Richard Watson Gilder, who died in 1909, and whose dream is now reality, wrote this beautiful prayer: O Thou the Lord and Maker of life ...

  An unidentified author writes thus of discontent: When the world was formed and the morn- ing stars Upon their paths were sent, ...

"Turn my eyes away from  worthless things; preserve my life according to your word." Psalm 119:37 What Am I? by Dr. Arbuthnot What...

 Things That Never Die The pure, the bright, the beautiful, That stirred our hearts in youth, The impulse to a wordless prayer, The dream...

 With golden letters set in brave array Throughout the Church's record of the  year, The great names of historic saints appear, Those ri...

  will thereby be weeded out: Negative and Positive Culture   Two fields lay side by side. Only a hedge Which ran athwart the plain di...

  Mary Elliot interprets the moral cheer of recurring dawn in these musical lines: Dawn of the red, red sun in a bleak, aban- doned sk...

Ella Higginson, under the title "When the Birds Go North Again," sings a pretty little song of hope, illustrating the goodness o...

  The Dead Live Beyond His is not dead, but only lieth sleeping In the sweet refuge of his Master's breast, And far away from sorrow, to...

  Hope Beyond The Grave This night, and the landscape is lovely no more; I mourn; but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you, For morn is approa...

  The Belfry Pigeon by Nathaniel Parker Willis On the cross-beam under the Old South bell The nest of a pigeon is builded well In summer and...

"My mouth is filled with your praise, declaring your splendor all day long." Psalms 71:8 Thoughts In Sickness by Lord John Manners...

Grandson and grandmother read together.          Think it, at least, highly probable, that where our Lord says, 'Suffer little children ...

  The Immortal Life The insect bursting from its tomb-like bed -- The grain that in a thousand grains revives -- The trees that seem in wint...

An Empty Nest: A Sonnet by Edwin Clarence Sprague Deep in the forest dell I found a nest, Empty and silent, swaying to and fro, Rocked by th...

At Easter by Kate A. Bradley I wonder if the anguished moon looked down Through all that long last night And buried in her scarred breast, l...

Iris die cut. Consider The Lilies Within the rich man's garden Full many a flower was seen, With crowns of gold and crimson On cups of e...

"Behold The Lamb" EARTH'S EASTER (MCMXVI) BY ROBERT HAVEN SCHAUFFLER Earth has gone up from its Gethsemane, And now on Golgot...

"Faith At The Cross"   EASTER DAY  BY JOHN KEBLE O Day of days! shall hearts set free. No "minstrel rapture" find for t...

Waiting at the empty tomb...   FROM THE DANISH OF NICOLAI GRUNDTVIG From death, Christ on the Sabbath morn, A conqueror arose; And when eac...