{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3591", "width": "2311", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIB\\nOF CONGRESS.\\nR(\\\\RY\\n011^p.._ Copyright No,\\nShelL\\nAibH^\\n1300\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "3456", "width": "2134", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3456", "width": "2134", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "THE HEART S CHOICE\\nAND OTHER\\nPOEMS\\nBY\\nHENRY ALEXANDER LAVELY\\nfor he was\\nBorn unto singing.\\nRichard Realf.\\nREVISED EDITION\\nCAMBRIDGE\\nJJrintetJ at W^t EibersiiUe JJreeifi;\\n1900", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "59187\\nl-jbrkiiy of C\u00c2\u00abng-^**8\\n^v^u tiifHi ^ea \u00c2\u00abeo\\nOCT 10 1900\\n1 -r r\\nT 635Z i\\no\u00c2\u00aboir f -stON,\\n1^00\\nOCT 13 1900\\n1\\nCOPYRIGHT, 1900, BY HENRY ALEXANDER LAVELY\\nALL RIGHTS RESERVED", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "TO\\nTHE MEMORY OF\\nMY DEAR WIFE\\nI DEDICATE\\nTHIS LITTL1E VOLUME.", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS\\n\\\\l\\nPAGE\\nTHE heart s choice 9\\nOUR LITTLE PET II\\nUNFULFILLED I3\\nATTAINED I4\\nUNATTAINED\\nTHEY COME NO MORE\\nTHE SONGS OF THE SOUL I7\\nAUTUMN 19\\nLIFE 20\\nALMS 21\\nOUR MARTYR 22\\nOUR HEROES 24\\nKEEMLE AND WILLIE: HERE AND THERE 26\\nMUSINGS 27\\nA REVERIE 29\\nJULY 31\\nA DAY IN AUGUST 32\\nOCTOBER 33\\nMUSIC 34\\nJEHOVAH-JIREH 35\\nSPRING 36\\nBEAUTY 36\\nHOPE 36\\nPOETRY 37\\nFAITH, HOPE, LOVE 37\\nEASTER 37\\nI AM 38\\nVESPERS 38\\nTHE POET 38\\nBOB WHITE 39\\nLOVE 40\\n5", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "WHO KNOWS 41\\nSMILES AND TEARS 42\\nBROTHER PHIPPS 43\\nRETURNED 44\\nTRUST 45\\nLIGHT AND SHADE 46\\nSLACK DAVIS 47\\nSLYTHE TABOR 47\\nTHE HILLS 48\\nAFTER WHILE 49\\nHIDDEN MANNA 50\\nA BRAVE GIRL 5I\\nWOULD I HAD DIED 53\\nTO ANNIE A MEMORY 55\\nGARFIELD 57\\nLIFE FROM DEATH 58\\nTO MY DAUGHTER 59\\nIN DAYS TO COME 60\\nASPIRATIONS 62\\nA FRAGMENT 64\\nPROVIDENCE 65\\nCHRISTMAS 66\\nTHE STILL SMALL VOICE 67\\nTHE BRUISED REED 68\\nTHE LORD JEHOVAH 70\\nGOD 72\\nTHE LITTLE CHURCH OVER THE HILL 74\\nMY heart s SONG 76\\nCOME UNTO ME 78\\nINSTALLATION HYMN 79\\nTHE heart s VIGILS 81\\nA VISION 83\\nRECOMPENSE 84\\nTHE BLOOD OF JESUS 85\\nA MATCH GAME OF CROQUET 87\\nTHE THREE STAGES 93", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "(yYi\\\\x^ futo/y Jiij^ oM /i/Yi^i^ ^^^^^^^^uajct", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "THE HEARTS CHOICE\\nA Painter quickly seized his brush,\\nAnd on the canvas wrought\\nThe sweetest image of his soul,\\nHis heart s most secret thought.\\nA Minstrel gently struck his lyre,\\nAnd wondrous notes I heard^\\nWhich burned and thrilled and soothed by turns,\\nAnd all my being stirred.\\nA Singer sang a simple song,\\nAn echo of his soul\\nIt vibrates still through all my life,\\nAnd lifts me to its goal.\\nA Poet took his pen and wrote\\nA line of Hope and Love\\nIt was a heaven-born thought, and breathed\\nOf purest joys above.\\n9", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "A man of God, what time my heart\\nWas weighed with sorrow down,\\nSpoke golden words of Faith and Trust,\\nAnd they became my crown.\\nI see the Painter s picture still\\nI hear the Minstrel s lyre\\nThe Singer s song, the Poet s thought\\nStill glow with sacred fire\\nBut in my heart s most hallowed realm\\nThe good man s words do live,\\nAnd through my life a perfume breathe\\nThat naught of earth can give.\\nlO", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "OUR LITTLE PET\\nWe have the sweetest little girl\\nThat ever you did see,\\nAs bright, as happy, and as fair\\nAs ever she can be.\\nHer eyes are black as any crow s\\nAnd always full of fun,\\nAnd sparkle so with love and joy,\\nYour heart is fairly won.\\nHer lips are like the cherry ripe.\\nAnd taste to us more sweet.\\nAnd the pure rapture of a kiss\\nIs as when brooklets meet.\\nHer hair is like a bunch of wheat,\\nKissed by the morning sun.\\nJust as the god of day begins\\nHis golden race to run.\\nII", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "Her voice is to our listening ears\\nAs music soft and sweet,\\nThe echo of whose gentle tones\\nIs touched by little feet.\\nHer ways are cute, and roguish too,\\nAnd take the heart by storm,\\nWhile all the fountains of her life\\nAre pure and sweet and warm.\\nOur Father keep this treasure dear\\nBeneath thy sheltering wing.\\nAnd let her little hands unto\\nThe Rock of Ages cling.\\n12", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "UNFULFILLED\\nThe sweetest songs are never sung\\nThe fairest pictures never hung\\nThe fondest hopes are never told,\\nThey are the heart s most cherished gold\\nFor in the empire of the heart,\\nThere is a realm from this apart,\\nWhose pictures are too pure for earth,\\nWhose language is of heavenly birth.\\n13", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "ATTAINED\\nWe may not sing a song so soft\\nAs angel voices sing,\\nNor catch the notes of love which they\\nOn golden harps do bring.\\nWe may not write the burning thoughts\\nWhich through our being roll,\\nNor thrill with rapture pure and sweet\\nAnother longing soul.\\nWe may not take a brush and paint\\nThe pictures of the mind.\\nNor touch with rainbow hues the hopes\\nWhich round the heart are twined.\\nBut to the weary ones of earth\\nWe words of cheer may give,\\nWhich in their hearts shall brightly burn,\\nAnd there forever live.\\n14", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "UNATTAINED\\nI SAW a child, one summer day,\\nPursue, with eager feet,\\nA butterfly. The gorgeous thing,\\nOn golden wing so fleet,\\nFlew from his grasp, till down he sat\\nAnd wept, because he failed\\nTo catch the treasure, which away\\nIn the glad sunshine sailed.\\nSo when the faithful child of song\\nWould catch some truant strain,\\nBehold t is gone, and sad he sits\\nAnd weeps in bitter pain.\\nIS", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "THEY COME NO MORE\\nLike waves which once have kissed the shore,\\nBut come no more, but come no more,\\nSo are the sweetest thoughts that roll\\nAlong the currents of the soul\\nThey come no more they come no more.