely folded hands\\nShe s a queen of course you d know it\\nbut she rules our hearts by love,\\nAnd we think her just an angel, kindly\\nlent us from above.\\nOnly sometimes we discover listen while I whis-\\nper low\\nA wee bit of human nature just enough. Ah,\\nyes you know.\\nBut the picture? I will give it in my poor and\\nfeeble way\\nPlease be patient words oft fail us when an an-\\ngel we d portray.\\nShe s a bonnie, blue-eyed lassie, and to me ex-\\ntremely fair,\\nWith her smile of sunny sweetness, rosy lips, and\\ngold-brown hair\\n13", "height": "2987", "width": "2098", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "Still her charm lies not in beauty (though of that\\nshe has no lack\\nBut a nameless something bother I can t tell\\nI ll take it back\\nI ll not try to paint her portrait I was not an\\nartist born\\nHut she s all that s sweet and lovely, like a beau-\\ntiful May morn,\\nAnd I love her Yes, I love her, and to win her\\nlove I ll try.\\nIf I should succeed ah, rapture If I fail tra\\nla good-by.", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "MEMORY S PICTURES.\\nHEN the busy day is ended,\\nand the twilight shad-\\nows fall,\\nWhen the heart is stirred\\nwith longing for the\\ndays beyond recall\\nThen I trace in memory s\\nalbum, each familiar\\nspot and place,\\nBut one picture holds me captive tis my angel\\nmother s face.\\nAnd in fancy I behold her bending o er my\\ntrundle bed,\\nPraying softly that her darling may in pleasant\\npaths be led.\\nThat her soul may be forever free from taint of sin\\nas now,\\nThat her mother s God be her God and His seal\\nupon her brow.\\nFarther on I see a lassie, older and more wilful\\ngrown,\\nLearning slowly one great lesson life s not made\\nfor self alone.\\n15", "height": "2987", "width": "2098", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "Meeting childish grief and sorrow, very real to\\nchildish heart\\nFinding mother s arms a refuge, learning there the\\nbetter part.\\nThus I find on all the pages traces of a mother s\\ncare.\\nOf a young life kept from evil, through a mother s\\nanswered prayer\\nAnd I ponder till my weary heart is filled with\\nlonging sore\\nFor the mother-love to still protect and shield me,\\nas of yore.\\nOh I wonder if the mothers realize the power\\nthey hold,\\nWhen to them God has entrusted deathless char-\\nacters to mold\\nOr if sometimes grown aweary with the noise of\\nlittle feet,\\nWith the constant childish prattle and the baby\\nvoices sweet:\\nThey forget that in the future grander shall their\\nharvest be,\\nThen the harvest of earth s great ones, who while\\nhere their glory see\\n16", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "And they sigh for something nobler than their\\nev ry day of care,\\nLong for larger fields of action some brave deed\\nto do or dare.\\nPatient mothers with the wee ones looking lovingly\\nat you,\\nFinding in your eyes their heaven greater work\\ncan no one do.\\nAnd to you this world is looking for the vict ry in\\nthe strife,\\nThrough your soldiers trained to battle for the\\npure and true in life.\\nToil on Be ye not discouraged many battles\\nyou have won,\\nAnd a crown awaits your wearing when your\\nearthly life is done.\\nMother name that stands for blessing, (greatest\\ne er to mortals giv n).\\nHome the nation s sure foundation, and the\\ntraining school for heav n.\\n7", "height": "2987", "width": "2098", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "THE LAND OF BY AND BY.\\n^*HEY sing of the land of Pretty\\nSoon,\\nWith its hopes all unfulfilled,\\nWith its dreams of joy not realized,\\nAnd its love which grief has stilled;\\nOf the patient, hopeful waiting\\nFor happiness a boon\\nWhich many crave, but none receive,\\nIn the land of Pretty Soon.\\nI ll sing to you of a better land,\\nThe land of By and By,\\nWhere God shall wipe away all tears\\nThat now bedim the eye.\\nWhere the moans of bitter anguish\\nWill be changed to songs of peace,\\nAnd weary hearts, from burdens sore,\\nWill find a sweet release.\\nWhere the tangled web, which we call life,\\nWill stand out clear and bright,\\nAnd what seem now like broken threads\\nWill prove but changes right.\\nLook up ye weary hearted,\\nThe days are passing by,\\nAnd each one brings you nearer still,\\nTo the land of By and By.\\n18", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "ABIDE IN ME.\\nI^VBIDE in me, O wond rous words\\nand sweet\\nFain would I lie close by the\\nMaster s feet,\\nTill purged of self, and every\\ntaint of sin,\\nHe bids His Holy Spirit enter in\\nThe temple by Him cleansed, and there abide.\\nI am so weak I scarce can raise my eyes\\nTo His dear face, so loving, tender, wise,\\nSo tired am I, I cannot even think,\\nSave this Abide in me and then I sink\\nInto sweet rest, the rest to me God-given.\\nI found not this abiding place, till I\\nWith tears and prayer, sought rest from self on\\nhigh\\nThen came the voice of Jesus, sweet and low,\\nAbide in me, you rest from self shall know\\nLet not your heart be troubled or afraid.\\nSo though I m weak, I ll surely stronger grow,\\nBranch of the Vine, His strength through me\\nshall flow.\\nContentedly I now await His call,\\n(No knowing aught, but Jesus knows it all,)\\nAnd waiting, rest me still, upon His word.\\n19", "height": "2987", "width": "2098", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "DAYDREAMS AND FANCIES.\\nH, the sweet scent of the\\npretty red clover\\nDear meadow roses so\\nfair;\\nHow the rich fragrance\\nis touching my lone\\nheart,\\nOp ning the closed\\nportals there;\\nWak ning to life many dim shadow-spirits,\\nForms that have slumbered so long.\\nStill at her call, and as Memory beckons,\\nCometh a glad, joyous throng.\\nEagerly join I that phantom procession,\\nPart of the dearly loved past;\\nOnce more in fancy my childish days living\\nMem ry, what deep power thou hast\\nNow through green meadows I m straying with\\nKatie,\\nLove of my childhood s lost day,\\nWeaving a garland of sweet clover blossoms,\\nHearing the brooklet s soft lay;", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "Watching the gay fireflies dancing and flitting,\\nHither and thither and yon;\\nStrolling along through the deep purple shadows,\\nWandering dreamily on.\\nHark in stern accents grim Wisdom is speaking,\\nBidding my sweet visions flee.\\nQuickly they vanish, but leave as a token,\\nSweet scented clover for me.\\nWisdom now biddeth me live for the present,\\nCount idle dreaming a sin,\\nCease such vain folly and in the great future\\nStrive well-earned laurels to win.\\nYes, I am listening silent, obedient,\\nSadly I bid them good-bye,\\nDaydreams and fancies. Still Hope s sweet angel\\nSmilingly points to the sky.\\n21", "height": "2987", "width": "2098", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "TIS FUNNY.\\nIS funny how Dame Fashion\\nrules the people of this\\nworld,\\nWith not a ripple in the air if\\nshe says, Sails un-\\nfurled!\\nYou ll see the crowds go\\nrushing by, with sails\\nspread full and wide,\\nBecause tis always wise to be upon the popular\\nside.\\nTis funny how the sterner sex will meekly wear\\nthe yoke\\nOf fashion, whatsoe er it be, and then at women\\ncroak.\\nWhere are our men of middle age, with faces\\nbearded o er?\\nDame Fashion wave her wand and lo they re\\nbeardless youths once more.\\nTis funny but if most of them were in a pas-\\nture seen,\\nThey d be short-lived the cruel cows they are\\nso fond of green.", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "And our young men with flowing locks would\\nearly death engender,\\nBut who d condemn the bovine taste? they look\\nso sweet and tender.\\nTis funny but since I ve begun the funny\\nthings to see,\\nThere s such a multitude of things that funny\\nseem to me,\\nThey crowd me overwhelm me I ll not try to\\ntell the rest\\nOf course you ll think tis funny, but I m very\\nsure tis best.\\n23", "height": "2987", "width": "2098", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "TO SUSIE.\\nUT of the broad expanse of blue\\nInto a narrow way,\\nLet the boat drift, while we sit and\\ntalk\\nOf the happiness of today.\\nThe sloping shores, so thickly fringed\\nWith bush and shrub and tree,\\nAre bowers of green,\\nWhere the sun, I ween,\\nCannot peep at you and me.\\nSlowly and placidly calm waters flow,\\nDown through this sylvan retreat,\\nAnd as we float round the river s bend\\nAh now the picture s complete.\\nTo the busy workers in this world,\\nWho are weary in heart and brain,\\nSnch moments rare,\\nSo free from care,\\nAre like the showers of rain,\\nThat fall on the parched and fevered earth,\\nIn the midst of summer s heat,\\nRefreshing and enabling it\\nTo bring forth fruit complete.\\n24", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "A few glad hours, then tis Good-by, dear,\\nA little sigh of pain\\nThe dream is o er\\nBut forevermore\\nWe ll remember Lovers Lane.\\nfW j\\n25", "height": "2987", "width": "2098", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "RECOLLECTIONS.\\nISTEN to the robin singing,\\nSinging in the maple tree\\nAh, what tender recollections\\nHe is bringing back to me.