{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2776", "width": "1908", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": ",0.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "%M* -^z y", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "77. s.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "THE GOOD SHEPHERD,\\nA CHURCH SERVICE IN SONG,\\nAND\\nOTHER VERSES.\\nBY\\nTHEODORE N. EATON,\\nPASTOR FIRST METHODIST EPISCOPAL CHURCH,\\nMCKEESPORT, PA.\\n1899\\nV-", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0011.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "rvv 1\\nOffice of t h s\u00c2\u00bb\\nCOPYRIGHT, 1899.\\n!n;r:rtact\\nCUiin.\\n1899:\\nDaily News Publishing Company,\\nMcKeesport, Pa.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0012.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\n1. The Good Shepherd, a Sermon in Song, v\\n2. Finding the Christ-Child, xl\\n3. Doubt and Good Cheer, xlii\\n4. Storm and Sunshine, xliii\\n5. Lilce a Vapor, xliv\\n6. The Old Preacher, xlv\\n7. The Last Word, xlvii\\n8. Our Hope, xlviii\\n9. My Heart Cdeth Out, xlix\\nto. Sabbath Evening Hymn,\\n11. God s Acre, jji;\\n12. To an Old Violin, jy\\n13. Little Buds, Mi\\n14. Today, Tomorrow, Someday, lix\\n15. Day Dreaming, Ix\\n16. The Witnesses, Ixi\\n17. Tot s Prayer, Ixii\\n18. Rosebud, jxiv\\n19. Decoration Day, ixvii\\n20. Finis, ixviii", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0013.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "PRAYER.\\nLMIGHTY and everlasting God, who, of thy tender\\nlove towards mankind, hast sent thy Son, our Savior\\nJesus Christ, to take upon him our flesh, and to suflfer\\ndeath upon the cross, that all mankind should follow the ex-\\nample of his great humility; mercifully grant, that we may\\nboth follow the example of his patience, and also be made\\npartakers of his resurrection; through Jesus Christ Our\\nLord. :Jlmen.\\nAlmighty God, who hast given thine only Son to be\\nunto us both a sacrifice for sin, and an example of Godly\\nlife; give us grace that we may always most thankfully\\nreceive that his inestimable benefit, and also daily endeavor\\nto follow the blessed steps of his most holy life; through\\nJesus Christ our Lord. imcn.\\nOur Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.\\nThy kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth, as\\nit is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and\\nforgive us our trespasses, as we forgive them that tres-\\npass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver\\nus from evil; for thine is the kingdom, and the power, and\\nthe glory forever. Amen.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0014.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "PSALM.\\nTsalm.\\nHE Lord is my shepherd; 1 shall not want.\\nHe maketh me to lie down in green pastures:\\nhe leadeth me beside the still waters.\\nHe restoreth me my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of\\nrighteousness for his name s sake.\\nYea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of\\ndeath, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod\\nand thy staff they comfort me.\\nThou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine\\nenemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth\\nover.\\nSurely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days\\nof my life: and 1 will dwell in the house of the Lord\\nforever.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Psalm XXIII.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0015.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "GLORIA PATRI.\\n(5T0rta ^atri.\\nLORY be to the Father, and to the Son, and\\nto the Holy Ghost as it was in the begin-\\nning, is now, and ever shall be, world with-\\nout end. Amen.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0016.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "THE GOOD SHEPHERD.\\nVERILY, verily, 1 say unto you, He that entereth\\nnot by the door into the sheepfold, but climbeth\\nup some other way, the same is a thief and\\na robber.\\nBut he that entereth in by the door is the shepherd of\\nthe sheep.\\nTo him the porter openeth; and the sheep hear his voice:\\nand he calleth his own sheep by name, and leadeth them\\nout.\\nAnd when he putteth forth his own sheep, he goeth be-\\nfore them, and the sheep follow him: for they know his\\nvoice.\\nAnd a stranger will they not follow, but will tlee from\\nhim; for they know not the voice of strangers.\\nI am the good shepherd, and know my sheep, and am\\nknown of mine.\\nAs the Father knoweth me, even so know 1 the Father:\\nand I lay down my life for the sheep.\\nAnd other sheep 1 have, which are not of this fold:\\nthem also must 1 bring, and they shall hear my voice; and\\nthere shall be one fold, and one shepherd.\\n-St. John X: I-?, 14-16.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0017.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "THE GOOD SHEPHERD.\\nGod of our fathers, thee we praise,\\nInto thy gracious presence come;\\nTo thee great King, our hearts we raise.\\nAs low we bend before thy throne:\\nO Lord, our God, thy Blessings send.\\nAs low we bend, as low we bend.\\nThough human voices ne er can sing\\nSuch strains as set thy glory forth,\\nNor prayers that men can ever bring\\nDeclare the splendor of thy reign,\\nO Lord, our God, thy blessings send,\\nAs low v/e bend, as low we bend.\\nNo other incense can we burn.\\nNor offering on thine altars lay,\\nThan hearts disposed from sin to turn\\nAnd trust in our redeeming Lord:\\nO Lord, our God, thy blessings send.\\nAs low we bend, as low we be bend.\\nThou dost invite; thy spirit cries,\\nLet all the heavy-laden come!", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0018.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "THE GOOD SHEPHERD.\\nWho on my word, my love relies\\nShall never from my face be driven:\\nO Lord, our God, thy blessings send,\\nAs low we bend, as low we bend.\\nO let us ne er forget thy love,\\nNor yet thy gracious counsel shun\\nSend us thy Spirit from above.\\nAnd fix in us thine own abode,\\nThat we may Abba, Father cry,\\nAnd ever on thy strength rely. Amen.\\n\u00e2\u0099\u00a6Adapted to Dek oven s Recessional music.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0019.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "xii THE GOOD SHEPHERD.\\nCcxt\\nIris jxmn shEi?Pt hs gcEtfT\\nf nllnxw him, for tlr^g kncnu\\nhis WfliCB. JoHNx:4.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0020.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "THE GOOD SHEPHERD.\\nSermon*\\nTHE orient shepherds built, with prudent care,\\nTheir ample folds, well walled around, that there,\\nNot distant from abodes of men, each night.