\\ni6", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "THE SONGS OF THE SOUL\\nOft in the midnight s sacred hour,\\nWhen round me breathes some mighty power,\\nThroughout the chambers of my soul\\nThe grandest notes of music roll,\\nAs if an angel passing by\\nHad poised a moment in the sky\\nTo sing a song as pure and sweet\\nAs ever stirred the golden street.\\nNo poet s pen may ever write\\nNor trace in words of living light\\nThe glory of these strains of love,\\nWhich, from the blissful realms above,\\nDo waft their beauty to my heart,\\nAnd all their rapture rare impart.\\nFor they ve a language all their own.\\nThan songs of earth a sweeter tone\\n17", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "Yet in some still hour of my life,\\nWhen all my being s free from strife,\\nI fain would catch the faintest note\\nWhich through the vibrant air doth float,\\nAnd sound it out so loud and clear\\nThat all the weary world might hear\\nSo should my soul with joy be blest,\\nAnd recompense become my guest.\\ni8", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "AUTUMN\\nThe woods are tinged with red and gold\\nThe sky hangs crimson o er the scene\\nThe balmy air Oh, rapture rare\\nFloats, like a benison, between.\\nOctober 24, 1885.\\n19", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "LIFE\\nT WILL all be over by and by\\nThis fitful fever life\\nThese bitter tears will soon be dry,\\nAnd ended all the strife.\\nThis warfare which we strangely wage\\nWill soon be overpast,\\nAnd all the storms that round us rage\\nWill sink to rest at last.\\nThese hopes which mock us with their dreams,\\nAnd vanish one by one,\\nShall lead at length to living streams\\nBeyond the setting sun.\\nThese faiths which are so weak and cold\\nWill soon be crowned with love.\\nAnd safe within the Shepherd s fold\\nW^e 11 taste the joys above.\\n20", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "ALMS\\nShe came to me and asked for alms\\nIn low and plaintive voice\\nI gave her from my humble store,\\nAnd bade her go rejoice.\\nShe came to me for alms I gave\\nHer from my yearning heart\\nEnough for many days to come,\\nA feast, of life a part.\\nThe cruse may fail, but nevermore\\nThe full and loyal soul\\nFor giving to the giver adds\\nAs years on years do roll.\\n21", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "OUR MARTYR\\nThy ways, O God, are strange to us,\\nWe cannot find them out\\nOh, give us faith to hope and trust\\nThat we may never doubt.\\nOur hearts are sad the nation mourns\\nIts great and noble chief\\nAnd over all the land there rolls\\nThe surges of its grief.\\nWith charity to all, he breathed\\nHis gentle life away.\\nAnd left a fragrance pure and sweet\\nAs flowers of balmy May.\\nWith charity to all, to thee,\\nO fiend who dealt the blow\\nWhich plunged the land in bitter tears,\\nThis charity did flow.\\n22", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "With charity to all, thee,\\nThou spirit of the pit,\\nTo thee, who made us thus to mourn,\\nAnd down in sadness sit.\\nO Justice let thy sword be swift,\\nTo punish such a deed\\nO Earth in sorrow bow thy head\\nAnd for our country plead\\nApril, 1865.\\n23", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "OUR HEROES.^\\nLift high the marble over the tombs\\nOf the heroic dead,\\nFit emblem of the hearts whose blood\\nFor Liberty was shed\\nAnd on the spotless shaft inscribe\\nThe deeds of glory done,\\nThe faiths, the hopes, the deaths through which\\nTheir victories were won.\\nThen deck their graves with flowers of spring.\\nPlucked from the brow of morn.\\nAll glowing with the pearly dew,\\nIn night and darkness born.\\nBring wreaths which speak of deathless hopes,\\nAnd twine them round the spot\\nNeath which our loved ones sleep the sleep\\nTheir patient valor brought.\\n1 Read before the G. A. R. at the Academy of Music\\nPittsburgh, May 30, 1873.\\n24", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "Weave chaplets fair of every hue,\\nAnd strew them all around,\\nUntil the fragrance which they breathe\\nShall hallow all the ground.\\nAnd bring the lily, sweet and pure,\\nThe pledge of Faith and Love,\\nAnd let its perfume wafted be,\\nWith Hope and Joy, above.\\nOh, tell the story of their fame\\nIn speech and act and song,\\nTill every heart shall catch the theme,\\nAnd join the grateful throng\\nTill every heart shall be a fane,\\nIn which their memories lie.\\nAnd every throb shall speak the praise\\nOf works which never die\\nTill over all the earth a shout\\nFor Freedom shall arise.\\nWhich, as the earth grows old, shall swell\\nThe anthem of the skies t\\n25", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "KEEMLE AND WILLIE: HERE AND\\nTHERE.i\\nFour little feet, grown weary here,\\nNow walk the other shore\\nFour sparkling eyes, ceased twinkling here,\\nNow view the golden shore.\\nFour busy hands, grown palsied here,\\nNow clasp the white-robed throng\\nFour ruby lips, grown speechless here.\\nNow sing the heavenly song.\\nTwo snowy brows, ceased aching here,\\nAre decked with garlands there\\nTwo loving hearts, ceased beating here,\\nAre filled with rapture there.\\nTwo heads, grown soft and flaxen here.\\nAre bright and radiant there\\nTwo pets, so weak and guarded here.\\nAre as the angels there.\\n1 Died October, 1861, aged six and eight.\\n26", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "MUSINGS\\nOh, what were life if we ne er touched\\nIts sweet or subtile springs\\nIf we ne er felt the strange, wild joy\\nWhich Genius o er it flings\\nIf we ne er heard the yearning throbs\\nOf other beating hearts\\nIf we ne er knew the longing hopes\\nAnother soul imparts\\nIf we ne er climbed untrodden heights,\\nNor dreamed in fairy land\\nIf we ne er grasped a wondrous Truth\\nBy Wisdom strangely planned\\nIf we ne er breathed a purer air\\nThan e er on earth did blow\\nIf we ne er walked the golden stair\\nUp which the angels go\\n27", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "If we ne er sought the Christ of God,\\nNor pondered o er His fame\\nIf we ne er told His love abroad,\\nNor gloried in His name\\nIf we for aye were doomed to sit\\nAmid the dross of earth,\\nAnd never read a hallowed writ\\nOr page of heavenly birth\\nIf we for aye were whirled along\\nTime s busy, jostling way.\\nAnd could not mid the eager throng\\nE en find a place to pray\\nIf we for aye should hear the moans\\nWhich tremble from the crowds.