\\nNow I seem to see the cottage\\nNeath the shade-trees in the\\nlane\\nSee the merry children play-\\nincr\\nHear their voices once again,\\nAs they laugh and shout with pleasure\\nIn their merry, childish glee\\nThere can be no fairer picture\\nThan my childhood s home to me.\\nSunshine, golden bright, is streaming\\nFrom a smiling, azure sky,\\nWhile the little snow-white cloudlets\\nLazily go floating by.\\nYonder are the meadow grasses\\nWaving in the summer breeze\\nAnd the snowy-petaled daisies\\nNodding, whisp ring to the trees.\\n26", "height": "2890", "width": "1991", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "But anon the vision changes.\\nTis the hour of twilight calm,\\nWith the tender hush of nature\\nStealing o er us like a balm\\nAnd the soft, sweet air of evening\\nWith its fragrance, rich and rare.\\nSeeming like the benediction\\nAt the closing of a prayer.\\nJust within the vine-wreathed cottage,\\nLittle white-robed figures glide\\nOne by one, till all are kneeling\\nRev rently by mother s side.\\nJesus, tender Shepherd, hear us,\\nBless thy little lambs tonight,\\nSweetly float the childish voices\\nOut into the dim twilight.\\nBut these tears Why are they falling\\nVanished the sweet vision now,\\nAnd I only hear the robin\\nSinging on the maple bough.\\nYet the tender recollections\\nOf my childhood s happy day,\\nLike the faint perfume of rose-leaves,\\nWe have pressed and laid away,\\n27", "height": "2950", "width": "1953", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "Still will shed their subtle fragrance\\nO er my life, what e er it be,\\nAnd the singing of the robin\\nBring my childhood back to me.\\n28", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "THE DYING CHILD S PLEA.\\nON T go out tonight, dear papa, stay\\n\u00c2\u00a3r/ home with your little girl\\n*For I ve something I must tell you;\\nlisten, please, to little Pearl.\\nYes, I know you re tempted, papa,\\nbut don t go tonight, I pray.\\nYou will have no little daughter when there\\ndawns another day.\\nOh how I have suffered, papa, since you struck\\nthat fearful blow\\nDon t cry, papa, for I love you liquor did it all,\\nI know,\\nBut last night as I was list ning for the coming of\\nyour feet,\\nHeart and head were throbbing wildly, strains of\\nheav nly music sweet\\nSuddenly filled all the silence and I felt a rest\\nand peace\\nO er my weary spirit stealing for I knew it meant\\nrelease,\\nAnd a home in that bright heaven where I have so\\nlonged to be,\\nWith my precious angel mama, yes, a home in\\nheav n for me.\\n29", "height": "2987", "width": "2098", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "But I thought of you, dear papa, and I asked for\\none more day\\nJust to give you this last message, e er my spirit\\npassed away.\\nWhen the gay saloons would lure you with their\\nfalse and glittering light,\\nWhen the awful thirst has seized you and you\\nstruggle with your might,\\nThink of me, your little daughter, pleading with\\nmy dying breath\\nTurn to Jesus He will save you do not die a\\ndrunkard s death.\\nHark Again I hear the music, sounding now so\\nsoft and low,\\nI must leave you, kiss me, papa. Promise me\\nbefore I go.\\nAngels call me good-by, papa. Don t forget\\nyour little Pearl,\\nAnd I pray you heed the last words of your own\\ndear little girl.\\n30", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "DRAW ME CLOSER.\\nORD, I m thine I am not doubting-\\nBut there s closer union still,\\nAnd my heart is something lack-\\ning,\\nThat Thy love alone, can fill.\\nDraw me closer, blessed Jesus,\\nCloser, closer still to Thee,\\nUntil e en Thy gentlest whisper\\nSweetly clear shall sound to me.\\nI am weary with the constant\\nDin and turmoil of the strife,\\nAnd with Thee I fain would linger\\nNear the fount of heav nly life.\\nJesus, Master, long I m calling,\\nDost Thou hear? I m calling Thee.\\nSoftly, sweetly came the answer,\\nAs thy faith, so shall it be.\\n31", "height": "2987", "width": "2098", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "THE CLEANSING OF THE TEMPLE.\\nS$$N accents stern the Saviour s voice was\\nheard,\\nHis soul within by righteous anger\\nstirred\\nMy Father s house shall be a house of\\nprayer,\\nAnd nought of evil find a refuge there.\\nOut hence ye cowards, thieves, think not to ply\\nWithin the sacred courts of God Most High\\nYour dark, unholy trade. With scourge and\\nlash,\\nHe drove them forth, amid the din and clash\\nOf gold and silver from the tables thrown,\\nAnd noise of startled beast, while man alone,\\nAmazed before the mighty power displayed,\\nWas silent. Then, our Saviour, undismayed\\nBy threatening frown or sullen, angry face,\\nMoved calmly on with sweet, majestic grace,\\nAnd where, before, confusion reigned supreme,\\nThe Son of righteousness now shed His beam\\nRejoiced to find, mid solemn stillness there,\\nHis Father s house once more a house of prayer.\\n32", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "SORROW IN HEAVEN.\\nS there sorrow in heaven? Do the\\nangels e er weep?\\nThus queries my heart, as in reverie\\ndeep,\\nI muse on life s problems, its toil\\nand its care,\\nTill my thoughts drift away to the\\nS^^ r home over there,\\nAnd the loved ones who ve crossed over Jordan s\\ndark tide,\\nWith the boatman so pale sitting close by their\\nside:\\nHave the splendors of heaven, its glories untold,\\nSo enraptured their hearts, as its joys they behold.\\nThat they ve never a thought and never a care\\nFor the pain and the grief they have left us to\\nbear.\\nAs we struggle along over life s stormy way,\\nTill our souls are chilled by the mists, cold and\\ngray?\\n33", "height": "2987", "width": "2098", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "When humanity s wail is flung out on the air,\\nHorn of sharp, cruel anguish, and bitter despair,\\nDo their golden harps ring with as joyous a strain,\\nAs they chant Worthy, worthy the Lamb that\\nwas slain?\\nAre their hearts all untouched by the weal or the\\nwoe,\\nOf the thousauds of struggling mortals below?\\nOr does there, at times, mingle with the glad strain,\\nA soft undertone, with a minor refrain,\\nAnd o er the blue sea float the sounds of a song,\\nAs though teardrops were tangled their harp-strings\\namong?\\nAh, heart, cease thy questioning sadly I sigh;\\nAnd seek not for wisdom from one weak as I\\nBut when, in the future thy work shall be done,\\nAnd the Father shall call the wanderer home\\nWhen the soul shall have burst its fast prison bars,\\nAnd w ended its way far beyond the bright stars,\\nThen to thee shall God s plans, like fair lilies, un-\\nfold,\\nAnd heaven s own secrets forever be told.\\n34", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "A PARABLE IN RHYME.\\nHEARD a wee, beautiful birdling\\nPour forth his sweet notes of pure love,\\nAnd listened, entranced, to the singer,\\nI Whose message seemed sent from\\nabow\\nTill no other music could charm me\\nHis blithe song alone could I hear;\\nAnd when he e er ceased from his singing,\\nMy heart, it was filled with strange fear,\\nAnd I heard not the music of songbirds,\\nTho round me they sweetly did sing;\\nI grieved for the voice of my birdling,\\nNaught else to me pleasure could bring,\\nUntil seemed these words plainly spoken\\nOh, wayward heart, cease to repine,\\nAnd wrong not thy God by weak doubtings;\\nHave faith, and the joy shall be thine.\\nThen while thou art waiting, look round thee\\nOn glory of field and of wood,\\nThe sunshine enjoy, and remember,\\nThat all of God s gifts they are good.\\n35", "height": "2987", "width": "2098", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "THE LITTLE WHITE FAIRIES.\\nHE little white fairies came out\\none night,\\nThe little white fairies of Love;\\nGently they beckoned the snow-\\nflakes down\\nFrom the fleecy cloudlets\\nabove:\\n)ur poor mother earth is all\\ncold and bare,\\nBereft of her mantle of green,\\nLet s make her a cov ring so soft and warm,\\nThe fairest that ever was seen.\\nSo all night the snowflakes came fluttering down,\\nCov ring the bare, brown earth;\\nThe little white fairies worked busily, too,\\nAnd laughed with silvery mirth.\\nNext morn when the sun arose in haste,\\nTo flood this world with light.\\nHe thought he had surely made a mistake,\\nIt was such a charming sight;\\nThe earth was arrayed in a pure white robe;\\nThe trees with garlands were hung\\nEach bush and shrub with bright jewels bedecked\\nAs though from fairyland sprung:\\n36", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "Can this be the same earth I left last night,\\nShiv ring and cold and bare,\\nWith autumn winds through leafless trees,\\nLike sound of sobbing prayer?\\nAnd the old earth answered softly, The same,\\nTransformed by the fairies of Love,\\nWho sent her tiny white messengers\\nTo cloudland up above,\\nAnd besought the queen of that airy realm,\\nFrom her ever bounteous store\\nTo spare enough snowrlakes a mantle to make\\nSo they came and covered me o er.\\nAnd so the little white fairies of Love\\nWork ceaselessly day and night,\\nTransforming the ugly things of earth,\\nMaking them pure and bright.\\nWe catch not the rustle of silken wings,\\nWe feel not their perfumed breath\\nBut they glide unseen, bringing blessings untold,\\nAnd are faithful unto death.