\\nFrom evening s hush till morning s mellow light.\\nWith doors made fast, their flocks of gentle sheep\\nAnd tender lambs, secure, in peace might sleep.\\nHis station at the door, or on the walls,\\nAs faithful as the watch in princely halls,\\nA porter, who, with ear attent, would hear\\nAnd bravely guard, if any foe came near.\\nHere, gathered from the distant plain and hill,\\nFrom pastures green and from the waters still,\\nAs night drew near, the gentle flocks, well fed.\\nAnd each one by its faithful shepherd led.\\nWere brought within the fold, that all might rest", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0021.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "THE GOOD SHEPHERD.\\nTogether as one flock, and then in quest,\\nOf frugal evening meal, each watcher sought\\nHis humble peasant home and, with no thought\\nOf care, hunger appeased, at his behest\\nThere came the angel Sleep to bring him lest.\\nWhen now the western firmament, that shone\\nWith gold and crimson glories all her own,\\nHas lost the splendor of her evening hues,\\nAnd perfumed skies distilled and dropped their dews\\nUpon a slumbering earth when stars have kept\\nTheir all-night vigils over men who slept;\\nEre yet the sun his fiery form has pressed\\nAbove earth s far off eastern edge and blessed\\nThe world with fulness of another day\\nBefore the mellow twilight spreads its grey\\nIn such profusion as to light the way\\nThe shepherd, waking from his dreamless stay\\nIn peaceful slumber-land, once more is roused\\nTo thought of those which yester e en he housed\\nWithin the friendly shelter of the fold.\\nBecause he loves the sheep, and not for gold.\\nHis eyes no more to slumber bands he yields;\\nIntent to lead his flock to pasture fields,", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0022.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "THE GOOD SHEPHERD.\\nFrom simple store of food his fast he breaks,\\nAnd hastens to the fold ere day awakes.\\nTo him the porter opens wide the door;\\nHe enters and with call oft heard before,\\nNot long, nor loud, but wonderfully sweet.\\nHe stirs the slumbering flocks a friend to greet.\\nTo some his voice no welcome accent brings\\nThey know him not, nor know the notes he sings;\\nBut ears there are which hear as if some strain\\nOf well known melody were sung again;\\nWhen called by name with eager haste they run\\nFor so the shepherd designates each one\\nAnd follow him, whatever way he wends,\\nAs men would follow tried and trusted friends.\\nHe journeys with them toward the mountain side,\\nWhere grows the grass in meadows green and wide:\\nBut far away those pasture lands are found,\\nAnd many a rough, steep, pathway, winding round\\nIn tortuous and uncertain course, they tread:\\nAbout them, dense and dark, the forests spread:\\nBecause the mountain is with rocks begirt,\\nFull many a precipice they closely skirt;", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0023.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "THE GOOD SHEPHERD.\\nThey clamber over rocks o ergrown with moss,\\nAnd dashing mountain streams they leap across\\nBefore they reach the journey s end, and stand\\nIn safety in the mountain meadow land.\\nOQOOnOofJOOQO\\noOooOooOooOo", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0024.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "THE GOOD SHEPHERD.\\nHis (Cr0S3.\\nOur Lord, who knew\\nOf shepherds true,\\nWho led their sheep,\\nBy pathways steep,\\nTo pastures wide,\\nOn mountain side.\\nHath said, that, When he putteth forth his own,\\nThe sheep that hear his voice and know liis call.\\nHe sends them not to try the way alone,\\nBut goes before and knows and cares for all.\\nThus may we know.\\nWho onward go,\\nO er life s rough roads,\\nWith heavy loads;\\nWhate er the v/ay\\nWe walk today.\\nOur feet shall not\\nPress any spot,\\nBy Him untried;\\nUnsanctified\\nBy footprints of\\nHim whom we love.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0025.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "THE GOOD SHEPHERD.\\nWEARY wanderer through the tields of time,\\n1 grope my way amid a dark world s grime;\\nhi dangerous and toilsome paths 1 tread,\\nLife filled with burden, soul oppressed with dread,\\nUntil, sometimes, 1 almost ask release,\\nRelease from burden and from fear surcease;\\nThen pause and try God s purposes to scan.\\nAnd feel, that once to understand his plan,\\nTo know why in such ways my lot should fall,\\nTwere easier, with brave heart, to meet it all;\\nTo face the thousand ills which mar my life,\\nAnd calm and peaceful front all mundane strife.\\nWhy might 1 not begin my life to train\\nIn some fair world entirely free from stain?\\nWhy should I ever stand with danger girt?\\nWhy wearily contend with foes alert\\nWhy must I, in a straight and narrow path.\\nWith solemn dread of everlasting wrath.\\nMy wayward life, with constant effort, press\\nAs many things to burden as to bless\\nWhile, everywhere, broad paths of danger lie.\\nWith beauty fringed, to tempt me from the sky?", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0026.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "THE GOOD SHEPHERD.\\nNor am 1 first in undertaking quest\\nFor answer, which might bring the troubled rest\\nBefore the priestly oi^ke and the church,\\nAs old as heartache, older still the search\\nAs old as sin, distrust, despair and grief,\\nWhen sacred promise brought but slight relief.\\nThese questions are. The thoughtful of all time,\\nThe tempted, troubled, tried, of every clime.\\nHave asked, with throbbing heart and anxious mind,\\nWhy God should choose for helpless human kind\\nA v/orld with evil filled as training place;\\nWhy doom to pain and death a human race.\\nIn all the passing years, no answer came;\\nPhilosopher and sage could nothing frame\\nOf helpful words with power to bring content\\nTo struggling ones, however well was meant\\nTheir idle work of spinning theories.\\nWhich make us see but men as walking trees;\\nAnd those, who, in their agony, have cried\\nTo heaven as humble suppliants, have died\\nBefore a message came to solve their doubt.\\nDrive gloom away, and put their fear to rout.\\nDown deep in nature s heart the causes lie:", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0027.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "TME GOOD SHEFHl^RD.