\\nAnd never bear an angel s tones\\nCome floating through the clouds\\nIf we for aye should shut our hearts\\nAnd live for self alone.\\nAnd never know that Love imparts\\nA beauty all its own\\nIf we for aye should fold our hands\\nAnd dream our years away,\\nWhen every hour so much demands\\nThat we must not delay\\n28", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "A REVERIE\\nThe voices of the Past, in varied tones,\\nSpeak to my soul to-night and will not hush\\nA thousand deeds they whisper of the years,\\nThe long forgotten years when life was young,\\nAnd Joy and Hope were linked with golden\\nchains\\nAnd every pulse beat music to the heart,\\nAnd every breath was drawn in Faith and Love.\\nThey tell of manhood s grapple with the world.\\nWhen heart was strong and will sublime sub-\\nlime\\nAs with imperious tread the mountain s top\\nBecame as dust before its. waving wand\\nAnd earth s colossal shapes of Fear but seemed\\nAt its approach dim spectres of the air.\\nThey tell of scenes of mirth and revelry,\\nWhen earth seemed decked in garlands bright and\\nfair\\nWhen Pleasure with a golden sceptre sat\\nWithin the charmed circle of my life.\\nAnd claimed the wildest homage of my heart.\\n29", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "They tell of hours of darkness, too, when Grief\\nSat sternly on her throne, with face so pale\\nThat corpse-like it did seem amidst the gloom.\\nNow every voice is still and hushed but two\\nThe Present stands beside me like a king.\\nAnd loudly calls to action whilst around\\nThe circle of my mind there floats a form,\\nDressed in the garb of Faith and Hope and Love,\\nWhich echoes action action then in tones\\nWhich seem fresh from the great White Throne\\nthere come\\nThe words Act in the ETERNAL NOW so\\nshall\\nThe Future be the Fruit the now shall bear,\\nAnd as thou dost approach, thy hands shalt pluck,\\nAnd thou shalt eat.\\n30", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "JULY\\nThe golden grain glows in the noonday sun\\nThe languid air floats through the waving field\\nThe flowers and grass their richest beauty yield,\\nThe largesse which the royal month hath won,\\nThe wealth which in her princely train doth run,\\nThe grandeur of the harvest of the year,\\nThe crown which on her forehead doth appear,\\nThe glory clasping earth and sky in one\\nThou art the earnest sweet of joys benign,\\nO radiant days of hope and peace and calm\\nO perfect days, of grace the pledge and sign\\nO lovely days which end in song and psalm\\nO Eden days, thy restful charms are mine,\\nO peerless days of bounty and of balm\\n31", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "A DAY IN AUGUST\\nAll nature rests in undisturbed repose\\nThe sunflower looks upon the morning sun\\nAs he begins his golden race to run\\nThe languid air through every blossom blows,\\nTill all around the sweetest perfume flows,\\nAnd all the hours are full of peace and calm,\\nAs the expiring notes of song or psalm\\nAnd soothed to rest are life s perplexing woes.\\nThe crystal lake reflects the fleecy sky,\\nAnd as the wondrous day draws to its end\\nThe clouds are tinted with a crimson dye.\\nAnd to the scene their richest beauty lend\\nWhile all the grandeur heaven and earth supply\\nIn one transcendent wave of glory blend\\n32", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "OCTOBER\\nInto its lap the treasures of the year\\nAre gladly thrown. The royal goldenrod,\\nFresh from the kind and gracious hand of God,\\nPuts on a brighter garb and far and near\\nThe wonders of the autumn hues appear.\\nThe balmy air with ecstasy is rife,\\nAll nature grows in plenitude of life,\\nAnd breathes deep with the bounties of good\\ncheer.\\nThe morning clouds are full of beauty, too,\\nAnd dash their richest crimson o er the scene\\nWhile in the range of sunset s purple view\\nThere glows the glory of its changing sheen.\\nThe tints of earth and sky forever new\\nThe grandeur which forever rolls between I\\n33", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "MUSIC\\nFrom out the heart of God she gladly sprang\\nOn golden feet from sphere to sphere she sped,\\nAnd lo the darkness from her presence fled,\\nThe morning stars together sweetly sang,\\nThe earth with melody triumphant rang,\\nAnd unto song the universe was joined,\\nFrom the eternal anthems swiftly coined.\\nForever freed from discord s fearful clang\\nRejoice, O earth, for this celestial gift\\nThis choicest boon of angels and of men,\\nThis harmony, whose notes the soul do lift,\\nAbove the highest reach of human ken.\\nAnd through the darkest cloud reveal a rift.\\nThrough which is sounded out a loud Amen I\\n34", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "JEHOVAH-JIREH!\\nJehovah-Jireh He shall still supply\\nOur needs. In every hour of pain or woe\\nInto our saddened hearts shall swiftly flow\\nThe peace and joy of Him who hears our cry\\nThe love of One who is forever nigh\\nThe cheer of One who bore our deepest grief\\nThe grace of One who 11 gladly give relief,\\nJehovah-Jireh Unto Thee we fly\\nAnd though our time on earth be short or long,\\nWe know that we shall reach our home at last\\nAnd gladly join the everlasting song\\nWith those who through the golden gates have\\npassed,\\nAnd in the anthem of the skies, prolong\\nPraise to Jehovah-Jireh first and last I\\nNovember y 1897.\\n35", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "SPRING\\nI HEARD a robin red-breast sing\\nI saw a blue-bird on the wing\\nI caught the breath that snowdrops bring,\\nAnd lo the earth was crowned with spring.\\nBEAUTY\\nIt nestles in the damask rose\\nWhose perfume fills the air\\nIt whispers in the voice of Him\\nWho makes the rose his care.\\nHOPE\\nThe anchor of the trembling soul,\\nTo which in surging seas she clings\\nThe sunshine which, when tempests roll.\\nFrom out the clouds its radiance flings.\\n36", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "POETRY\\nIt is the music of the chosen soul\\nThe strains that through the realms of nature roll\\nThe songs of sea and tree and sky and bird\\nThe cry of human hearts by passion stirred.