\\n37", "height": "2987", "width": "2098", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "HE LITTLE BROWN FAIRIES.\\nHEN little brown fairies are out\\naround,\\nYou know by the atmosphere\\nTis dark, and dismal, and damp,\\nand cold,\\nWith never a glimmer of cheer.\\nThe tires burn low, with a slow, sullen glow,\\nThe lights are nickering dim\\nThe wind outside goes oo-oo-oo,\\nThe ocean s waves say bim-m\\nAnd wildly dash on the cold gray shore,\\nIn a madly whirling dance,\\nThen quickly break into thousands of forms.\\nLike spectres playing at Chance.\\nAbove, the low ring and leaden-hued clouds\\nGo hurrying, scurrying by\\nThe trees wave wildly their long, naked arms\\nTowards the dark and threat ning sky,\\nAnd nature seems then to be strongly convulsed,\\nThe elements all in uproar\\nBut little brown fairies just chuckle and laugh,\\nThen plunge into mischief the more.\\n38", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "Nearly ev ry one s cross, and chronic complainers,\\nWho call life a burden, so sore,\\nBewail their sad fate yet more loudly than ever\\nNo mortals so ill-used before.\\nWhenever you find things in this bad condition,\\nBrown fairies are surely about.\\nThey ll capture you, too, if you re not very careful.\\njust mind what I tell you Watch out\\nqp\\n39", "height": "2961", "width": "2055", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "THE SOUL S QUERY.\\nH, tell me Is this life? This rest-\\nless fever\\nSo filled with visions dark and\\nspectres gaunt\\nWhere vice so boldly flaunts her gilded\\nbanner,\\nAnd sorrows, like pale ghosts, our\\nmem ries haunt\\nWhere faces, wreathed in smiles, are masks that\\ncover\\nThe hearts whose ceaseless aching naught can\\nstill\\nAnd careless jests and laughter are the requiem\\nOf hopes the future never will fulfill?\\nOr shall we sometime, earth born clay discard-\\ning,\\nLike butterflies emerge in beauteous guise,\\nAnd joyous in our freedom from the fetters,\\nDisport ourselves in some fair paradise\\nWhere tears, blood of the soul, shall fall, no,\\nnever\\n40", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "Where hearts for faithlessness shall never bleed;\\nWhere mis ry phantom grim can never enter,\\nAnd souls, grief-filled, shall ne er for mercy\\nplead?\\nThere reveling in beauty never-fading,\\nSweet sounds of music falling on the ear,\\nThe senses steeped in ecstasy of living,\\nEach heart receiving what it holds most dear\\nAnd love in all its joy and bliss, fulfilling\\nThe dreams of earth, those shadows of the real,\\nThat mock us with their swiftly-fleeting visions\\nOf happiness we crave, but never feel\\nShall we forget amid the joyous present,\\nThe past with all its somber, leaden hue,\\nAnd live and love throughout the vast forever?\\nOh tell me, soul of mine, can this be true\\n4i", "height": "2961", "width": "2055", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "THE ANSWER.\\nPOOR weary one, why dwell among the\\nshadows\\nWhy pitch your tent within the valley\\ndark?\\nWhy linger mid the loathsome, wretched seeming,\\nWhere sorrow e er abides and all but hark\\nDo you not hear Love s voices calling calling,\\nIn joyous tones like sound of silver bells,\\nBeloved, come with me into the sunshine?\\nAh, how the music of the voices swells.\\nLook Yonder is a multitude, ascending\\nThe Mount of Joy, whose summit, bathed in\\nlight\\nThat glows and sparkles with a thousand splendors,\\nProclaims a land where comes no darksome\\nnight.\\nThere, those whom weary hearts are ever seeking\\nThe sisters, Peace and Happiness do dwell\\nThere Malice, Envy, Hate, can never enter,\\nFor Charity doth guard the portal well\\nAnd cars, now closed to earthly sounds discordant,\\nList ever to the music of the spheres,\\nWhose harmony the King Himself prepared.\\nBefore the birth of earth s swift, fleeting years.\\n42", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "Yet, listen once again. Arise and follow.\\nPoor, timid one, fear not the scourging- rod,\\nBut know you, that Love s voices calling, calling,\\nAre but the echoes of the voice of God?\\naMfc\\n43", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "Alleluia\\nEASTER.\\n1ST the Easter joy-bells, ringing, ring-\\ning.\\nAh, the blessed news. Peal out, ye\\nbells\\nAlleluia Alleluia saying,\\nGlad the story your sweet music tells;\\nDeath and hell no longer are\\ntriumphant,\\nChrist has triumphed and He\\nreiometh Kino;\\nswell the chorus hierher,\\nWhile glad hearts their loving off rings bring.\\nEaster sunshine has a golden glory\\nWhich to other days is never known\\nEaster flowers are fairer than their sisters,\\nWith a richer fragrance, all their own\\nFor the glorious Easter day but hallows\\nAll within its sacred precincts brought,\\nWith a mystic, tender, solemn sweetness,\\nLike the resurrection lessons taught.\\nRing, ye bells; chime out the wondrous story!\\nChrist has risen Tell it o er and o er.\\n14", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "Christ, the grave has robbed of all its terrors,\\nKing of kings, He opens heaven s door.\\nWeary souls look up, shout Alleluia\\nKnow ye not the victory is won?\\nAlleluia Easter song of triumph\\nGlory be to Father, Spirit, Son\\n45", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "NOW.\\nF you ve a dime to give a needy\\nbrother.\\nDon t keep it till the good im-\\npulse you smother,\\nBut go at once your gift may\\nbring another.\\nNOW IS THE TIME.\\nIf you know where a kind word\\nshould be spoken,\\nDon t linger till the waiting heart is broken,\\nBut hasten forth to give Love s kindly token,\\nNOW IS THE TIME.\\nIf you ve dear ones upon your love depending,\\nDon t wait till God in mercy brings an ending\\nTo lives made barren by your harsh unbending.\\nNOW IS THE TIME.\\nIf you haye faith in God, the great Creator,\\nDon t hide your colors like a craven traitor;\\nJust be a man, and don t to weakness cater.\\nN()W IS THE TIME.\\n46", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOWLESS HOME.\\nIS true, dear heart, that clouds\\nwill come,\\nThe while we sojourn here,\\nBut we would prize the sunshine\\nless\\nIf skies were always clear.\\nThe flowers would never turn to fruit\\nWithout the showers of rain\\nNor human hearts be aught without\\nThe discipline of pain.\\nVet sweet it is to know, that when\\nThe school of life is past,\\nThe needful lessons all are learned,\\nAnd we are home at last,\\nThat ne er a. shadow, then, dear heart,\\nWill fall athwart our way;\\nBut perfect joy and peace abide\\nThroughout an endless day.\\n47", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "LOVING SERVICE.\\nREAM not the sunny hours away,\\nBe up and doing ever,\\nFor life is short and after life,\\nThere comes the vast Forever.\\nAnd sigh not greater work to do,\\nA word that s kindly spoken,\\nA smile, a glance, may help to heal\\nThe heart that s nearly broken.\\nIf Happiness should dwell with you.\\nOr Sorrow be your guest,\\nIt matters not, put self aside.\\nAnd bravely do your best.\\nThe sunshine shed on other lives\\nWill surely gild your own,\\nAnd harvest time will bring to you\\nThe seed which you have sown.\\nThen haste to do the Master s work,\\nThe cup of water giving.\\nAnd soon with thankful heart you ll rind\\nThat life is worth the living.\\nDream not the sunny hours away,\\nBe up and doing ever,\\nFor life is short and after life,\\nThere comes the vast Forever.\\n48", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "ALMOST HUMAN.\\nNOISY old fellow that bumble-bee is,\\nSaid a butterfly bright, one day\\n1 He buzzes away,\\nAs much as to say\\nI cannot delay,\\nGet out of my way\\nFor I am sole monarch of all I survey.\\nMiss Butterfly would be quite pretty indeed,\\nThe honey-bee said to the wasp,\\nIf not quite so gay,\\nAnd fickle they say\\nShe dances all day,\\nAs though life were play,\\nWith ne er a December, but always a May. v\\nSaid the snail What a worker the honey-bee\\nis!\\nAnd the beetle replied, Oh yes\\nA worker, I guess,\\nBut vain of his dress,\\nAnd stings more or less\\nNow I must confess,\\nI like to see all people what they profess.\\n4 49", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "Sighed the snail in. return: This world is all\\nwrong\\nI wonder how long it will last.\\nIn days that are past,\\nNo slurs could be cast,\\nFor no one was fast,\\nBut all would be classed\\nAs good for they were good now I m\\naghast.\\nA little brown bug, who was passing that way,\\nHeard them talking and stopped in affright\\nYou re in a sad plight,\\nLook up for the light\\nThe world is all right,\\nJust fly your own kite\\nDo good and be happy. Goodnight, good-\\nnight.\\n50", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "AN INVALID S LULLABY.\\nj^- HEN the day s broad glare is soft-\\nened\\nInto dim and purple light,\\nIfJfJd? In that hour of mystic quiet,\\nJust before the shades of night,\\nLay thine head upon thy\\npillow,\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0i%\\\\ As upon a mother s breast\\nGuardian angels, unseen watchers,\\nShall draw near and give the rest.\\nNay, thou mayst not see them, hear them\\n(Not to mortal ears they sing\\nBut thou It feel their blessed presence\\nBy the joy and peace they bring.