\\nWe cannot fathom though with tears we tr}\\nHer depths; but left to comfort us is trust\\nThat God, the God of nature, still is just;\\nAnd, when, with earnest gaze, we search the sea\\nOf our own inner life, there can but be\\nReflected back such picture as will tell\\nTo all, who know to read the spirit well,\\nThat God, who sends all worlds to whirl in space,\\nWho lixes fast their bounds, decrees their pace,\\nAnd makes them sing, in glorious strain, his praise,\\nIn anthems such as morning stars can raise.\\nAnd settles all their destiny forever,\\nThough He be infinite in power, can never\\nTo kinship with himself our spirits bring.\\nOr make it possible due praise to sing,\\nUntil our moral worth securely fixed\\nBy choices free, where strangely mixed\\nThe good and evil intertwined lie\\nOur spirits dare to claim such kinship high.\\nWe walk by faith we cannot walk by sight\\nHere will 1 rest, in darkness of this night.\\nThough not a single star can send its ray\\nThrough cloudy skies, which overhang the way:\\nThe soul of thino:s is ijood, and God above,", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0028.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "THE GOOD SHEPHHKD.\\nWho made this world and fashioned us, is love.\\nHe plans no evil thing, and this w^orld s strife\\nMust, somehow, issue in a better life.\\nIt shall not give me fret that mountain peaks\\nShow broader, grander, views to him who seeks\\nTheir summits, than the level plain can give\\nTo men content forever there to live\\nNor shall my soul be vexed that meadows lie.\\nSometimes, on mountain slopes, while, parched and dry.\\nThe plain below, unfruitful fields and bare.\\nSpreads out, where none may feed; nor shall 1 dare\\nGive place to plaint because within the wall,\\nSecure and strong, there is not food for all\\nThe flocks which, mingling, rest in safety there.\\nProtected by a faithful porter s care.\\n1 try no more the mystery to solve;\\nWithin my mind no more dark thoughts revolve,\\nBecause 1 know the shepherd-spirit, kind.\\nHas put me forth in these rough ways to find\\nThe pastures green; and 1, with strength conceived\\nAnd born of hope, as one who has believed\\nThe glad report that all is done in love,\\nWith eyes forever fixed on things above.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0029.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "THH GOOD SHEPHERD.\\nWill gladly toil; will every danger face;\\nAnd run with patient joy the weary race,\\nBecause into the life the blessed know\\nNo man without these things could ever grow;\\nFor this the Shepherd puts me forth to try\\nThe dangers and the toil of mountains high.\\nWhat seems but ill,\\nIn all our storm and stress,\\nComes after all to bless:\\nMy soul be still.\\nThe heart s best thrill\\nOf joy is felt, at last.\\nWhen pain endured is past:\\nTrust and be still.\\nIt is God s will\\nThat stress, and storm, and pain,\\nShould never come in vain:\\nTrust and be still.\\nTrust and be still\\nAnd let pain, stress and storm\\nGive thee each day the form\\nThat suits his will.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0030.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "THB GOOD SHHPHERD.\\nS when the shepherd putteth forth his own,\\nAnd bids them walk in ways before unknown,\\nHe goes before them, and they hear his voice\\nAnd follow him, so, 1 in this rejoice;\\nThe Lord, our Shepherd, in the heavy lore\\nOf sorrow deeply learned is. The core\\nOf earth s most bitter fruit is to his taste\\nFamiliar, and the trials which lay waste\\nOur lives were burdens which he bravely bore:\\nIn all these ways, our shepherd goes before.\\nWe do not journey any road untried\\nBy him. A foe whom he has not dehed\\nWe shall not meet. Whatever ills we bear\\nHave darkened old Judea s roadway where\\nThe Master entered it and walked along.\\nWe sing no minor strain of saddened song.\\nWe strike no note of sorrow, that would not\\nFind melancholy chord in all his lot.\\nTis this of which the sacred penman writes.\\nWhen he for us the sacred words indites:\\nFor it became him for whom all things are.\\nIn bringing many sons from earth afar,\\nHim by whom all things have their being here,", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0031.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "THE GOOD SHEPHERD.\\nIn bringing sons to glory, who are dear\\nTo him, to make the Captain of the host,\\nHim in whose life and love and death they boast,\\nA perfect Prophet, Priest and King,\\nA perfect Savior, through his suiTering.\\nCease thy lament, O, child of earth.\\nCompare thy lot with his, who had his birth\\nIn Bethlehem; who taught in Gallilee,\\nJerusalem, and on the stormy sea\\nGenesaret; and, in Judea, wrought,\\nIn love, the wondrous cure of all who sought\\nHis sovereign power in healing arts,\\nAnd spoke his word of peace to troubled hearts,\\nDost thou know what it is for bread to toil,\\nAnd, art thou sick at heart of this world s moil?\\nThe Master s hand has pushed the plane,\\nAnd held the hammer and the nails, and stain\\nOf labor been upon his coarse, cheap dress.\\nWhile he, with humble, loyal faithfulness\\nTo Joseph, took the place of tlrst born son,\\nAnd found in work disgrace, or burden, none.\\nHast thou for home a very humble place?\\nHas fortune failed thee? in the wild, mad race", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0032.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "THE GOOD SHEPHERD.\\nFor earthly gain hast fallen far behind?\\nThou still hast riches more, in every kind\\nOf present treasure, than our Lord, who said:\\nThe Son of man hath not whereon his head\\nMay lie, while e en the birds have nests.\\nAnd the wild fox the hole wherein he rests.\\nAt Bethany and in Capernaum\\nLove opened humble doors that he might come\\nWithin, an honored friend, and, there, find rest\\nAmong the lowly ones, who loved him best;\\nOr, there, awhile, precarious shelter take\\nFrom growing plots, which envious priests did make\\nAgainst him and his messianic throne;\\nBut often he would spend the night alone\\nUpon some quite deserted mountain side;\\nOr, with the men he loved, at eventide,\\nWould wend his way across the Kedron vale,\\nInto the garden, where was heard his wail\\nOf bitter struggle with the powers of night,\\nAnd, sheltered by the trees, would wait the light.\\nOh, Garden of the Olive Press,\\nGethsemane, on Olivet,\\nThy trees still stand but ne er confess.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0033.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "THE GOOD SHEPHERD.\\nTo waiting souls their words might bless,\\nThe things they know so well.\\nThere, underneath thy spreading shade.\\nSweet, sad Gethsemane,\\nUpon thy sod, my Master laid\\nHis weary form, or all night prayed,\\nAs was his wont, to God.