\\nFAITH, HOPE, LOVE\\nFaith said T is brighter farther on\\nHope said I see the coming dawn\\nLove said, the greatest of the three,\\nThe morn is here t is found in me\\nEASTER\\nHe is not here He is risen now\\nAnd the immortal life is ours\\nHe broke the bonds of Death and Hell,\\nAnd lo the spring was crowned with flowers\\n37", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "I AM\\nThere is no God but one the great I AM,\\nTo whom the years are but as yesterday j\\nThe Lord Jehovah, the Eternal One,\\nWho is his people s staff and strength and stay.\\nVESPERS\\nChautauqua round thy vesper hour,\\nA thousand mem ries cling\\nThe trees, the grass, the lake, the sky,\\nWith sweetest praises ring\\nChautauqua, August^ 1899.\\nTHE POET\\nThe fire had long and fiercely burned,\\nTill all the dross to gold was turned.\\nWhen from his gifted pen there flowed,\\nAs his rapt soul with ardor glowed,\\nThe Word the angels sing above.\\nThe God revealing Word of Love.\\n38", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "BOB WHITE\\nBob White Bob White Thy song I hear\\nAt morn and eve, now far, now near\\nHast thou no other cry nor care,\\nNo other message sweet to bear,\\nThan that which sounds so loud and clear\\nWhen summer s gone thy notes of cheer\\nShall still be borne unto the ear\\nUpon the bracing morning air\\nBob White Bob White\\nAnd not until within the ear\\nThe grains of golden corn appear,\\nAnd thou hast found thy mate so fair,\\nShall cease thy pure resounding air\\nAcross the lea, across the mere\\nBob White Bob White\\n39", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "LOVE\\nI LOVE you well sweet as a bell\\nHer voice, Yes, more than tongue can tell\\nShe softly whispered in mine ear,\\nWhile from her eye a pearly tear\\nRolled down all sainted as it fell.\\nThus, round my heart a wondrous spell\\nWas thrown, pure as an anthem s swell,\\nAs on me fell, in tones sincere,\\nI love you well\\nThen to my heart I took my Belle,\\nFor I knew well none could excel,\\nNor yet repel, a love so dear,\\nA trust so full of hope and cheer,\\nBorne from the realm where angels dwell,\\nI love you well\\n40", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "WHO KNOWS?\\nThe red rose in her golden hair\\nGrows deeper in the evening air,\\nAs tell-tale blushes o er her face\\nTheir radiant pathway swiftly trace.\\nPerhaps it was the setting sun\\nWho kissed her cheeks in jest or fun,\\nOr the reflection of the rose.\\nWho knows Oh, maiden fair Who knows\\nOr and I think I m right the words\\nShe heard last evening, as the birds\\nTheir parting songs were singing, still\\nWith strains of love her being fill.\\n41", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "SMILES AND TEARS\\nThe smiles and tears upon thy face,\\nAs they their glowing pathway trace,\\nAre like the summer s sun and rain,\\nWhich gleam by turns upon the plain\\nAmong the waving grain\\nFor smiles and tears, and sun and rain,\\nWhich kiss thy cheeks with sweet disdain,\\nAre from the same kind Hand, you know,\\nBoth leaving, as they come and go,\\nA touch of joy or pain.\\n42", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "BROTHER PHIPPS\\nWRITTEN ON THE OCCASION OF A DINNER GIVEN BY REV.\\nWM. H. PHIPPS ON THE EVE OF HIS DEPARTURE SOUTH\\nWe thank you, Brother Phipps,\\nFor this good cheer\\nMay all your life be blest\\nWith friends so dear\\nAnd from the sunny land\\nTo which you go,\\nPray cast a kindly thought\\nTo those who know\\nNaught of the skies that gleam\\nWith rarest blue,\\nAnd to the landscape lend\\nA wondrous hue\\nBut may we meet at last\\nIn pastures green,\\nWhere silent waters flow,\\nPure and serene.\\nDecember, 1899.\\n43", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "RETURNED\\nI SAW a bright and peaceful scene,\\nI saw the ripening grain,\\nWhich I in faith and hope had sown,\\nResplendent on the plain.\\nI heard a voice a tender voice\\nWhich down the years had rolled\\nI give you back the words you spake\\nWith all their treasured gold.\\nThe fields beneath November s sky\\nLie cold and drear and bare,\\nWhile words of cheer which once I spake\\nA constant harvest bear.\\n44", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "TRUST\\nLINES SUGGESTED ON READING A SKETCH OF WHITTIER S\\nRELIGIOUS BELIEF\\nEnough for me to know\\nThat Christ is God indeed\\nEnough for me to feel\\nHe shall supply my need.\\nJEnough for me to kneel\\nClose to His bleeding side\\nEnough for me to seek\\nHim for my peace and guide.\\nEnough for me to cast\\nOn Him my every care\\nEnough for me to wait,\\nAnd all his crosses bear.\\nEnough for me to hear\\nThe tender Shepherd s voice\\nEnough for me to trust,\\nAnd in His love rejoice.\\n45", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "LIGHT AND SHADE\\nOne evening fair a fleecy cloud\\nLay calmly in the sky,\\nWhen swiftly wafted from the west\\nA somber one passed by\\nEclipsing with its shadows dark\\nThe brightness of the scene,\\nAnd shutting out the beauty rare\\nWhich formed its changing sheen\\nSo when the silver clouds of life\\nTheir radiance round us fling,\\nA darker one obscures our sight,\\nThe shade of sorrow s wing.\\n46", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "SLACK DAVIS\\nThy songs on earth are hushed\\n(And hearts are sad crushed),\\nBut oh they linger still\\nThey all our being fill j\\nAnd thy released lyre,\\nTouched by seraphic fire,\\nEvolves a sweeter strain\\nThan notes of earth attain\\nAprily 1889.\\nSLYTHE TABOR\\nThy pen is silent now\\nUnwrinkled is thy brow\\nA sweeter song is thine.\\nTriumphant and benign.\\nA harp of God is thine,\\nOf joy the seal and sign\\nThe sea of glass is thine\\nMingled with fire divine,\\n47", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "THE HILLS\\nI will lift up mine eyes unto the hills\\nAbove the murky plains of life,\\nAbove the moaning and the strife,\\nI gladly lift my longing eyes\\nTo Him who all my need supplies.\\nBelow, our vision is not clear,\\nBelow, our hearts are filled with fear.\\nBut up where God in grandeur dwells\\nHe every louring cloud dispels.\\nFor there we breathe a purer air.\\nAn ampler ether sweet and rare\\nSurrounds the trusting, sheltered soul,\\nAnd all the storms His hand control.\\nFrom harm of sun or moon preserved,\\nAnd for life s grandest service nerved.\\nThe heart on the eternal hills\\nAbides secure from earthly ills.\\n48", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "AFTER WHILE\\nI SAW her in my dream,\\nI caught a moment s gleam\\nOf raiment pure and white\\nI heard the song she sang\\nAs through the skies it rang,\\nEre she was lost to sight.