\\nThen, dear heart, when soothed and rested\\nFrom the tumult of the day,\\nSend a thought of love and blessing\\nTo the absent one, I pray;\\nAnd amid the joyous silence,\\nMid the calm and happy peace,\\nLet thy soul from tho ts of sorrow\\nFind a full and sweet release;\\n51", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "And when night, all silent, tender\\nWraps her mantle o er the earth,\\nClose thine eyelids, sweetly slumber\\nTill swift Time to Day gives birth.\\nHush-a-bye, lullaby, rest thee, my dear,\\nHush-a-bye, lullaby, angels are near.\\nOff into Dreamland now hie thee away\\nLeave not its borders till break of the day.\\nHush-a-bye, lullaby, God will thee keep,\\nHush-a-bye, lullaby, sleep, sweetly sleep.\\n52", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "FAITH S TRIUMPH.\\nT is easy to be trustful when the sun\\nis shining bright,\\nWhen the birds are singing gaily and\\nthere s not a cloud in sight\\nWhen the stream of life flows smoothly\\nand but ripples can be seen,\\nDancing, sparkling in the beauty of\\nthe sunlight s golden sheen.\\nBut when smiling skies are hidden by\\ndense clouds of leaden gray,\\nWhen the wind is moaning sadly, and the birds\\nhave flown away,\\nWhen the stream of life is dashing, with an angry,\\nsullen roar,\\nFlinging like frail, broken baubles wrecks of\\nruined hopes ashore,\\nCan the faith of hearts grow brighter, and their\\ntrust remain secure,\\nWhen amid the storms and wreckage Satan s\\ntempting wiles allure?\\nListen, soul, for He has spoken, who is God and\\nLord of all,\\nThen in lowly rev rence bending, plead with him\\nwho hears thy call.\\n53", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "Peace, my peace, give I unto thee, be not\\ntroubled or afraid,\\nNever shalt thou fail or falter, if on me thy trust\\nis stayed.\\nTho the storm clouds gather darkly, and the\\nangry billows roar,\\nYet amid the raging tumult thou shalt sing, and\\nnever more\\nCan the storms of earth alarm thee, calmly sweet\\nthy life shall be,\\nFor in perfect peace I ll keep him him whose\\nmind is stayed on me.\\n54", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "LINES\\nWRITTEN ON THE DEATH OF THE YOUNGEST CHILD\\nOF MR. AND MRS. WM. SMITH.\\nHE gates of heaven opened,\\nEmitting floods of light,\\nAnd slowly forth an angel came,\\nArrayed in raiment white.\\nHis mission was to do good\\nThe Father bade him go,\\nTo lighten human suffering,\\nTo lessen guilt and woe.\\nHe comforted the weary,\\nGave courage to the weak\\nAnd led souls gently onward,\\nThe better part to seek.\\nA young and lovely infant\\nLay in his mother s arms,\\nUnheeding the sweet lullaby\\nWith which a mother charms.\\nThe angel glided in unseen,\\nO er the suff rer bended low,\\nAnd wept that childhood s innocence\\nMust ever suffer so.\\n55", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "Then raised his head, while on his face\\nA light from Heaven shone,\\nAnd said, He must not stay to suffer here,\\nI ll take him for mine own.\\nThe little form lay silent\\nA waxen image fair\\nBut though the casket still was bright,\\nThe jewel was not there.\\nStilled were the moans of anguish,\\nA look of sweetest peace\\nO erspread his little countenance,\\nAs though twere glad release.\\nThen mourn not without ceasing,\\nYour loss will be his gain\\nYou have a treasure now in Heaven,\\nPure, spotless, without stain.\\nAnd where your cherished treasure is,\\nThere, too, your hearts will be,\\nEver with Him who so lovingly says,\\nLet the little ones come unto Me.\\n56", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "THE NIGHT WIND.\\nS I listen to the night wind\\nWhispering, sighing midst\\nthe trees,\\nO er me steals a mystic feel-\\ning,\\nHalf of sadness, half of\\nease\\nFor there s something\\nstrangely soothing?\\nSomething that can charm and please,\\nIn the murmuring of the night wind\\nAs it sighs among the trees.\\nOftentimes when weary hearted,\\nI have listened to the spell\\nOf its weird, bewitching music,\\n(Sweeter far than tongue can tell)\\nListened till my heart grew calmer,\\nAnd upon the breeze s swell\\nThere seemed borne these words of comfort\\nCourage all will yet be well.\\nOh, it whispers fairy tidings\\nOf strange lands beyond the sea,\\nAnd of things both grand and lovely,\\nOft it bringeth word to me\\n57", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "Yet at times tis sadly mournful,\\nLike some wandering refugee,\\nWailing, moaning alway, ever,\\nO er its wretched misery.\\nBut the sound that I e er loved best\\nIs the soft and gentle sigh,\\nSeeming, in its magic sweetness,\\nLike a plaintive lullaby\\nOr like angels whisp ring to me\\nOf that home beyond the sky,\\nWhere God shall wipe away all tears\\nThat now bedim the eye.\\n58", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "DID YOU?\\nID you ever stop an listen, on a pleasant\\nsummer night,\\nWhen th skies were blue above\\nyou, an th stars were shinin\\nbright,\\nWhen th moon smiled down upon you in a\\nsort o lovin way,\\nBringin 1 to your mind strange fancies things\\nyour mother used to say,\\nAnd you threw yourself, contented, on th cool\\nearth at your feet,\\nWith th grasses wavin round you, an th clover\\nblossoms sweet\\nLayin there an gazin dreamy-like, it seemed\\nto you,\\nThat this earth was most a heaven that your\\nmother s words were true\\nAn you felt your heart a soft nin th years\\nseemed to melt away,\\nTakin with em all th hardness that had marked\\nyour manhood s day,\\nLeavin just a wondrous quiet, an you lay so calm\\nand still,\\n59", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "Half awake an half a dreamin drinkin beauty to\\nyour fill,\\nWhile th orchestra of nature played a sweet\\nunwritten tune,\\nAn th fire-flies flashed like rubies on th emerald\\nrobe of June\\nDid you ever look and listen, on a pleasant sum-\\nmer night,\\n(While th sights an sounds of nature filled your\\nheart with sweet delight,)\\nTill you kind o tho t, that after all, taint chance\\nwork that we see,\\nBut that back of all th beauty a great Master-mind\\nmust be,\\nAn somehow you swelled out bigger, felt your-\\nself more of a man\\nWhen you tho t yourself a portion of th great\\nCreator s plan,\\nAn there came queer tho ts and feelin s that you\\ncan t express no, never,\\nOnly peaceful-like, an soothin an but, say\\nnow, did you ever?\\n60", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "LOVE S OFFERING.\\nTO R. BELLE COOKE.\\nV VE a little word to give you,\\nDearie mine,\\nI will lay affection s off ring,\\nAt your shrine.\\nWill you cherish it with care,\\nFor the tender love I bear?\\nWill you smile and think it fair,\\nDearie mine?\\nHad I but a magic wand,\\nDearie mine,\\nEv ry gift, yea, ev ry blessing\\nShould be thine.\\nI would give you wealth untold,\\nFame s fair honors you should hold,\\nLove that never would grow cold,\\nDearie mine.\\nBut since I have not get the power,.\\nDearie mine,\\nGifts to bring^you, I ll pray,\\nLove divine,\\nTo shed blessings on your way,\\nMake life brighter, day by day,\\nTill you bask in heav n s own ray,.\\nDearie mine.\\n61", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "---SJ?\\nPLEADING.\\nOU tell me that you love me, dear,\\nYou say your heart is mine\\nThat life could hold no fairer gift,\\nThan this that I am thine.\\nYou whisper that you ll love, dear,\\nThrough all the coming years\\nAnd, yet sometimes your absence grieves,\\nYour thoughtless words bring tears.\\nThis life is all uncertain, dear,\\nSoon may the angel, Death,\\nHis chill hand place upon my heart\\nAnd still its feeble breath.\\nAh, should you see me lying, dear,\\nIn calm and dreamless sleep,\\nWith folded hands above my breast,\\nYou could but choose to weep.\\nAnd looking on my dead face, dear,\\nYou d wonder could it be,\\nThat e en your tend rest words of love\\nWould not awaken me\\nAnd you would say if once more, dear,\\nI would come back to you,\\nNo unkind word, no thoughtless deed,\\nShould grieve a heart so true.\\n62", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "But then twould be too late then, dear,\\nYour words would be in vain\\nFor I would be far, far beyond\\nThe reach of grief or pain.\\nAnd o er your life of sunshine, dear.\\nA shadow would be cast,\\nAnd like sad, restless phantoms, drift\\nThe mem ries of the past.\\nThe thoughtless word once spoken, dear,\\nIs gone beyond recall,\\nThe deed of kindness left undone,\\nTwas needed most of all.\\nOh leave not your sweet off rings, dear,\\nFor my cold, silent clay,\\nBut bring them now to lighten all\\nThe burden of today.\\n65", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "CHRISTMAS-TIDE.\\nHE Christmas-tide is coming, the beau-\\ntiful Christmas-tide,\\nIts wealth of joy and blessing scatter-\\ning far and wide.\\nThe children s faces brighten, and\\nhappy smiles appear,\\nAt thoughts of merry Christmas and bounteous\\ngood cheer\\nWhile visions of filled stockings, of loaded Christ-\\nmas trees,\\nOf Santa Claus, the children s friend, who knows\\njust how to please,\\nCome dancing in bright pictures before their daz-\\nzled eyes,\\nAnd little hearts grow eager, with thoughts of\\nsome surprise.