WEAVERS ALL

Warp and Woof and Tangle,—
Weavers of Webs are we.

Living and dying—and mightier dead,
For the shuttle, once sped, is sped-is sped;-
Weavers of Webs are we.

White, and Black, and Hodden-gray,-
Weavers of Webs are we.

To every weaver one golden strand
Is given in trust by the Master-Hand;-
Weavers of Webs are we.

And that we weave, we know not,-
Weavers of Webs are we.

The threads we see, but the pattern is known To the Master-Weaver alone, alone;Weavers of Webs are we.

THE CLEARER VISION

When, with bowed head,
And silent-streaming tears,
With mingled hopes and fears,
To earth we yield our dead;
The Saints, with clearer sight,
Do cry in glad accord,-
"A soul released from prison
Is risen, is risen,-.

Is risen to the glory of the Lord."

SHADOWS

Shadows are but for the moment

Quickly past;

And then the sun the brighter shines

That it was overcast.

For Light is Life!

Gracious and sweet,

The fair life-giving sun doth scatter blessings With his light and heat,

And shadows.

But the shadows that come of the life-giving

sun

Crouch at his feet.

No mortal life but has its shadowed timesNot one!

Life without shadow could not taste the full Sweet glory of the sun.

No shadow falls, but there, behind it, stands The Light.

Behind the wrongs and sorrows of life's troublous ways

Stands RIGHT.

Christ passes

On His ceaseless quest,

Nor will He rest

With any,

Save as Chiefest Guest.

LIFE'S CHEQUER-BOARD

"Tis all a Chequer-Board of Nights and Days,
Where Detiny with men for pieces plays,
Hither and thither moves, and mates and slays,
And one by one back in the Closet lays."

Omar Khayyam.

A Chequer-Board of mingled Light and Shade?

And We the Pieces on it deftly laid?

Moved and removed, without a word to say, By the Same Hand that Board and Pieces made?

No Pieces we in any Fateful Game,

Nor free to shift on Destiny the blame;

Each Soul doth tend its own immortal flame, Fans it to Heaven, or smothers it in shame.

CROSS-ROADS

Oft, as he jogs along the Winding-Way,
Occasion comes for Every Man to say,-
"This Road?- or That?" and as he

chooses them,

So shall his journey end in Night or Day.