\\nWhat things he said, what joy he knew\\nSweet, glad Gethsemane\\nWhat rest he found, what comfort true,\\nMight seem to us forever new,\\nIf thou couldst tell us all.\\nO Son of God, thou Son of man, who world\\nOn world, with God-like skill and power, hast hurled\\nOut into space, in regions far beyond\\nThe sight of men, and fastened, with the bond\\nOf thine own word, the stars to shine above,\\nAbjectly poor didst thou become, in love\\nFor us, that, through thy want and woe, all we.\\nWho love and trust thee in thy poverty.\\nMade rich, might see the wonders of thy grace\\nAs manifested to a ruined race.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0034.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "THE GOOD SHEPHERD.\\nHast thou in life known burden hard to bear?\\nWhich of thy burdens now shall we compare\\nWith the tremendous loads which Jesus bore,\\nUntil, at last, the heart, which long was sore.\\nNo longer able to endui e its grief,\\nDid break, and thus in death he found relief.\\nHas every tiber of thy soul been i-ent\\nBy trials and temptations Satan-sent?\\nE en yet thou hast not sutfered more\\nIn all thy years than Jesus did of yore,\\nWhen, in the forty days of varied test,\\nSatan besought him yield to his behest\\nOr, in Gethsemane, sore pressed, he prayed.\\nAnd like a devastating wave, unstayed\\nBy rugged ocean shores, o er him there came\\nThe agony that swept and swayed his frame.\\nO, Garden of the Agony,\\nGethsemane, on Olivet,\\nSuch story thou couldst tell to me\\nOf anguish, as should make me see\\nWhat things my Lord endured.\\nThere, underneath thy spreading trees,\\nSad, sad Gethsemane,", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0035.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "THE GOOD SHEPHERD.\\nHe drank the cup down to the lees,\\nThe cup of bitterness, beneath thy trees.\\nAnd said, Thy will be done.\\nHast thou been undervalued and unsought,\\nMaligned, insulted, spit upon, and brought\\nInto disgrace? Have brethren foes become.\\nFriends spoken slightingly, left thee alone?\\nHast thou been butfeted with cruel hand?\\nAs crown upon thy brow, a twisted band\\nOf thorns pressed down, until great drops of red\\nFrom currents of thine own life stained thy head;\\nAnd on thy shoulder has the cross been borne\\nTill, by the wayside, fainting and forlorn,\\nThou stumbledst and fell down and, hast thou known\\nThe awful hour, when God left thee alone;\\nWhen from thy lips was forced the plaintive cry,\\nMy God, why hast thou left me thus, alone, to try\\nMy strength gainst those whose highest joy is strife,\\nUnaided by thy presence, which is life?\\nIn all, thou hast not suffered more than he.\\nWho bore thy sins upon the accursed tree.\\nBut we could better bear the ills, which throng\\nOur way in life, than meet the Giant, strong,", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0036.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "THE GOOD SHEPHERD.\\nDefiant, proud, of fearful mien, wliose glance\\nHath power to wither all. Men name him Death,\\nAnd speak the name with awe and bated breath.\\nHis dwelling place the grave, dark, loathsome, dread;\\nIts cavern floors with skeletons are spread.\\nHe daily sallies forth and thousands fall\\nHis presence doth the stoutest heart appall.\\nThanks be to God, who ne er deserts his own.\\nWe need not meet this enemy alone:\\nThe Master, to the tomb, as everywhere,\\nHas gone before us, and, in conflict there.\\nHas overcome: there, in its fearful shade.\\nHas waged a warfare which has laid\\nThe Giant, Death, prostrate, defeated, low;\\nAt touch divine, a fully conquered foe.\\nLook thou, O, man thou who dost stand in dread.\\nLest he, who bears the glass and scythe, with tread\\nRelentless come thy way, and cut thy stalk\\nOf unripe life, and o er it rudely walk.\\nAnd none be found to run to thy relief;\\nThis man of sorrows and acquaint with grief\\nHas walked the weary way of life throughout:\\nNow, at the end, in triumph hear him shout,\\nO, Grave! where is thy victory; and where,", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0037.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "THE GOOD SHEPHERD.\\nO, Death, thy sting? From open sepulcher\\nHe cries to us, Henceforth the tomb, I leave,\\nIs not a prison-house, nor shall men weave\\nAbout it dreadful thoughts; and all the place\\nHe fills with glorious light, while, by his grace,\\nWe write above its door, these words of cheer,\\nFear not ye mortals when ye enter here.\\n^m\\nL^^", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0038.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "THE GOOD SHEPHERD.\\nWwr (ilrass.\\nThus was it written,\\nTo calm the smitten;\\nBitter to sweeten;\\nDark days to brighten;\\nBurdens to Hghten;\\nThe shepherd when he putteth forth his own,\\nThe sheep that hear his voice, to him are known,\\nGoes on before. He sends them not alone.\\nAnd thus we know,\\nOur feet shall go.\\nIn no rough way.\\nIn our own day.\\nThat was not trod,\\nO, Son of God,\\nBy thee, alone,\\nWhen to atone\\nFor guilty man,\\nAnd lift the ban,\\nThou walked this way\\nIn thine own dav.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0039.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "THE GOOD SHEPHERD.\\nHE shepherd goes, not far away, before.\\nAnd lingers, waiting until all cross o er\\nThe streams. The bleating of the weary lamb\\nHe hears, and quickly gathers it to calm\\nAnd safe repose within a generous fold\\nOf his own mantle. Weary ones, and old,\\nHe makes the object of his special care.\\nHe journeys slowly up the hills and where\\nThe way is steep or rough; and, if a sheep.\\nBy wandering far, be lost, he will not sleep,\\nBut leave the ninety and the nine, to rest\\nWithin the fold, and go, in patient quest.\\nTo seek the one, on lonely mountain side,\\nAnd when he finds the wand rer, far and wide\\nHis joyous song resounds, and friends rejoice\\nWhen echoes back to them the shepherd s voice.\\nSo may we feel assured that, in our hours\\nOf greatest need, our Shepherd s care is ours.\\nHe goes not far before; he hears our cry;\\nReady to meet our want is ever nigh.\\nWhen has the Master been so near to thee,\\nAs when it was so dark thou couldst not see", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0040.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "THE GOOD SHEPHERD.\\nTo find thy way along life s path, and, in\\nThy troubled dream, didst cry aloud to him,\\nO, Master, help! or, 1, thy child, am lost.\\nHe nearest is to those who, tempest tossed,\\nMost feel the need of help; to those who bear\\nThe heavy burden most; to those who wear\\nThe mourner s weeds, and those who are contrite.