\\nBut to God s older children, it brings a deeper\\nthrill,\\nIn reverential gladness we muse and think until\\nIt seems we hear the chorus of Peace, good will\\nagain,\\nThe same the shepherds sang that night, on bold\\nJudea s plain.\\n64", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "Glory to God in the highest chanted the\\nangelic throng\\nThe first that ever, by mortal ears, was heard of\\nheaven s song.\\nGlory to God in the highest, Peace upon earth\\nand good will,\\nHow our hearts throb as we read the sweet story,\\nwonderful, beautiful still.\\nGlory to God in the highest List! angels\\nare chanting the strain.\\nGlory to God in the highest let mortals take\\nup the refrain\\nFor unto earth s sorrowing children a Saviour was\\nborn that day,\\nA King, although low in a manger, a weak, help-\\nless infant he lay.\\nAh, grand were the words that were spoken to\\nshepherds that Christmas night,\\nAnd ever the old sweet story will fill our sad\\nhearts with delight.\\nGlory to God in the highest we ll sing the\\nglad message until\\nFrom around God s throne re-echo the tones of\\nPeace, peace, good will.\\n65", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "LONGING.\\nH, for the scent of the\\nblossoming locusts,\\nOh, for the smell of\\nthe new-mown hay,\\nOh, just to hear the\\ntree toads holler\\nThe katydids sing in\\nthe same old way\\nThey did, when in\\nboyhood I used to wander\\nAround through the fields of the old home farm,\\nAnd back to the little red house on the hillside,\\nThat sheltered us safely from ev ry harm!\\nOh, for the sound of the brooklet s soft babble,\\nA sight of the banks fringed with violets rare,\\nOh, for a glimpse of a barefooted maiden,\\nThe glint of the sun in her golden-brown hair!\\nFor ah, since they laid her to rest neath the daisies\\nThe world s not the same, and I cannot be gay,\\nAnd I long, Oh, I long for the scenes of my\\nchildhood,\\nOnce more a boy to be, just for a day!\\n66", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "67", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "TIRED.\\ndRED, oh, so tired of the\\nstruggle\\nLonging for quiet and rest.\\nYea, even now to be gath-\\nered,\\nBeautiful Earth, to thy\\nbreast.\\nList to thy children, Hu-\\nmanity\\nHear st thou the moan and the wail,\\nRising from hearts torn with anguish,\\nBeaten by foes that assail\\nBitter the cup of their sorrow,\\nVainly they seek for relief,\\nFalsehood and malice and envy,\\nAdding a sting to their grief.\\nTired, oh, so tired of the struggle\\nLonging to lie down and rest.\\nLike a dear mother now fold me,\\nBeautiful Earth, to thy breast.\\n69", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "HE FUNERAL OF THE FLOWERS.\\nHERE are the flowers, the pretty\\nflowers,\\nThat bloomed so fair and bright?\\nWhat can have changed the dar-\\nlings so\\nIn just a single night?\\nBut yesterday they reared their heads\\nIn lovely, smiling bloom\\nToday the entire garden wears\\nAn air of deepest gloom.\\nLast night while all the earth was bathed\\nIn floods of silvery light,\\nInto the garden fair there came\\nAn elfin plumaged knight.\\nHis words as honey, smooth and sweet,\\nHis voice was soft and low,\\nHis manner bore the subtile charms\\nThat only such can know.\\n1 He begged to kiss, just once to kiss\\nThe dainty faces sweet,\\nHe plead for this one boon to make\\nHis happiness complete\\n70", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "And in return each flower should wear\\nA shimmering robe of white,\\nAnd sparkle as with rarest gems\\nA queen of beauty bright.\\nThey yielded to the tempter s power,\\nThey felt his icy breath,\\nTheir hearts were chilled,\\nToo late, alas they knew the kiss meant death.\\nThe shimmering robes of white they donned\\nThey were but burial shrouds\\nAnd murmuring, Farewell, Mother Earth,\\nIn dreamless sleep they bowed.\\nThen all next day the raindrops fell\\nLike tears from mourners eyes\\nThe wind a plaintive requiem sung,\\nWith sobs and wails and sighs.\\nThe birdlings songs were hushed, no sound\\nOf joy through weary hours,\\nBut deepest, solemn silence twas\\nThe funeral of the flowers.\\n7i", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "MEETINGS BY THE WAY.\\nLAID upon my pillow a fevered,\\naching brain\\nI thought of all life s mysteries,\\nits toil and grief and pain\\nOf how the hours of sunshine so\\nsoon are chased away\\nBy lowering clouds of sorrow,\\nthat darken all the day\\nMy heart was heavy burdened,\\nit seemed I could not bear\\nThe load of grief and sorrow, the anxious thought\\nof care\\nI cried with eager longing for rest from pain and\\nstrife,\\nYea, e en so tired and weary I to say farewell\\nto life.\\nThen through the lonely silence ah, how the\\nburdens pressed\\nI heard these words of comfort, Come unto me\\nand rest.\\nThe tumult ceased, and in my soul by earthly\\nstorms so torn\\nThere was a calm. I rested, and for joys I ceased\\nto mourn.\\n72", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "Now, when the road of life becomes too rough for\\nweary feet;\\nThe burdens heavy to be borne, I ll steal away to\\nmeet\\nMy Saviour, and in pastures green, beside still\\nwaters flow,\\nIn converse sweet I ll find the peace that weary\\nsouls may know,\\nAnd then, refreshed, I ll toil along the journey, day\\nby day,\\nAnd heaven gain, because of these sweet meetings\\nby the way.\\n73", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "REJOICE.\\nGAIN the spring return eth\\nAgain we hear the voice\\nOf nature s children, swelling\\nThe chorus grand, Rejoice!\\nfor\\n-th.\\nRejoice\\nmother,\\nIs waking from her sleep.\\nRejoice comes from the\\nhill-tops,\\nFrom vale and woodland deep.\\nThe swelling bud, the springing grass,\\nTo us would seem to say,\\nPraise God for though our sleep was long\\nWe live again today.\\nAnd ye, O man, ye too shall live\\nAlthough ye fall asleep,\\nIt will not last forever\\nGod will his promise keep.\\nThen join with nature s children,\\nAnd the glad anthem swell\\nRejoice ye have a Father,\\nWho doeth all things well.\\n74", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "LOOK IN THE RIGHT\\nDIRECTION.\\nDME folks ar alius tellin that\\nthis world is full of woes,\\nAn someone s alius treadin on\\nther heels er on ther toes;\\nThey grumble, fuss and fidget\\nan git in an awful stew\\nThey make themselves jest mis-\\ner ble an other people\\nWhew\\nThey ll run a Sunday mile an\\nmore, ter keep out of th way\\nOf sech poor, silly, babblin tongues. Can t blame\\nem fer it. Say\\nI ll tell ,yer of a homely -truth, thet straight was\\nbrung ter me:\\nIt matters not how dark th world, some sun-\\nshine yer will see\\nIf yer look in the right direction.\\nSome folks ar alius lookin up, an some are\\nlookin down,\\nAn some, yer know, fer others faults ar alius\\nlookin roun\\n75", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "An others, still, ar lookin at th clothes a feller\\nwears,\\nSech ones ain t worth th mindin an fer them\\nnobody cares)\\nBut never mind what others do, t won t help your\\ncase along\\nJust paddle now yer own canoe an sing out clear\\nan strong.\\nTho all th world looks dark an drear, don t give\\nin to th blues.\\nThere s light somewhere, you ll find it so, if com-\\nmon sense you use\\nAn look in th right direction.\\nCZZZD\\n76", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "TWILIGHT MUSINGS.\\nN the fitful, gleaming firelight,\\nI sit musing all alone,\\nWhile the wind, outside, is\\nchanting in weird, minor un-\\ndertone\\nAnd the raindrops plash and\\ntinkle gainst my window, as\\nin vain\\nThey are seeking, like strange\\nelfins, entrance to my fair domain.\\nOn the wall the rlick ring shadows sway and mingle\\nas they go\\nBackward, forward, hither, thither in a phantom\\ndance, and lo\\nFrom the book-lined shelves forth stepping comes\\na strange-assorted throng,\\nFamous ones of past and present heroes, both of\\nwar and song\\nAnd I smile to see staid Lincoln shaking hands\\nwith good Bill Nye\\ngrand Shakespeare complimenting Ella\\nWheeler Wilcox. I\\nAnd\\n77", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "Can but listen in amazement to the words of\\nWilliam Penn,\\nMr. Ingersoll, thou st solved it. What dost\\nthink of now and then?\\nYonder Frances Willard s lab ring with St. Paul:\\nTis a mistake.\\nWomen should not aye keep silence. Let them\\nrightful places take.\\nAnd Mark Twain but grins and chuckles waiting\\nto give each a hit\\nWhile the eye of Thomas Kempis silently rebukes\\nsuch wit.\\nListen strains of softest music float and tremble\\non the air,\\nLike the sound of angels sighing, grieving o er\\nearth s pain and care.\\nChanging now to theme majestic, wave on wave\\nharmonious roll,\\nTill in ecstasy my spirit quivers, yea, my prisoned\\nsoul\\nLongs to burst restraining fetters and explore the\\ngreat unknown\\nBorne beyond all thought of earth -life by the\\nmusic s mystic tone\\n78", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "And I turn my head in wonder who the artist,\\ngreat, may be,\\nWhen I find bold daylight staring with unblinking\\neyes at me.\\nAll my guests have left me, vanished, and before\\nthe empty grate\\nI sit staring, and the wind mocks, Learn an idle\\ndreamer s fate.\\nBut I heed not. Would I lose them, dreams and\\nfancies that oft cheer?