omen who are toiling for the
purification of society. Toil with your faces in the sunlight. If God be
for us, who can be against us?

Ye workers in the light,
There is a grand to-morrow,
After the long and gloomy night,
After the pain and sorrow

The purposes of God
Do not forever linger;
With peace and consolation shod,
Do ye not see the finger

Which points the way of life
To all down in the valley?
Then gird ye, gird ye for the strife;
Against the darkness rally.

The victory is yours,
And ye are God's forever;
For all things He for you secures
Through brave and right endeavor.

* * * * *

XX.

SATISFIED

AND OTHER POEMS.

Sleeping, waking, on we glide,
Dreamful, and unsatisfied,

In the heart a vague surprise,
Master of the thoughtful eyes.

What though Spring is in the air,
And the world is bright and fair?

Something hidden from the sight
Dashes fullness of delight.

Soothed are we in duty done,
And in something new begun,

Like a kissed and flattered child
To denial reconciled;

Yet the something unattained
Keeps us like Prometheus chained,

And our hearts intenser grow
As the vultures come and go.

Sleeping, waking, on we glide,
Dreamful and unsatisfied,

Pilgrims on a foreign shore,
Wanting something evermore,

All the shadow in our eyes,
All the substance in the skies.

By and by another sleep,
Angels watch and ward to keep.

By and by, from wakeful eyes,
Nothing of the old surprise,

All pure dreams of earth fulfilled,
Every sense with gladness thrilled.

Then are we, no more denied,
_With Thy likeness satisfied_.

* * * * *

SACRIFICE

Sacrifice! therein
I find no superstition of the past,
But one of Truth's great words, all life within,
As into chaos cast.

God, God put it there,
A trumpet-note to every living soul,
A prophecy of all that is most fair
Through darkness to the goal.

I can not efface
The record of this wonder-working Word,
Nor in my memory but faintly trace
Stern voices I have heard.

Voices come by day
Between life's lightning-flash and thunder-peal,