\\nThe heart of man doth not grow mellow quite\\nTill God sends sorrow as the ripening frost\\nThe highest things are purchased at such cost.\\nIf challenged to the proof that thus our Lord\\nIs near to those who walk in sweet accord\\nWith him, in hours of peril and distress.\\nWhen fortune fails and enemies oppress,\\nThe story of ten thousand martyr lives.\\nWrit long ago in sanguinary lines.\\nIlluminated by divinest light,\\nBeyond a possible defeasance might\\nEstablish all our claim. The prototype\\nOf all the holy martyr race, first ripe\\nOf all for Heaven, the victim of the hate\\nOf those who vengeance breathed and were irate\\nAgainst our Lord and all who honored him.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0041.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "THE GOOD SHEPHERD.\\nHeld him not nearer, when, in distance dim,\\nThe parted clouds and riven vault of blue\\nYielded his steadfast gaze their vision true,\\nThan multitudes, in after years, who thought\\nNot life itself so dear it should be bought\\nAt cost of cursing him who brought to light\\nThat life which ends no more in death s dread night.\\nCould vv^e, who, spirits willing, yet to earth\\nAre fastened by our bodies from our birth\\nUntil released by death could we, made light\\nAs angels are and giv n angelic sight.\\nBut soar o er earth to scan its history,\\nObserving all, as angels do; then would we see.\\nIn every chamber where the sick abide;\\nBy ever3^ mother at a cradle side\\nWhen death comes near; in every busy mart\\nWhere noble men have seen their wealth depart\\nIn each unequal struggle where the good\\nHave met misfortune; one has stood\\nUnseen by vulgar eyes, hid from the gaze\\nOf careless ones, with form of radiant grace\\nAnd beauty, crowned and clothed in light of heaven-\\nStood to fulfill the ancient promise given\\nGiven to his own before he did ascend", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0042.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "THE GOOD SHEPHERD.\\nTo heaven, Lo, I am with you to the end!\\nThen should we know that, in all burdened years,\\nNo man, with honest soul and bitter tears,\\nHas tried to hold the current of his life.\\nWith firm hand, steady, where the fearful strife\\nIs made unequal by the might of foes;\\nNor any soul, enduring trial throes.\\nStood firm, despite his nature s wayward trend.\\nAgainst the wiles of Satan, who would bend\\nOur lives, red-heated in the furnace of\\nTemptation, to the ugly form and love\\nOf things which would destroy; nor any man\\nOf upward look and high and holy plan.\\nBetween the nether millstone of desire\\nAnd upper stone of what God s laws require\\nBeen ground; but that the eye of faith could see,\\nQuite near, that radiant presence it was he\\nWho, in the furnace sevenfold hot, was seen\\nAs fourth whose presence was the fireproof screen\\nWhich saved the holy Hebrew three, when swathed\\nIn flames, and brought them otf unscathed;\\nNor has a Christian come to death s dark vale.\\nBut it was turned by Him into a dale,\\nCool, shadowy and peaceful, and the Son of God\\nMade the way easy by his staff and rod.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0043.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "THE GOOD SHEPHERD.\\nShall we complain because we tread rough ways,\\nIn climbing to the mountain top and blaze\\nOf splendor, which shall there surround and light,\\nWith glory all ineffable and bright,\\nOur joyous lives, redeemed forever more?\\nNay, but rejoice, because He goes before.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0044.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "THE GOOD SHEPHERD.\\nW\\nITH joy we entered, Lord, thy house.\\nThat we might worship there;\\nIn peace, now bid us all depart.\\nUnder thy watchful care.\\nIf thou shalt lead to pastures green,\\nOr by the waters still.\\nHelp us, with thankful hearts, to go\\nObedient to thy will.\\nBut if thou lead by pathways rough,\\nO, may we nothing fear,\\nBut trust the promise thou hast given.\\nForever to be near.\\nIn peace now bid us all depart.\\nAs here with joy we came:\\nTeach us to rest in thy great love,\\nForever more the same.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0045.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "THE GOOD SHEPHERD.\\nNow the God of peace that brought\\nagain from the dead Our Lord Jesus, that\\ngreat Shepherd of the sheep, through the\\nblood of the everlasting covenant, make you\\nperfect in every good work to do his will,\\nworking in you that which is well pleasing\\nin his sight; through Jesus Christ, to whom\\nbe glory for ever and ever. Amen.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0046.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0047.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "xl FINDING THE CHRIST-CHILD.\\nFinding t\\\\\\\\t (Elrrist-OIiTittl.\\nI\\nheard the story of the Christ-child s birth,\\nAnd prayed, Kind Shepherds, O show me\\nWhere babe and Madonna may be,\\nFor they say that the Christ-child came to earth.\\nCame to speak to me.\\nA sad voice replied,\\nThe shepherds have died,\\nAnd do not hear thee.\\nII\\nMuch grieved that shepherds could not hear my prayer,\\n1 cried, O Wise Men, happy band.\\nWho, coming from a far-off land,\\nThe Christ-child found, O, show me where\\nIs the sacred spot.\\nAgain the voice said,\\nThe Wise Men are dead.\\nAnd they hear thee not.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0048.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "FINDING THE CHRIST-CHILD. xli\\n111\\nHeart sick because no help could come from men;\\nAngels, who sang the Christ-child s birth,\\nCome back once more, come back to earth,\\nI cried, Sing me your song of peace again,\\nAnd show me the way.\\nOnce more the voice spoke,\\nWhy angels invoke?\\nThey come not today.\\nIV\\nMy heart no more from breaking could 1 keep:\\n1 sat down beside another.\\nOne who sought and found not, brother\\nTo him in his grief, and turned aside to weep:\\n1 heard a low sound;\\nA voice sweet and mild,\\nI am the Christ-child,\\nIt said, thou hast found.\\nIll", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0049.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "xlii DOUBT AND GOOD CHEER.\\ngauW and dtood Qlter.\\nHE funeral dirge of faith\\nSadly sang a maiden,\\nMid the wrack and wraith\\nOf her early Aiden,\\nIn the autumn:\\nAway from their empty, dangling nests,\\nThe birds are flown into fathomless air\\nAs out of its old belief and rest\\nMy soul has wandered where?\\nA song of abiding cheer.\\nThough the leaves were falling,\\nSang one who sat near,\\nBut heard glad voices calling\\nFrom the springtime:\\nAgain to rebuild their dangling nests\\nShall the birds come back in the springtime fair\\nSo the soul, that once by faith M^as blest.