\\nNay, I ll cling more closely to them, they shall be\\ncompanions dear.\\nWhen the cold world shrugs its shoulders, mis-\\nconstrues, misunderstands,\\nI ll retire within my castle, bolt the door gainst\\nall demands,\\nCall to me my loyal subjects, o er my dreamland\\nhold full sway,\\nAnd in atmosphere congenial pass the happy hours\\naway.\\n79", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "TH BEES AIR. A SWARMIN\\ni |3333^fce\u00c2\u00a33| H bees air a swarmin El-\\nviry, come quick,\\nAn git my big hat an white\\nNo knowin where them\\npesky critters 11 light\\nIn tree top, or on a fence\\nrail.\\nCome, hurry Elviry, they re\\nmakin a fuss\\nAn off fer th meader, I vow\\nEr no they re a pintin fer that apple tree,\\nAn e en a most on the top bough\\nThey re mighty high-minded, but what s the use\\nOf them goin a way off up there\\nIf bees air as knowin as some people think,\\nThey act rather queer, I declare\\nWell, Viry, that means some tall climbin for you,\\nGood thing you re as spry as a cat,\\nFer my jints won t stand what they would years\\nago,\\nThere s no way of gittin round that.\\nNow sweeten some water an give em a dose,\\nYou ll find it ll work like a charm\\n80", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "They ll think thet they re just struck a hull\\nsugar bush,\\nRight here on this old apple farm.\\nGo stiddy, Elviry, it s ticklish work,\\nA carryin a pail up thet tree,\\nAn if you should tumble, pail, water an all,\\nI m thinkin just where might I be,\\nFer them little critters they aint very shy,\\nThe fact is they sometimes git bold.\\nBut then they re intelligent, so the books say,\\nAn work by a plan, we air told.\\nYou ready, Elviry? Wal, take yer whisk broom\\nAn give em a sweet-water shower,\\nWhile I stan back here for a minit an rest,\\nAn wipe off th sweat. Tis an hour\\nSence they left th hive, an I reckon it s time\\nThey s gettin to bizness. Don t stop,\\nBut keep on a sprinklin an I ll scoop em down,\\nThis bee catcher 11 reach to the top.\\nWe ll soon have em landed, an taint sech a job,\\nWe re gittin em good, we air, now\\nI tell you that bees is a good deal like folks,\\nThey re all right if you jest know how ovv ow\\nThere s bees in my bonnet Elviry, come quick\\nJehosaphat Jimminy Oh h, h\\nSi", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "Now don t stand there starin Git this off my\\nhead\\nI haint no one-horse circus show.\\nIf you had a done as I told you to first,\\nI wouldn t hev ben in this muss.\\nMy head s swellin bigger n a barrel, I know.\\nI don t often make a great fuss,\\nBut, good law s-a-mighty talk about pain\\nThis here ll make most any man beg.\\nIt s wuss n th toothache and Viry I I\\nI fergot to tie down my pant legs,\\nAn they re goin up em Now what shall I do\\nAn one s goin straight down my back\\nElviry git round here Come, don t be so slow,\\nJest give im a good, thumpin whack\\nThat s it Don t I wish them fool fellers was\\nhere,\\nThet write about what they don t know\\nJest put one in my place an he d change his tune,\\nAn wouldn t I stan here and crow to\\nElviry, I vum, there s some more startin out.\\nThey ken go, too, fer all that I care,\\nAn John than ken hive his own bees arter this.\\nI m mad nuff to e en a most swear,\\nAn me a good deacon fer nigh twenty year,\\n82", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "I tell you Och Durn it all There\\nThey talk about Job such a good patient\\nman\\nThey may call him a saint if they please,\\nBut one thing I know, an you can t fool me\\nthar,\\nThat old man Job never kept bees.\\ncp^\\n83", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "LITTLE NELL\\nniiiii 1 J\\niii^i 111\\nARK I hear the raindrops falling,\\nLittle Nell\\nAnd the wind is sighing, sobbing,\\nThrough the dell\\np^- Where you used to love to stray\\nP^S^f([ But the brooklet,s ceased to\\nxT piay\\nIt but sings a mournful lay,\\nLittle Nell.\\nOh, the days are dark and lonely,\\nLittle Nell\\nSince you left us, e en the flowers you\\nLoved so well\\nAll have drooped their heads and died,\\nAnd the dark ning shadows glide\\nEver, ever at my side,\\nLittle Nell.\\nDo you hear me in yon Heaven,\\nLittle Nell\\nWhen I call you, vainly call, and\\nTry to tell\\n84", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "How my aching heart makes moan\\nSince you left me here alone,\\nAnd the world has dreary grown,\\nLittle Nell?\\nAre you happy, are you happy,\\nLittle Nell?\\nDo the angels sweetest words of\\nComfort tell\\nDo you never think of me,\\nLong to set my spirit free,\\nThat together we might be,\\nLittle Nell\\nJoy The angels now are calling,\\nLittle Nell.\\nCalling me to join the one I\\nLoved so well.\\nAh our souls too close had grown,\\nAnd I could not live alone\\nYes, I m coming to mine own,\\nLittle Nell.\\n85", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "AT CLOSE OF DAY OR A THOUGHT FOR\\nEVENTIDE.\\nHE twilight hour draws on apace,\\nThat hour of sweetest calm,\\nAnd evening, with its tender hush,\\nFalls like a healing balm\\nO er all the world, so wearied with\\nThe tumult of the day\\nAnd gladly earth s frail children now\\nThe homeward call obey.\\nThe day is going home to God.\\nBefore the shades of night\\nIt flees, and silent wings its way\\nToward the realms of light,\\nWhere, soon before the Great White Throne\\nA record it will give\\nOf words and deeds aye, yours and mine,\\nFor therefore did it live.\\nOh let us strive into each hour\\nSome loving deed to place,\\nSome little, tender, helpful word,\\nSome ministry of grace,\\nThat when the day goes home, to God,\\nA record it may bear\\nOf burdens eased and hearts made glad,\\nOur crown of blessing there.\\n86", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "THE UNBROKEN CIRCLE.\\nWritten for Rev. and Mrs. John Van Antwerp on their fifty-first\\nwedding anniversary.\\nROM the bustle and din of this great\\nbusy world,\\nFrom the sorrow, the care, and the\\nstrife,\\nWe have turned us aside, a brief season\\nto dream\\nO er the beautiful mem Vies of life.\\nLong, long years ago, when love wa\\nas sweet\\nAs the dew in the heart of a rose,\\nWhen vows that were spoken were tender and true\\nAs the soul of a child in repose,\\nThe great loving God watching o er this fair earth,\\nAnd seeing two lives incomplete,\\nWith infinite wisdom, trained, guided, and taught\\nTill each for the other was meet,\\nAnd the two were made one. Ah, blest was the\\nday\\nWhose mem ry we now celebrate,\\nFor the love that was pledged in its purity then\\nNe er swerved from its lofty estate.\\n87", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "As years glided by two wee sunbeams there came\\nTo brighten and cheer the home nest,\\nAnd teach yet more fully God s lesson of love,\\nThe truest, the purest, the best.\\nBut old Father Time neither falter nor halts\\nAnd now on the journey of life\\nThey ve passed many milestones, and oft back-\\nward glance\\nO er the years that with blessings were rife.\\nAnd still is the circle unbroken. Once more\\nWe meet round the family hearth\\nTo exchange loving greetings and bind old home\\nties,\\nThe sweetest, the dearest on earth.\\nWith reverent hearts we give joyful thanks\\nAccept them, O Father of love,\\nAnd when freed from earth we will still sing thy\\npraise\\nIn an unbroken circle above.\\n88", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "A MESSAGE.\\nH lips, so slow to warm to love s\\ncaress,\\nOh hearts, that beat so faintly\\nlives to bless,\\nOh ears, that hear but moans of\\ndire distress,\\nOh eyes, that will not see God s tenderness,\\nAwake and learn the truth. The Heavens so fair,\\nThe flowers that rling their perfume on the air,\\nThe birds, with warbled melody so rare,\\nYea one and all, that God is love, declare.\\n89", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "LINES\\nOn the death of Mr. Samuel T. Cooke, who died August 17, 1883, in his\\nninety-first year.\\nHEN the shadows of the twi-\\nlight\\nDeepened into starry night,\\nAnd the busy day was ended,\\nHeavenward took his spirit\\nflight.\\nSons and daughters clustered\\nround him,\\nLoving friends were gathered near\\nSeeking some last aid to offer,\\nAnd his dying hours to cheer.\\nIt was meet that he should leave us\\nIn the hush and calm of night\\nHe had passed life s busiest season\\nPassed the glare of noonday light,\\nAnd had gained the shady pathway,\\nReached the deep, dark river s brim,\\nWhere he stood and calmly waited\\nTill the summons came for him\\n9", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "To join his well-beloved\\nFriends and kindred gone before\\nTo that bright and blessed country\\nWhere sad partings are no more.\\nGod in heaven, help and comfort\\nThose whose hearts with anguish burn\\nOh, deal gently in thy mercy\\nFather, mother, both are gone,\\nAnd our souls are filled with sorrow,\\nYet shall we not be alone\\nFor Lo, /am with you ahvay,\\nAre the words of thy dear Son.\\nQfr\\n9", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "GOD S POWER.\\nHE power of God What words\\ncan ever tell\\nOf that vast power, within whose\\ndepths there dwell\\nUndreamed of riches, blessings\\nall untold,\\nAnd mysteries just waiting to\\nunfold\\nTheir secrets rare, to man s ex-\\npectant heart,\\nWhen he doth learn to choose the better part.