\\nIt was a vision sweet,\\nMy rapture was complete,\\nAnd then it took its flight\\nBut after while we 11 meet\\nAlong the golden street,\\nWhere parted souls unite.\\n49", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "HIDDEN MANNA\\nThe chosen Heart hath manna sweet\\nOf which the worldling cannot eat,\\nA constant feast of joys refined,\\nSpread in the chambers of the mind.\\nAnd as she sits and breaks her bread\\nA thousand worthy souls are fed,\\nSo rich the bounties of her hand,\\nSo large the gifts at her command\\nAnd yet her store is still increased.\\nAnd she enjoys a nobler feast,\\nFor every crumb she doth dispense\\nBecomes a loaf, in recompense\\n50", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "A BRAVE GIRL\\nIn Memory of Lottie Dougherty, a telegraph oper.\\nator of millville, pennsylvania, who, in saving a\\npassenger train from destruction, received her\\ndeath wound\\nNo braver act than thine, sweet girl,\\nCan thrill the poet s heart.\\nNor touch with an ecstatic glow\\nThe painter s matchless art.\\nIn saving others thou didst give\\nThine own unspotted life,\\nAnd leave behind a name that shines\\nEffulgent through the strife.\\nWhat though the storm in fury raged,\\nThe lightnings flashed and played,\\nThe thunder pealed and roared and rolled,\\nAnd all for succor prayed\\nThy swift feet bore the signal light\\nThat saved the rushing train.\\nWith all its freight of precious lives,\\nAnd good they might attain.\\n51", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "But thou art gone thy race is run\\nDear ones have laid thee low,\\nAnd o er thy tomb the flowers of spring\\nIn tender beauty grow\\nWhilst thy freed spirit gladly soars\\nThrough realms of endless bliss,\\nAbove the tempests and the storms\\nOf such a world as this.", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "WOULD I HAD DIED\\nWould I had died, you say; for then\\nI should have left behind\\nA sacred memory in thine heart,\\nWith deathless hopes enshrined.\\nOh, say not so down in my soul\\nThine image sainted Ues,\\nBeyond the reach of aught in life\\nTo harm or to surprise.\\nAnd though on earth our feet shall tread\\n(For thou hast deemed it best)\\nOn paths which lead us far apart,\\nIn search of love and rest.\\nStill, when we cross the river cold,\\nAnd gain the thither shore.\\nWe shall together join the song\\nOf those who ve gone before.\\n53", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "We shall together backward gaze\\nAlong the road we ve trod\\nAnd learn what else we had not learned,\\nThe way that leads to God I\\n54", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "TO ANNIE: A MEMORY\\nHow strangely near thou art to-night\\nThy spirit fills my heart\\nThe hopes of other days grow bright,\\nAnd all their joys impart.\\nThine image seems to float around\\nThe circle of my mind,\\nUntil with love and peace profound\\nMy faith with thine is twined.\\nI seem to hear thy tones so sweet,\\nThe music of thy soul,\\nWhich softly as when streamlets meet.\\nAlong my memory roll.\\nI seem to feel thy fond caress,\\nThe touch of long ago,\\nThe clasp of hands which fain would bless,\\nBefore they let me go.\\n55", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "Thy lips to mine once more are pressed\\nI feel thy presence still\\nThou art my soul s most constant guest\\nThou dost my being fill.\\nS6", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "GARFIELD\\nHe s dead and all the world is sad\\nHe gained the height of earthly fame,\\nAnd as he bowed his head and died,\\nHe left us an immortal name.\\nHe s dead but he yet speaks in tones\\nSo pure, so tender, and so true,\\nThat all our hearts are still and hushed\\nAnd touched with hopes forever new.\\nHe s dead Oh, do not say he s dead\\nHis radiant pathway still doth glow\\nBeneath the sunshine of a life\\nResplendent as the virgin snow.\\nHe s dead Oh, no, not dead He sleeps\\nA gentle sleep, and after while,\\nWhen all the dreams of life are past,\\nHe 11 wake ^neath God s eternal smile.\\nSeptember 19, 1881.\\n57", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "LIFE FROM DEATH\\nThe shades of evening round me fell\\nI heard the tolling of her bell\\nI felt the darkness steal along,\\nTill hushed was every plaintive song.\\nAnon, I saw the golden day\\nAround the shadows brightly play,\\nUntil oh, life from death the sun\\nBurst forth his radiant race to run.\\nSo when the shapes of Doubt and Fear\\nCreep to my heart, all dark and drear,\\nThe morning breaks the shadows fly\\nAnd sunshine fills my summer sky.\\n58", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "TO MY DAUGHTER\\nSo you are nine years old to-day,\\nMy own old-fashioned Sue,\\nI note the fact and only say.\\nBe good and brave and true.\\n59", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "IN DAYS TO COME\\nIn days to come we plan good deeds,\\nAnd lose the golden now\\nIn days to come we mean to sow,\\nBut we forget the vow\\nIn days to come\\nIn days to come we think we see\\nA harvest rich and rare\\nIn days to come we fain would reap,\\nBut no ripe grain is there\\nIn days to come\\nIn days to come we dream fond dreams.\\nAnd think them real and true\\nIn days to come they melt away\\nSwift as the morning dew\\nIn days to come\\nIn days to come we treasures heap,\\nA store for many years\\nIn days to come they vanish all\\nAnd leave us only tears\\nIn days to come\\n60", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "And yet, in days to come, there is\\nA house not made with hands,\\nIn which, in days to come, we shall\\nWeave Life s unwoven strands\\nIn days to come\\n6t", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "ASPIRATIONS\\nLike some fair bird, which erstwhile flew\\nFar into heaven s eternal blue,\\nAnd, wafted to a purer air,\\nDid sing a song beyond compare\\nMy soul on pinions strong and bright\\nHath often taken up her flight,\\nAnd soared away on wings of love\\nTo regions far from earth above,\\nTill weary of her dizzy height.\\nAnd dazzled by the golden light.\\nShe fluttered back to earth again,\\nAnd gave her radiant joy for pain.\\nBut not content to idly lie\\nBeneath the gorgeous morning sky.