\\nNever, forever, shall despair,", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0050.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "STORM AND SUNSHINE. xliii\\nA\\nStarm and SunslrttiB.\\nS rain and sunshine, wind and storm\\nAll shape the growing tree,\\nAnd make its trunk and spreading form\\nThe generous thing we see,\\nUnder whose shade the weary rest\\nWhen fainting by the way\\nSo storm and sunshine should give zest\\nTo growing men, who may,\\nIn after years, when stress has brought\\nTo them that splendid form,\\nWhich never can by ease be wrought,\\nBut grows alone in storm,\\nBe like the tree which stands to say.\\nTo every weary one,\\nBeneath my branches here you may\\nBe sheltered from the sun.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0051.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "xliv LIKE A VAPOR.\\nyk^ n ^a;p;Gr.\\nIKE a morning vapor rising from the stream,\\nMisty, vague, uncertain;\\nFleecy, silken curtain,\\nHanging for a moment, fading like a dream,\\nIs the life of man.\\nBut the breath of heaven, in earth s valleys chilled,\\nWinter-bound and lonely,\\nHere appearing only\\nTill the morning warms it, as our God hath willed;\\nSuch the life of man.\\nSee, the mist can tarry but a little time:\\nSilent, stealthy, certain,\\nLifts the fleecy curtain;\\nIn a moment pass we to another clime;\\nPass the sons of men.\\nSay not thou tomorrow; morrow may not dawn;\\nLet today be brightened\\nBy a life well rightened,\\nFor if comes tomorrow, you may then be gone\\nGone beyond earth s ken.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0052.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "THE OLD PREACHER. xlv\\nTlir mi l^rrcicher.\\nS the years crept on with a sure, steady pace,\\nThe preacher, who had been a giant in strength,\\nHad stooped, become grey, and grown pallid of face,\\nUntil he had fallen, and lay there at length.\\nProne on his couch, like some hero whose power\\nHad vanished, and left him robbed of his dower.\\nIn time long gone by, with his heart stirred by love.\\nHe felt himself called, as a herald of truth,\\nTo bear news of salvation from heaven above;\\nHad given unstinted both manhood and youth;\\nNow old he lies dying; soon all will be o er.\\nAnd he will have crossed to the other shore.\\nHe lingers, and dreams of some scene in the past;\\nOf people assembled, and church lacking light;\\nOf himself as reluctant, but compelled at the last;\\nAnd murmurs: There will be no preaching tonight.\\nAh! Tonight there will be no preaching tis true.\\nBut heaven will dawn on the old preacher s view.\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0The last words of the Pev. Dr. D. L. Dcmpsey.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0053.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "xlvi\\nTHE OLD PREACHER.\\nThe lights are gone out, the doors are shut close,\\nThe key has been turned in the rusty old lock;\\nThe preacher, gone forth to the grave, finds repose;\\nNew voices must plead, others point to the Rock\\nOn which men shall stand, to the One who gives light;\\nBy him there will no more be preaching tonight.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0054.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "THE LAST WORD.\\nTfe tHst mjxvi:\\nLET it be recorded, shine forth as the hght,\\nWhere er sin has shrouded mortal man in night,\\nJesus is a refuge, thither men may flee;\\nHe can loose their fetters, he can set them free.\\nLet it be recorded, graven in the stone,\\nWhere er hearts are aching, where is heard a moan,\\nJesus Christ can comfort all who are in tears;\\nHe can bear their sorrows, he can calm their fears.\\nLet it be recorded, where er doubt is rife,\\nWhere er men are longing for immortal life;\\nTell them Christ has conquered, cast down death and hell-\\nTell them they may join him angel ranks to swell.\\nLet it be recorded, graven well in stone.\\nShout aloud the message, Jesus died to atone:\\nPreach, and sing, and tell he triumphed o er the grave;\\nNowhere is a sinner, Jesus cannot save.\\n*Tlie venerable Dr. Samuel Wakfield, who died in his ninety-sixth year,\\nsaid, as his last coherent utterance, 1 want to jiut it on record that there\\nis no sinner so low hut Jesus can save him.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0055.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "xlviii OUR HOPE.\\n\u00c2\u00aewr Hnifit,\\nE live in a world by shadows o er cast;\\nWhere night follows day with all too great haste\\nWhere winter chills summer with ruthless blast,\\nAnd makes of all nature wide spreading waste\\nWhere childhood vanishes like morning dew;\\nWhere youth with its buoyancy soon fades away;\\nWhile manhood bears burdens that ever are new,\\nAnd age with its weariness closes life s day;\\nWhere death follows fast and in frigid embrace\\nEach mortal holds hard to his chilly breast\\nAnd thus hurries on each man of the race\\nTo find in the grave his earliest rest:\\nBut the hope of the Christian mounts up to the skies,\\nTo a home where there comes neither winter nor night\\nWhere no one grows old, and no one e er dies,\\nAnd all is enduring, immortal and bright.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0056.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "MY HEART CRIETH OUT. xlix\\nHUv Hmvt OlrxKtlT 0ut.\\nHE gates of life swung open wide,\\nOne day, upon a new made land;\\nA living soul came in; and then, to hide\\nFrom mortal eyes, by God s command,\\nThe regions back of life, the over-world.\\nThe angel standing there to guard,\\nTo duty s call responsive, quickly hurled\\nThem shut again, and then stood ward.\\nThe brazen gates of death swung open soon\\nTo let that soul slip out again,\\nWhen by divine command, to keep the boon\\nOf knowledge from the sons of men,\\nTo hide from sight the borders of the land\\nWhere spirits dwell the somber guard.\\nAn angel who stands there with eager hand,\\nQuick shut the gate, and then stood v/ard.\\nAnd with a faithfulness divinely true,\\nThose wards have stood and guarded so\\nThe gates of life and death, the ages through.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0057.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "MY HEART CRIETH OUT.\\nThat when men come, and when men go,\\nNo careless moment do they stand ajar\\nTo show us either start or goal,\\nThe mystic regions, shimmering lands afar,\\nThe whence and whither of the soul.\\nBut long ago there dawned a day so bright,\\nThat one, who looked with eager care\\ninto himself, and learned to read aright.