\\nFor these things, greater also, shall ye do,\\n(Said One, whose words were ever grand and true,)\\n11 If ye abide in me and I in you.\\nO, soul of mine, prepare the temple fair\\nThat God s own life may find a center there,\\nAnd vou the wonders of his love declare.\\n92", "height": "2890", "width": "2044", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "CHRISTMAS BELLS.\\nINKLE, tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,\\nHear the merry sleigh bells jingle,\\nChristmas s coming, don t you feel\\nit in the air\\nSee the snowrlakes swirling, twirling,\\nIn a mazy dance they re whirling,\\nSlyly kissing cheeks of rosy maidens fair.\\nTinkle, tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,\\nHear the merry sleigh bells jingle\\nSee the smiles and happy faces all aglow.\\nNot for any clime or nation\\nBut for the whole creation\\nChristmas joy and Christmas greetings freely now.\\nTinkle, tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,\\nStill the merry sleigh bells jingle,\\nWhile the happy crowds go hurrying, scurrying\\npast.\\nEverything is so mysterious\\nThat it makes one quite delirious,\\nAnd but Christmas will reveal it all at last.\\n93", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "THE MANIAC S APPEAL.\\nUT away the cherished letters,\\nTreasured with such tender care,\\nFor the sight brings bitter anguish,\\nAnd the pain I cannot bear.\\nAh the -words Love s language\\nbreathing,\\nWon a heart whose loyal trust\\nCould not brook the shock of finding\\nIts fair idol made of dust,\\nAnd is like a fragrant flow ret,\\nRudely plucked by careless hands,\\nThat is flung aside, and dying,\\nLies unnoticed on the sands.\\nBut the brain Ah who the workings\\nOf this restless brain can know\\nThrough which fires of hell seem flaming\\nLighting with their lurid glow\\nForms and faces of weird phantoms\\nFiends incarnate as they leer\\nAt fair Reason s temple lying\\nDesolate, forsaken, drear?\\nHa laugh on let wilder jesting\\nRing; out with bloodcurdling mirth,\\n94", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "For your triumph-hour is fleeting!\\nSoon will kindly Mother Earth\\nFold unto her willing bosom\\nThis frail creature of the dust;\\nHear you not the dripping, dripping\\nOf the heart s blood Die it must.\\nLet no unkind word be spoken\\nUnto her who failed my need.\\nGod is just. But for my weakness\\nHuman charity I plead.\\nM\\n95", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "A PROPHECY.\\n1 HERE S mystic sweetness in the\\nair\\nLike balmy breath of flowers\\nMute harbinger of coming good,\\nPfiH pleasant, sunny hours.\\nThe soft, pulsating atmosphere,\\nWith dreaminess imbued,\\nSteals o er my lang rous spirit, and\\nSweet visions, rosy-hued,\\nFloat ever on before me with\\nTheir luring, witching grace\\nElusive, fleeting phantoms whose\\nFair forms I cannot trace.\\nAh Mother Nature, when you deign\\nTo woo with subtle art,\\nYour sweet, seductive graces, can but\\nCharm the sternest heart.\\nWe know you are capricious, and\\nYour moods are changeful quite,\\nWith morning smiles and sunshine, you\\nGive clouds and tears at night.\\nThough long you ve been both harsh and cold,\\nSoon coldness will be past\\nWith flowers bedecked, and garlanded,\\nYou ll bring us joy at last.\\n96", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "KATY DID\u00e2\u0080\u0094 WHAT?\\nKATY DID, we hear you singing\\nOn a pleasant summer evening.\\nKaty did she did, did, did, did,\\nPray what did poor Katy do\\nDid she pretty, fairy Katy,\\nCoyest maiden in all elrland,\\nWinning hearts but for a pastime\\nTo her lover prove untrue\\nDid she lure, with softest glances,\\nWhirling in the fairy dances,\\nDid she sigh and softly whisper\\nLove s old story, ever new?\\nOr did she, commands defying,\\nClinging to her heart s choice treasure,\\nVanish from the haunts of fairies\\nAnd return no more to view\\nWere you sworn to keep the secret\\nOf the pretty, fairy Katy,\\nCoyest maiden in all elfland\\nIf so, to the vow you re true.\\n97", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "Katy did you sing it sweetly,\\nBut you baffle us completely,\\nFor you stop there most discreetly,\\nAnd what did poor Katy do?\\nf\\n10\\n98", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "THANKSGIVIN\\nH the turkey s in the oven,\\nAn the pies are on the shelf,\\nAn the doughnuts in the crock,\\nthey re fat an round\\nOh the teakettle s a hummin\\nWhile we re waitin for the comin\\nOf the folks to spend but, hark I hear a sound.\\nHere they come, almost by dozens\\nUncles, aunts, sweethearts an cousins.\\nTell you what ain t they a happy, jolly crew\\nHear the merry voices laughin\\nAn the boys an girls a chaffin\\nAn the babies even look as tho they knew\\nNow we re seated at the table,\\nUncle John, who best is able,\\nThanks the Lord for all the blessin s, old and new,\\nFor the crops abundant yielded,\\nFor the grace which us has shielded,\\nFor the love of friends an family, ever true.\\nBut the best of all s the evenin\\n(Sweethearts sittin side by side),\\n99\\nlofC,", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "When the laughter an the fun are havin sway,\\nAn the nuts an popcorn snowy,\\nAn the apples red and showy\\nAh there s nothin better than Thanksgivin Day.", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "A BIRTHDAY OFFERING.\\nTO M. F. F.\\nsweet are the rosebuds of glad\\nsummer time,\\nWhen wrapped in dark mantles\\nof green,\\no Their dear, dainty faces just peep\\nshyly forth,\\nThe folds of their garments between\\nAnd gorgeous the full-blossomed rose as it flings\\nIts perfume abroad on the air,\\nInviting, by virtue of beauty and grace,\\nEach passer its fragrance to share.\\nBut dearer to me is the half-opened flower\\nWith charms that are coyly concealed\\nAs it sways in the breeze, and to kiss of the sun\\nOr the dew, half reluctlantly yields\\nIts sweet, subtle odor, a promise of good\\nThe future may grandly unfold\\nAnd softly I sigh as I watch it each day,\\nCan such loveliness fade or grow old", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "Fair maiden just entering womanhood now,\\nNo rare, costly off ring I bring,\\nBut simply a little half-opened white rose\\nAround it love s incense will cling\\nAnd if nesded lovingly o er your warm heart\\nIt breathes a fond message from me,\\nNot vainly hath lived it, my little white rose,\\nA pure, fitting emblem of thee.\\n5^", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "APPLE BLOSSOMS.\\nEAUTIFUL apple blossoms,\\nPure as the drifted snow,\\nFragrant as breath of the angels\\nWafted to. mortals below.\\nWhy are you blushing a delicate\\nTint like the roseate dawn\\nHas the South Wind in his wooing\\nBlushes of loveliness drawn\\nOr has the sun s ardent kisses\\nCast o er your heart love s sweet spell\\nAh, you nod gracefully, shyly,\\nBut you your secret don t tell.\\nNay, I 11 not press you your secret,\\nSafe in your flower-hearts shall be\\nBut as I lie idly dreaming,\\nUnder the old apple tree,\\nSoftly the gentle breeze whispers\\nThrough the perfume-laden air,\\nAnd, with the present forgotten,\\nVisions of loveliness rare\\n103", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "Bid me still hope for the future\\nAll that the past has denied,\\nSunshine to follow the shadows,\\nSunshine which no clouds shall hide.\\nDear dainty apple blossoms,\\nBeautiful guests of the spring,\\nGlad are the tho ts you have brought me,\\nRound you sweet mem ries will cling.\\nAnd should Hope droop her fair pinions,\\nSoftly I ll whisper, Be true,\\nPatiently wait, they are coming\\nSpringtime and sunshine to you.\\n104", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "The KING S DAUGHTER.\\nN, on they go the eager,\\nrestless throngs\\nWhich fill, from morn till eve,\\na city street,\\nYes, hurrying along, for life\\nis short,\\nAnd filled with gracious\\npromises that greet\\nThe hearts which yearn for\\nearthly wealth or fame,\\nAnd lure them on, the golden prize to clasp\\nA longed-for prize that all too oft, alas\\nBut turns to dust and ashes in the grasp.\\nAlone, apart, unheeded by the throng,\\nA little barefoot child, with outstretched hands,\\nMakes mute appeal. No common beggar she.\\nWith drooping, downcast eyes, she waiting stands,\\nHer baby lips refuse to voice the plea,\\nHer little face a picture of despair.\\nOh God are human hearts so callous grown\\nWill no one heed the silent, pleading prayer\\nForth stepping from the crowd, a girlish form,\\nHer fair face all aglow with love divine,\\n105", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "Bends o er the sorrowing child, and bending thus,\\nThere gleams and sparkles in the bright sunshine,\\nA tiny silver cross. Aye, bow the head,\\nFor now a greater than a human friend\\nFulfills the gracious words His lips once spoke,\\nLo, I am with you alway to the end.\\nPlease, ma am, I did not beg, a sweet voice\\nsaid,\\nI thought, perhaps, that those who had to spare\\nWould gladly drop some pennies in my hand,\\nFor mama said, Tis always right to share\\nWith those who have a need. My mama s dead.