\\nAnd fain to try again her wing\\nAnd in a purer ether sing,\\n62", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "She lifts herself to sail away\\nTo realms of calm and endless day,\\nWhere in a softer, sweeter sphere\\nHer outlook should be bright and clear.\\nBut all in vain, for angry clouds\\nAnd shapes of Fear in horrid crowds\\nShut out the beauty of the scene.\\nWhich seemed so lovely and serene.\\n*T is then I hear a voice Be still,\\nAnd bow before my sovereign will,\\nAnd soon, the storms all overpast.\\nThy vision shall be pure at last\\nOn sights more fair than those below.\\nOn flowers that shall forever blow,\\nThine eye for aye shall fondly gaze,\\nAnd all thy heart be filled with praise.\\n63", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "A FRAGMENT\\nHEART\\nWhence come these murmurs of the soul\\nWhich through the inmost being roll\\nThese yearnings ever on the wing,\\nOh, tell me whence their secret spring\\nFAITH\\nNo earthly joy can hush their plaint,\\nNo earthly brush their spirit paint,\\nNo earthly grief can quell their flight,\\nNo earthly pen their language write.\\nHEART\\nAbove the clouds have they their birth\\nThey flutter so mid scenes of earth\\nOr notes are they of angels song,\\nJust wafted from the distant throng\\nFAITH\\nThey are thy language, anxious heart\\nIn accents strange do they impart\\nThe earnest of a sweeter strain,\\nA grander, holier refrain\\n64", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "PROVIDENCE\\nAs God doth kindly stay\\nHis rough wind in the day\\nHis east wind keenly blows\\nSo in the time of need,\\nWhen hearts are sore and bleed,\\nHis dearest love He shows\\nFor all the storms He guides,\\nOn all the winds He rides\\nWhat we can bear He knows.\\n65", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "CHRISTMAS\\nOh, bless the happy Christmas morn\\nOn which the Holy Child was born\\nIts songs so glad, its words of cheer,\\nTo heart and memory, oh, how dear\\nIts gifts to young, and old as well\\nIts merry chimes, which sweetly tell\\nThe story of His humble birth\\nWho was the king of all the earth\\nOh, bless the hallowed joy it brings\\nThe hope which from its spirit springs\\nThe goodness trooping in its train\\nFrom Bethlehem s far distant plain\\nAnd so, with Tiny Tim, oh, pray.\\nUpon this peaceful Christmas day,\\nGod bless Us bless Us Every One\\nWith deeds of kindness gladly done.\\n66", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "THE STILL SMALL VOICE\\n[i Kings xix. ii, 12]\\nNot in the whirlwind s mighty blast,\\nNor in the earthquake s surging shock,\\nNor in the scorching, blinding flame\\nDoes God come to His little flock\\nBut in the still small voice of Love,\\nHe comes to woo and bless and cheer,\\nUntil the heart is soothed to rest,\\nAnd gone is every hurtful fear.\\n67", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "THE BRUISED REED\\nI WILL not break the bruisbd reed\\nOh weary ones, in doubt and need,\\nWith gladness hear the gentle tone\\nOf Him to whom your griefs are known.\\nI will not break the bruised reed\\nOh stricken ones, with hearts that bleed,\\nYour Saviour all your wounds shall heal,\\nAnd to your minds His Peace reveal.\\nI will not break the bruised reed\\nOh trembling ones, the message heed.\\nAnd to your Lord your sorrows tell.\\nAnd with your souls it shall be well.\\nI will not break the bruised reed\\nOh tempted ones, the lesson read.\\nAnd let your faith to Jesus cling.\\nAs all your cares to Him you bring.\\n68", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "I will not break the bruised reed\\nOh wand ring ones, your feet He 11 lead\\nIn all the straight and narrow way,\\nTill you have gained the perfect day.\\nI will not break the bruised reed\\nOh constant ones, with precious seed.\\nYour tears will soon have all been shed,\\nAnd golden sheaves shall crown each head.\\nOctober 24, 1870.\\n69", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "THE LORD JEHOVAH\\nThe Lord Jehovah is my strength\\nHe also is my song\\nHe is my hope and portion here\\nWhen doubts around me throng.\\nThe Lord Jehovah is my strength\\nHis everlasting arms\\nAre underneath to comfort me\\nWhen fear or pain alarms.\\nThe Lord Jehovah is my strength\\nHe is my all in all;\\nBeneath the shadow of his wings\\nNo danger can befall,\\nThe Lord Jehovah is my strength\\nHe is my dwelling-place\\nHe is my shield and buckler, too,\\nMy peace, my rest, my grace.\\n70", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "The Lord Jehovah is my strength\\nUpon His word I feed,\\nAnd sweeter than the honey-comb\\nThe promises I read.\\nThe Lord Jehovah is my strength\\nMy covert from the wind\\nMy hiding-place when tempests rage\\nIn Him I safety find.\\n71", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "GOD\\nCanst thou by searching find out God\\nOr grasp His secret thought\\nCanst thou through realms by angels trod\\nTrace how His plans are wrought\\nCanst thou in this brief dream of life\\nAught of His purpose show\\nCanst thou through conflict and through strife\\nHis peaceful being know\\nCanst thou tell how before His eyes\\nA thousand years are spread,\\nAs yesterday, which stricken lies\\nWith all its kindred dead\\nCanst thou look into His great mind,\\nAnd read His counsels o er\\nCanst thou in earthly wisdom find\\nOf knowledge such a store\\n72", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "Canst thou soar back on restless wing,\\nAnd through strange chaos gaze\\nUpon a world which soon should sing\\nIts great Creator s praise\\nCanst thou by human thought e er sound\\nThe depths of His great might\\nBefore an angel s pinion found\\nA pathway to the light\\nO Thou^ eternal God Thy ways\\nAre far above our thought\\nWe can but lift our hearts in praise\\nFor what Thy love hath wrought\\nWe know how weak we are how great\\nThou art, we ne er shall know\\nOh teach us in our low estate\\nThat we in faith may grow.\\nTeach us to live a life of trust\\nUpon the Son of God,\\nThat when our bodies turn to dust\\nOur works may spread abroad.\\nTeach us to live a life of love,\\nDrawn from the Saviour s breast\\nSo in the golden courts above\\nWe 11 find eternal rest.