\\nWhat had been always written there,\\nCould see, deep-chisled on the walls\\nOf inmost rooms, indellibly,\\nWhat, whosoever treads these inner halls,\\nMust read,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 GOD,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 IMMORTALITY.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0058.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "SABBATH EVENING HYMN.\\n^aliiicitlT gwBning Hgmn.\\nY soul, awake and sing:\\nBring praises to our King\\nWith gladsome sound:\\nHis mercy and his grace,\\nExtended to our race.\\nWith rolling years keep pace,\\nTo us abound.\\nAnother day of days,\\nA Sabbath filled with praise.\\nE en now is past:\\nIn home and temple fair.\\nHave mingled hymn and prayer.\\nWhile we, with joy, our care\\nOn Him have cast.\\nAs shadows gather round,\\nMay love and peace abound\\nIn every heart;\\nGod give us sleep tonight", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0059.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "Hi SABBATH EVENING HYMN.\\nKeep us till morning light;\\nAnd never from the right\\nLet us depart.\\nWhen Sabbath days are o er,\\nAnd we on earth no more\\nMay meet to pray;\\nIn richer, happier lays,\\nWith angels may we raise,\\nIn heaven, our song of praise.\\nThrough endless days.\\nDOXOLOGY.\\nWe praise thee. Father, Son,\\nAnd Spirit, Three in One,\\nAnd thee alone;\\nWhile all before thee bend,\\nTo us thy presence lend.\\nAnd let our song ascend\\nUp to thy throne.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0060.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "GOD S ACRE. liii\\n(^ai s AcrB.\\n6 6 y^^OD s acre they call the field\\nI 1 Where the bodies of men, asleep,\\nNow lie waiting till earth shall yield\\nHer precious stores, and even the Deep\\nOld Ocean shall give up the dead\\nWho lie on hidden sea mosses,\\nResting as sleepers in bed\\nWhen night hours are dreamlessly peaceful.\\nWhat ground shall bring forth\\nFruit of such worth.\\nWhen trumpeter s call\\nThe harvesters all,\\nTo glean, in God s fields, for heaven s great store\\nOf spirits immortal and blest evermore.\\nAs God s acre?\\nGod s acre has grown until,\\nBy thousands, now, we number\\nThe broad acres of valley, hill,\\nAnd well shaded slope, where slumber", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0061.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "liv GOD S ACRE.\\nSomebody s dear friends and loved ones,\\nWith no one sleeping so soundly\\nBut all shall hear the summons\\nTo rise and meet the king, in mid-air.\\nIn these broad acres shall these reapers,\\nFrom seed thus sown,\\nAll gather God s own,\\nAnd there shall be garnered a store of sheaves,\\nIn number far greater than rich autumn s leaves.\\nFrom God s thousand acres.\\nHI", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0062.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "TO AN OLD VIOLIN.\\nTo An mi Violin.\\nCOME tell me speak slowly and lowly, in whispers,\\nold fiddle\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe secret thou holdest so long, come tell me thy\\nriddle.\\nNeck slender and shapely, thy amber shining and golden.\\nBouts well proportioned, delicate purfling, workmanship\\nolden,\\nThou seemest but beech, spruce, and eb ny, a thing of mere\\nwood\\nDeftly united, with gut strung, all easily understood;\\nAnd thou hast no heart that can feel a delicate passion,\\nNor canst thou know suflfering after our we:ik human\\nfashion.\\nCome tell why, from under thy quivering belly and filling\\nThy curving /-holes, should come such melody thrilling.\\nWhence the song of the woods; the music of water falling;\\nThe note of the love-lorn songster, mate to mate calling;", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0063.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "Ivi TO AN OLD VIOLIN.\\nThe laughter of children at play; the sigh of a maiden;\\nThe breathing of zephyrs with perfume of evening laden;\\nThe story of loves that are human; the joy of the angels;\\nThe word of great peace, as if sung by mercy s evangels?\\nCome tell why, from under thy quivering belly and welling\\nFrom curving /-holes, should come that melody telling\\nOf sadness, and gladness, of pain, and anger, and sorrow,\\nOf doubt for today, and darker despair for tomorrow;\\nThe crying of pris ners; the moan and the groan of lost\\nsouls;\\nAnd sounds that might come from the banqueting table of\\nghouls.\\nThe heart of a pine, didst thou grow on some green\\nmountain side,\\nAnd didst fix in thy fiber all the melodious tide\\nOf the anthems of nature that float through the wood.\\nThat magnificent temple, first house of our God.?\\nDidst thou hear the birds sing in the sunshine fair,\\nAnd the roar of the lion rushing forth from his lair.?\\nDid the thunder roll o er thee its note of deep bass.\\nAnd the storm catch and sway thee in rugged embrace.?", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0064.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "TO AN OLD VIOLIN. Ivii\\nDid the wild mountain stream, all limpid and clear,\\nGo dancing- beneath thee, thy rootlets to cheer?\\nAnd, thus, the whole octave of nature s glad scale,\\nAs well as her minor note s saddening wail.\\nBecome part of thy being, the soul of thy soul?\\nDid thy fiber, entrapping, imprison the whole?\\nNeath the blov/ of the axe did thy trunk sv/ay and fall?\\nDid they build thee in castle, or low cottage wall.\\nAnd, there, with the passage of joy laden years.\\nAnd days that were burdened with dropping of tears,\\nDidst thou hear every note of the human voice\\nWherewith mortals lament and mortals rejoice?\\nThe dirge and the cradle song, the gay wedding march-\\nDidst thou listen to all from some window arch?\\nThe song of the chase; and the bugle s shrill call,\\nWhen warriors assembled didst thou hear it all.\\nAnd, nov/, is thy soul with such music replete\\nThat, to us, thou art able each note to repeat?\\nOr, did Stradivari, when he marked thee out,\\nGave bound to neck, to /-hole, and to bout;", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0065.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "Iviii LITTLE BUDS.\\nWith fingers deft arranged each part;\\nTell thee the story of the human heart\\nDid he compel thee, with some magic spell,\\nThe story evermore, with art divine, to tell?\\nAnd needs it now alone to touch thy string\\nThat story from thy inner soul to bring?\\nWhat? Speakest not? Thou wilt not tell thy riddle?\\nI ve found thee out; I ll tell it all, old fiddle.\\nMute thou must be, thou canst not spealc or sing;\\nA single note of melody thou canst not bring.