\\nI wish I could die, too She only died\\nA little while ago, but Oh it seems\\nSo long without a mother Sister s tried\\nTo do, but she is sick. I fear she ll die,\\nAnd then I shall be left all, all alone\\nThe little trembling lips can say no more\\nThe little voice ends in a plaintive moan.\\nAn attic, brown and bare, devoid of light\\nSave that which steals through one lone window\\npane,\\n(Strange irony of fate), is called a home.\\nHome, that dear place without which life seems\\nvain.\\n106", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "There, lying on a cot, her dark eyes closed,\\nA young girl counts the slowly passing hours.\\nMayhap she sleeps and sufferings forgot,\\nDreams of green fields and flovv r-strewn sylvan\\nbowers\\nThen murmurs as she opes her eyes to see\\nA vision of pure loveliness so near,\\nThe God of heaven, whom my mother loved,\\nHas sent one of his beauteous angels here.\\nDay after day, the gentle maiden comes\\nTo give her tender ministries of love,\\nAnd alway, ever, is her talk of Him,\\nHer Saviour, in the blessed home above,\\nTill, list ning to her gracious words, there comes\\nInto the sufferer s heart God s holy peace,\\nAnd trusting in the love that never fails,\\nShe waits the welcome summons of release.\\nNow is that attic brown a hallowed spot\\nIllumined by a more than earthly light,\\nAnd heaven joins in songs of grateful praise,\\nFor e en the little child has learned aright.\\nA solemn silence fills the attic now,\\nAs from pale lips the breath of life comes slow,\\nAnd in that room the King of heaven stands,\\nAnd angel watchers, gliding to and fro.\\n107", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "Death comes grim Death to lay his icy hand\\nUpon the heart and still its beating, now,\\nTo mold the waxen form with rigid touch,\\nTo set his seal upon the pallid brow\\nBut starts aback, and falling on his knees,\\nBows low in homage to a greater power,\\nWhile tenderly the Son of God receives\\nA ransomed soul, triumphant in that hour.\\nHush silent are the choirs of heaven now,\\nAnd golden harps sound sweetly, soft and low.\\nThe Son of Man, his pierced hands outstretched,\\nSays, Not in vain it was I suffered so.\\nThe pages of the Book of Life he turns,\\nWhile all the courts of heaven with music ring,\\nAnd o er a name, unknown to fame, he writes\\nThese glorious words, A Daughter of the King.\\n1 08", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "GOD IS LOVE.\\nHE flower that flings its perfume on\\nthe air,\\nWhere weary toilers breath its fra-\\ngrance rare,\\nSpeaks silently [to all who see it\\nthere,\\nGod is love.\\nThe happy bird that floats through endless space,\\nOr flits from tree to tree with matchless grace,\\nSings blithely from aerial resting-place,\\nGod is love.\\nAnd should the children of His tend rest care,\\nAlone refuse the hymn of praise to share,\\nRefuse the glorious tidings to declare\\nGod is love.\\nAwake ye children of the heavenly King,\\nAwake your great Creator s praise to sing\\nYea, let the whole earth with this message ring,\\nGod is love.\\n109", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "PRAISE.\\nRAISE God when\\nthe sun is shining,\\nPraise God when\\nrain-drops fall,\\nPraise God when the\\nclouds are heavy,\\nAnd darkness seems o er all.\\nWhy praise him, then, dear heart?\\n(List to his holy word,)\\nAll things together work for good\\nTo them that love the Lord.\\nBecause", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "TWILIGHT AND MORNING.\\nAY is dying O er the land-\\nscape\\nTwilight shadows gently fall\\nSoon the night her sable\\nmantle\\nWill have covered over\\nall.\\nIn the west a golden glimmer\\nOf the sunset s parting ray\\nLingers yet, but soon its brightness\\nWill be changed from gold to gray,\\nAnd the purple of the twilight,\\nWith its sleepy birdling s song,\\nSoon will be a midnight darkness\\nWith its silence deep and long.\\nBut though seemingly forsaken,\\nLeft to darkness and despair,\\nO er the earth there e One still watching,\\nGuarding it with tend rest care,\\nin", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "Till the darkness and the shadows\\nIn their turn shall flee away,\\nAnd the world, refreshed, awakens\\nTo a new and glorious day.\\nSo to those whose hearts are aching,\\nLife song changed to sobbing prayer, n\\nDesolation round about them,\\nDarkness, darkness everywhere\\nThink not that you are forsaken,\\nHe who slumbers not nor sleeps,\\nThough the night be long and dreary,\\nStill His faithful vigil keeps.\\nLovingly He ll guard and guide you\\nThrough the darkness, lone and drear,\\nTill he brings you to that haven\\nWhere there s no more doubt or fear.\\nWhere the sunshine of His presence\\nWill bring happiness and rest,\\nAnd you ll see with clearer vision\\nHow for you God s ways were best.\\nOh, the rapture of the morning\\nOf that grand eternal day\\nOh, the beauty of the sunshine\\nWhen the mists have rolled away", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "No more sorrow, no more sighing,\\nNo more bitter tears to fall,\\nBut our Home, sweet Home, forever,\\nAnd God s tender love o er all.\\n113", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "MY SECRET.\\nHOU ask me if I love you, and you bid me\\ntell you true.\\n_ You say your heart is longing sore for\\nthese words I love you.\\nI feel your arms about me in a tender\\nclose embrace\\nYour kisses, like the summer showers, fall\\nsoft upon my face.\\nYour tones, melodious and low, are music\\nto mine ear,\\nThe while you plead so earnestly those longed-for\\nwords to hear.\\nNow bend your head yet lower still, while I my\\nsecret tell\\nTis such a sweet, sweet secret that I pray you\\nguard it well\\nAs flowers love the sunshine, or the earth the fresh-\\nning dew,\\nAh, listen I will whisper it, So, sweetheart, I\\nlove you.\\n114", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "MIKE S DILEMMA.\\nWm$m- ^LITTLE Irish maiden, wid her\\neyes o Irish blue,\\n^7|^\\\\\\\\ T^ le shwatest little blossom that\\n#Sfe ou Ireland iver grew,\\nifS^2 s wnats makin life fer me most\\nMsL intheristin now.\\nA Fer, by me faith, Oi don t know\\ns where Oi m at, nor whin, nor\\nhow.\\nShe ll walk wid me on Sunday, an she 11 look into\\nme eyes\\nIn sich a tinder, lovin way, Oi think Oi m in th\\nskies\\nA floatin an a list nin to th happy angels song,\\nAn by me side an angel that s th brightest in th\\nthrong.\\nBut Oh whin nixt Oi mate her, no angel do Oi\\nsee,\\nShe s jist a tantalizin sprite what s bent on teasin\\nme.\\n115", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "Th spharkle s dancin in her eye, an on her\\npachbloom cheek\\nTh dimples, loike mischievous imps, ar playin\\nhide an 1 seek.\\nMe heart, that was as light as foam, becomes a\\nchunk o lead,\\nOi think Oi ll go an hang meself, sich tho ts ar\\nin me head,\\nWhin softly-like she says, Mike, dear, O\\nwhat a joy is life\\nWhat sinseless fools thim poets be who says wid\\ncare tis rife,\\nFer shure tis one long blessin an but what s\\nth rist she said?\\nAn what s this thumpin neath me vest, an buz-\\nzin in me head?\\nOi ll clasp her in me lovin Och she s gone\\nagin, Oi vow\\nWill some one plaze to tell me where Oi m at, or\\nwhin, or how?\\n116", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "On the Death of Mrs. Smith Lasher.\\nHEY tell me she is dead but\\nah, not so.\\nJust passed within the thin and\\nshadowy vail\\nThat hides her from our dim,\\nimperfect view\\nShe waits, and mayhap grieves\\nthat hearts so true\\nShould mourn as tho she were\\nfar, far away\\nOr deem her changed, in that\\nshe loves them less\\nThan when she dwelt in her frail\\nhouse of clay,\\nAnd lived and moved among them but to bless.\\nPoor aching hearts, look up and comfort gain,\\n(The God she served is still a God of love,\\nAnd let her life speak thro your lives for aye,\\nFor charity and love and truth alway.\\nThen through the lonely silence when you miss\\nThe word of counsel, or the fond caress\\nShe lives, she loves, she is praise God for this\\nThe very essence of Hope s blessedness.\\n117", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "GOOD BYE.\\nH~~ OOD BYE, Ah, dearest, do not falter\\nNor shrink, as though the word gave bitter\\npain,\\nTis but an uttered wish, a benediction,\\nA prayer that God will bring you safe again\\nTo where love ever waits to give you greet-\\ning\\nLove whose true light will never fade nor\\ndie\\nLove upon which God s smile shall rest in blessing.\\nSweetheart, good bye, good bye.\\nGood bye, yet know you not the meaning?\\nTis God be with you, dear one, and to you\\nCould e er be brought a word more sweet, more\\ntender\\nMore fraught with precious meaning or more true?\\nAround your neck Til twine my arms so closely\\nYour fond heart will not grieve or breathe a sigh\\nThe while I whisper softly love s sweet message,\\nSweetheart, good bye, good bye.\\n118", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "JUL 111900", "height": "2956", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2892", "width": "2098", "jp2-path": "gemsoftruthfancy00cook_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2966", "width": "2125", "jp2-path": 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