\\n73", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "THE LITTLE CHURCH OVER THE\\nHILL\\nO LITTLE church, all patched and torn,\\nThou art again left sad and lorn,\\nWith none thy sacred desk to fill\\nPoor little church over the hill\\nO little church, so oft bereaved\\nOf priests in whom thou hast believed,\\nBy changes thou hast lost thy skill\\nNice little church over the hill\\nO little church so sick and sore,\\nWe thought thy sorrows were no more\\nBut round they seem to linger still,\\nSweet little church over the hill\\nT is true no lofty organ sounds\\nWithin thy sacred, hallowed bounds,\\nTo stir and lift and waft and thrill\\nDear little church over the hill\\n74", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "Nor frescoed walls, nor bright array,\\nTo tempt the soul from heaven away,\\nAre found within thy gates so still\\nPlain little church over the hill\\nYet Christ the Lord is worshiped there\\nUpon the wings of Faith and Prayer,\\nBorne sweetly upward with a will\\nBright little church over the hill\\nAnd songs of loved ones linger round,\\nWhose incense hallows all the ground,\\nWith not a sound to jar or chill\\nRare little church over the hill\\nAnd one is not who spoke the word\\nWhich others absent gladly heard,\\nAnd now they stand on Zion s hill\\nFair little church over the hill\\nMiNERsviLLE, May, 1874.\\n75", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "MY HEART S SONG\\nOf Thee my heart would gladly sing,\\nAnd to Thy feet its tribute bring\\nOf sweetest praise and love\\nFor all the wonders of Thy grace,\\nFor all the hopes Thy Cross embrace,\\nFor all the joys above.\\nOf Thee my heart would gladly sing.\\nAnd over all the world would ring\\nThe wonders of Thy death\\nOf Thee my lips would gladly tell,\\nAnd on Thy great salvation dwell\\nWith my expiring breath\\nOf Thee my heart would gladly sing,\\nAs neath the shadow of Thy wing\\nMy soul abides secure\\nFrom fear and danger, storm and strife\\nFrom all the blasting winds of life\\nFrom all that can allure.\\n76", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "Of Thee my heart would gladly sing,\\nAnd all around would gladly fling\\nThe treasures of its joy,\\nTill others join the sweet refrain\\nAnd thus in ecstasy proclaim\\nThe hopes their tongues employ.\\nOf Thee my heart would gladly sing,\\nO Thou triumphant Lord and king,\\nIts grandest earthly song,\\nTill yonder in a grander psalm,\\nThe song of Moses and the Lamb,\\nIt shall the notes prolong.\\n77", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "COME UNTO ME\\nCome unto me, O weary soul,\\nAnd I will give you rest\\nCome when the billows wildly roll,\\nAnd lean upon my breast.\\nCome in your anguish and your grief,\\nAnd I will give you rest\\nCome when there s none to give relief.\\nAnd let your soul be blest.\\nCome in your sorrow and distress,\\nAnd I will give you rest\\nCome when you would your faults confess,\\nAnd peace shall be your guest.\\nCome in your weariness and pain,\\nAnd I will give you rest\\nCome when your hopes begin to wane.\\nAnd put my love to test.\\n78", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "INSTALLATION HYMN\\nSUNG ON THE OCCASION OF THE INSTALLATION OF REV.\\nROBERT A. HILL, OCTOBER 1 3, 1883\\nO Shepherd of Thy little flock,\\nThus far thou st led us on,\\nAnd through the darkest night Thy hand\\nHas pointed to the dawn.\\nOft with no under-shepherd dear\\nTo guide our erring feet.\\nThy faithful staff has shown the way\\nTo pastures green and sweet.\\nAnd now, O Shepherd of the sheep,\\nWe come with cheerful voice,\\nTo dedicate to service here\\nThe pastor of Thy choice.\\nAnd may the compact that we make\\nBe Glory to Thy Name\\nAnd let our aim and purpose be\\nTo spread abroad Thy fame.\\n79", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "And when on earth our work is done,\\nAnd all our conflicts o er,\\nOh, may we meet with harp and palm\\nAlong the golden shore\\n80", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "THE HEART S VIGILS\\nI sleep, but my heart waketh. Canticles\\nA DREAMY slumber shuts mine eyes,\\nAnd locks my mind in sleep,\\nBut ever on its guard, my Heart\\nA constant watch doth keep.\\nI sleep, but at the least alarm\\nMy Heart is all awake.\\nTo catch the faintest sounds of harm\\nThat through its chambers break.\\nI seem to sleep, but all around\\nThe golden gates of life\\nMy Heart keeps guard and quickly hears\\nThe slightest sound of strife.\\nI sleep, and dream of Faith and Hope,\\nAnd Peace and Joy and Love,\\nTill all my soul seems calm and still,\\nAnd grasps at things above.\\n8i", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "But still my Heart is not at rest\\nA sense of danger near\\nLurks like a ghostly spectre round,\\nAnd will not disappear.\\nOh, for a mind to rest secure\\nFrom every touch of Fear,\\nA mind to lift my Heart and Soul\\nUp to their highest sphere.\\n82", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "A VISION\\nMy soul on restless wing took flight,\\nAnd gladly soared away,\\nTill, hidden in the Infinite,\\nShe found life s purest ray.\\nT was but a moment back again\\nTo earthly things she came\\nThe glory was too grand to last,\\nToo radiant was the flame.\\nBut when at length my soul shall gain\\nThe other side of life.\\nThe gorgeous vision shall remain\\nUntouched by dream of strife\\nAnd all the endless years of God\\nNew beauties shall unfold.\\nAnd no fond yearning of the heart\\nShall ever be controlled.\\n83", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "RECOMPENSE\\nOne Christmas morn I gave my child\\nA token of my love,\\nAn earnest sweet of Him who left\\nHis Father s throne above.\\nOne day beneath the scorching sun\\nWhich beat on Afric s plain,\\nI told a yearning soul of Him\\nWho for his sins was slain.\\nMy child was pleased, but he who heard\\nWith peace and joy was filled\\nI in the gift rejoiced but by\\nThe hopes I breathed was thrilled\\n84", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "THE BLOOD OF JESUS!\\nThe blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all\\nsin.\\nThe blood of Jesus Catch the strain,\\nYe royal sons of Truth,\\nAnd let the theme proclaim His reign,\\nFresh with eternal youth.\\nThe blood of Jesus Grander grows\\nThis wondrous song of love,\\nUntil the heart with rapture flows,\\nAnd joins the harps above.\\nThe blood of Jesus O ye choirs\\nBefore the Father s throne,\\nWith gladness touch your trembling lyres,\\nAnd make His glory known.