\\nExcept when soulful fingers drip with pearly notes of joy,\\nOr, saddened by our human woes, thy trembling strings\\nemploy.\\nThe flowers are plucked by human hands\\nTo wither and decay;\\nBut little ones,\\nTo whom death comes.\\nBorne far Oh, far away.\\nBloom fair, for aye, in heavenly lands.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0066.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "TODAY, TOMORROW, SOMEDAY. lix\\nTadcig, H mujax xxiwx, ^mntim.\\nT\\nODAY is a helper\\nWho seldom will fail\\nEach task to make lighter;\\nO er all to prevail.\\nTomorrow is thy friend?\\nO then be thou taught\\nNot on him to depend:\\nHe may, and may not.\\nBut Someday s a truant,\\nWhom no man has bound;\\nIn promise, most fluent;\\nIn practice, not found.\\nOnly to fill out a page\\nWas I written and put in this place:\\nMen there are, in every age,\\nLike me in greatest plenty.\\nWho serve no better purpose than to grace\\nSome wasted corner, otherwise, in space.\\nAnd keep from being empty.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0067.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "DAY DREAMING.\\nDreamer of dreams, I built castles in air\\nSurpassingly wonderful, wondrously fair.\\nI finished and furnished as only in dream;\\nWe garnish our fancies with beauties that seem.\\nI dreamed, in my dreaming, as others have done,\\nThat fame was but waiting for me to be won.\\n1 saw her near by, a most beautiful form.\\nAnd yielded my heart as if taken by storm.\\n1 felt that none other my life e er could bless.\\nAnd pressed, then, my suit with most eager address.\\nShe seemed a coy maiden, but only required\\nMy pictured ideals in matter attired.\\nShe asked for the castle I built in the air.\\nAs dower of her wifehood, to dwell with me there.\\nThou surely art mine. Maid, I eagerly said,\\nWhen wooing s so easy, we ll certainly wed.\\nI fell, then, to work with might and with main,\\nBuilded stone upon stone, wall, turret and vane.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0068.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "THE WITNESS.\\nMy castle complete, 1 turned round to my bride,\\nBesought her to come take her place by my side.\\nShe curled her sweet lip, turned to leave me alone;\\nMy castles in air were but hovels in stone.\\n1 roused from my day-dream, content with my lot;\\nI could not build castles, but could build a cot.\\nI built, and I found me a dear little bride;\\nThen dreamed that fame saw us and, envious, sighed.\\nTire TUtttiBss.\\nSIX ushers in full dress, standing three on a side,\\nTwo flower-girls, a page, and a maid,\\nA blushing young bridegroom with a beautiful bride.\\nAnd a clergyman sober and staid;\\nA best man to carry the ring in his pocket.\\nWith people and music and flowers;\\nWe tie the knot fast and carefully lock it.\\nThen subscribe ourselves\\nLovingly yours.\\n*Written on a marriage certificate.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0069.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "Ixii TOT S PRAYER.\\nTxit s frag^r.\\n^^I^^AAIMA, Th ressa s bad s e scolded\\nI I Said my little Tot, who, folded\\nIn my arms at evemng gloaming.\\nTired from romp and all-day roaming,\\nNestled, sleepy eyes uplifting,\\nEven then to Nod-land drifting,\\nTots so s eepy mamma tiss her\\nPut her down will mamma miss her,\\nWhen e ittle p ayers all said\\nMamma s Tot is put away in bed?\\nThen she knelt with ringlet s dropping\\nOver shoulders white and sloping.\\nKnelt, with little tootsies peeping\\nFrom the dress she wore when sleeping,\\nAnd, in accents sweet and thrilling,\\nAll the room with incense filling.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0070.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "TOT S PRAYER. Ixiii\\nOf a pure child s fervent praying,\\nPressed her dimpled hands while saying\\nHer, Now 1 ay me down to s eep,\\n1 p ay e ord my soul to keep;\\nIf I s ould die afore I ake,\\n1 p ay e ord my soul to take\\nThen began as I had taught her,\\nPrecious, darling little daughter,\\nNever any friend forgetting.\\nNor a single name omitting\\nDod b ess mamma, an my papa,\\nJohn, an Mawy, Joe, an Ga pa\\nThere she paused, and as 1 listened.\\nOpened eyes where mischief glistened,\\nWhile she prattled on in praying.\\nStrangest things in child words saying,\\nBut Dod emem er, if oo p ease,\\nWhen oo does tum to b ess all ese,\\nMem er, sure. Tot tells oo at again,\\nAt Theressa isn t in it. Men.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0071.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "Ixiv\\nROSEBUD.\\n^l05\u00c2\u00a3lllTri.\\n1\\nr\\n1\\nX NE day, when at last\\nJ A winter had passed,\\nX^\\nAnd the sun, from the lap of the storms.\\nWas peeping at earth,\\nAnd promising birth\\nOf the manifold beautiful forms\\nOf Springtime;\\nOn the meadow edge,\\nJust over a ledge\\nOf\\nrocks, out of which gurgled a spring.\\nThere, where woodland trees\\nBend tops to the breeze.\\nAnd the birds come their matins to sing,\\nIn Summerland;\\nTwas there, in an angle\\nOf fence-row, and tangle\\nOf\\nrank briers and ferns, that 1 found\\nA wild, little bush.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0072.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "ROSEBUD. Ixv\\nBeginning to push\\nIts way, silently, out of the ground.\\nIn springtime and Summerland.\\nII\\nThou art mine little bush;\\nI ll help thee to push\\nOut of darkness thy way into light;\\nThy buds shall be mine,\\nEv n as they are thine;\\nThou Shalt never be out of my sight.\\nIn Summerland.\\nIll\\nThe Rosebush my bride\\nI sat by her side\\nOn the edge of the meadowland green;\\nWe sang but one song.\\nThrough all the day long.\\nAnd none happier ever were seen\\nIn Summerland;\\nWe sang this one strain,\\nAgain and again,\\nWhile the sun shed upon us his beams:\\nThou rt mine, Rosebud sweet.", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0073.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "ROSEBUD.\\nOur circle complete,\\nLet us spend the bright day as in dreams\\nOf springtime in Summerland.\\nIV\\nInto that bright land\\nThere came a strange band,\\nStealing silently over the lea;\\nRosebud was taken\\nBy angels to waken.\\nFrom our day dreams, my sweet bride and me,\\nIn Summerland:\\nNow all the day long\\nWe can sing no song.\\nAnd, at eventide, to us there floats.\\nOn the rocky ledge,\\nAt the meadow edge.\\nBut the sound of the whip-poor-will s notes.\\nIn the autumn of our Winterland.\\nX", "height": "2656", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "goodshepherdchur00eato_0074.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "DECORATION DAY. 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