\\nThe blood of Jesus Higher still\\nThe charming anthem raise,\\nAnd let its grandeur sweetly fill\\nThe universe of praise.\\n8s", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "The blood of Jesus O ye saints,\\nHow golden is your speech\\nThe angels voices are but plaints\\nWhen they such heights would reach\\nThe blood of Jesus Join the lay,\\nYe pilgrims here below,\\nTill thou in perfect, endless day\\nThe grand new song shall know.\\n86", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "A MATCH GAME OF CROQUET\\nT WAS in the autumn of the year,\\nThe season to our hearts most dear,\\nWhen wood and field in gold and blue\\nTheir beauty o er the landscape threw,\\nTill all the scene seemed touched with love\\nAnd wore the hue of heaven above.\\nT was at the sunny hour of noon,\\nAnd bright the day as any June,\\nWhen to the dreamy fields away\\nWe did repair to play croquet.\\nThe balls were white and red and hlue,\\nThe stakes were red and white and new,\\nThe mallets bright and gorgeous too,\\nAnd so were all the Edgeworth Crew.\\nThe S wickley Club was gay and true.\\nWith girls dressed in the sweetest blue^\\nAnd all were eager for the fray,\\nThe play which Frenchmen call croquet.\\nThe game began red made a play,\\nAnd through an arch sped swift away\\n87", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "Then followed balls of every hue,\\nWhite, brown, and yellow black and blue;\\nAnd thus the circle soon was swung,\\nAnd all the welkin gladly rung\\nThe triumph of the Edgeworth Club,\\nWhich is croquet s great Western hub.\\nAgain we swung the circle round.\\nAnd left the wickets in the ground j\\n(The Constitution in each hand,\\nThe earnest of a loyal band.)\\nWith varying success we played.\\nAs each, with careful stroke, essayed\\nTo win or di^ upon a field\\nWhere shouts of victory oft had pealed.\\nThe game seemed close, the fight waxed warm,\\nAs all around like bees did swarm,\\nThe youth and beauty of the place.\\nThe sweet embodiments of grace.\\nBut soon, alas the truth seemed plain,\\nThat all the witches were not slain\\nThe day that Goody Martin died.\\nBut still do wildly, madly ride\\nO er hill and plain, o er field and dell.\\nTo bring to grief with wondrous spell\\nThe best made plans of mice and men\\nThe azurest ball in all the glen\\n88", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "For as the play went on t was found,\\nThe ball in bhce was losing ground,\\nAnd round the second arch did stay,\\nLike maidens round a pole of May.\\nT was vain to urge the blue ball through,\\nFpr well the witches saw and knew\\nThat of the pot which they did brew\\nHe had imbibed so large a stew^\\nThat all the arts of head or hand\\nCould not undo what they had planned.\\nAnd thus the fight went fiercely on.\\nOn what was once a peaceful lawn\\nRed sprites and white, and black and gray,\\nJoined in the fierce, unequal fray.\\nAnd all the rage of all the crew\\nSeemed leveled gainst the ball in blue\\nT was vain for him thus to contest\\nThe game with witches of the West.\\nBut still around the second arch\\nThe impish sprites did wildly march,\\nAs blue ball strove the arch to gain\\nAnd break the spell that gave him pain j\\nBut all in vain. His foes stood fast.\\nDetermined all his hopes to blast.\\nAt length, oh, happy thought a friend\\nA kindly hand did gladly lend,\\n89", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "And spite of sprites of every hue\\nPut blue ball gayly, grandly through.\\n(And here in hoops the blue ball bows\\nHis head in humble thanks, and vows,\\nIf e er the ball in dainty brown\\nShall fall beneath the witches frown,\\nAnd stays the second arch around,\\nWhilst other balls are gaining ground,\\nHe 11 to his rescue gladly hie,\\nAnd make the witches wildly fly.)\\nBut whilst the witching war was waged.\\nAnd on the contest madly raged\\nBetween the ball in modest blue^\\nAnd all the worthless, mumbling crew.\\nThe game was played with warmth and zest,\\nTo prove which club was truly best.\\nNow brown with noble mien did go\\nFrom arch to arch with lucky blow,\\nAnd black (worthy a better name)\\nKept even in the trancing game.\\nWhilst green, with careful, cautious stroke,\\nThe evening echoes gently woke j\\nThen yellow, white, and tuneful red,\\nBy orange swiftly, gladly led.\\nEach through their arches gayly sped,\\nAnd lustre o er the field did shed\\n90", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "The stake was gained by all but green,\\n(And blue^ of course, which, in the scene,\\nWith witches far behind had run,\\nAnd on the race had scarce begun\\nAnd on the home-stretch swept along.\\nAs insects sung their evening song,\\nAnd all the air rung with the cheers\\nOf all the smaller Edge worth dears.\\nHere orange, stately as a bride,\\nAnd in far more than regal pride,\\nDefied the balls of humbler hue.\\nAnd swiftly sped the wickets through.\\nAnd white and yellow, joined as one,\\nTogether close the gauntlet run.\\nAnd red with music sweet went through.\\nAs round the zephrys gently blew.\\nHere brown and black, with smiling grace,\\nWere next found running in the race.\\nWhilst green, with caution in his play,\\nPlied slowly on his winding way\\nAnd blue^ still blinded, sick and sore.\\nBegan to think croquet a bore.\\nAnd thus we went, and thus we played,\\nAnd thus together progress made,\\nTill all the Edgeworth club, with shouts.\\nIn which were mixed no fears nor doubts,\\n91", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "Exultant gathered round the stake\\nTo one by one their exit make.\\nThe game was played, the game was won,\\nAnd Edge worth most enjoyed the fun\\nSewickley, October 13, 1866.\\n92", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "THE THREE STAGES\\nThe scent of apple blossoms filled\\nThe balmy evening air,\\nAs Sue and I walked hand in hand,\\nA trusting, happy pair.\\nThe scent of golden apples filled\\nThe dreamy autumn air,\\nAs Sue and I walked hand in hand,\\nA wedded, happy pair.\\nThe scent of apple butter filled\\nThe cosy dining-room\\nAs Sue and I danced hand to hand\\nAround the kitchen broom.\\n93", "height": "3446", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "heartschoiceothe00lave_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "ElectroiyPed and printed by H. 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