Poems of the Heart and Home

J. C. Yule

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Title: Poems of the Heart and Home

Author: Mrs. J.C. Yule (Pamela S. Vining)

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POEMS OF THE HEART AND HOME.

BY

MRS. J. C. YULE(PAMELA S. VINING.)

INTRODUCTION.

In presenting this little book to her readers, the author is giving back to them in a collected form much that has previously been given them—anonymously, or under thenom-de-plume, first, of "Emillia," then of "Xenette," or, finally, under her true name either as Miss Vining or Mrs. Yule—and also, much that they have never before seen.

Some of these poems have been widely circulated, not only in Canada, but in the United States and Great Britain; and some appear for the first time in the pages of this book. They are offered solely upon their merits; and upon those alone they must stand or fall. Whatever there is in them calculated to stir the heart of our common Humanity, —to voice forth its joys or its sorrows,—to truly interpret its emotions,—or to give utterance to its aspirations and its hopes, will live; that which does not thus speak for Humanity, has no right to live; and the sooner it finds a merited oblivion the better for its author and the world.

These poems are essentially Canadian. They have nearly all been written on Canadian soil;-their themes and incidents— those that are not purely imaginary or suggested by current events in other countries—are almost wholly Canadian; and they are mainly the outgrowth of many and varied experiences in Canadian life.

To the author, there is hardly one that has not its little, local history, and that does not awaken reminiscences of some quiet Canadian home,—some rustic Canadian school-house,—some dreamy hour in the beautiful Canadian forests,— some morning or evening walk amidst Canadian scenery,—or some pleasant sail over Canadian waters.

They have been written under widely different circumstances; and, in great part, in brief intervals snatched from the arduous duties of teaching, or the more arduous ones of domestic life.

Of the personal experiences traceable through many of them, it is not necessary to speak. We read in God's word that "He fashioneth their hearts alike;" therefore there is little to be found in any human experience, that has not its counterpart, in some sort, in every other, and he alone is the true Poet who can so interpret his own, that they will be recognized as, in some sense, the real, or possible experiences of all.

Trusting that these unpretending lyrics may be able thus to touch a responsive chord in many hearts, and with a sincere desire to offer a worthy contribution to the literature of our new and prosperous country, they are respectfully submitted to the public by the AUTHOR

INGERSOLL, ONT., Aug., 1881.

CONTENTS

Yes the weary Earth shall brighten

To a Day Lily

Living and Dying

Up the Nepigon Look Up Frost Flowers

The Beech nut Gatherer

Memory Bells

I will not Despair

God's Witnesses

The Assembly of the Dead Be Still Littlewit and Loftus

To a Motherless Babe

The Caged Bird's Song

Crossing the Red Sea

The Wayside Elm Drowned My Brother James and I Idle The World's Day

Brethren, Go!

Our Nation's Birthday

Our Field is the World

Sault Ste Marie

Brother, Rest

Loved and Lost, or the Sky Lark and the Violet

The Gracious Provider

Rest in Heaven Good Night The Old Church Choir

No other Name

Heart Pictures

Fellowship with Christ An Allegory

The Cry of the Karens

Alone Mary 'I am doing no good'

Hail, Risen Lord

Lines on the Death of a Young Mother Patience A Parting Hymn

The Dance of the Winds

Strike the Chords Softly At Home Sabbath Memories

The Eye that Never Sleeps By and By The One Refuge

Judson's Grave

"Shall be Free"

After Fifty Years

The Earth voice and its Answer

Beyond the Shadows

Autumn and Winter

Till To-morrow

Our Country, or, A Century of Progress

Jesus, the Soul's Rest

The Beautiful Artist

"Let us Pray"

Rich and Poor Palmer Balmy Morning Song The Ploughman

'He hath done all things we!' Somewhere The Tide Eloise Abraham Lincoln

God's Blessings

The Silent Messenger

Under the Snow Longings Point of Bliss

Away to the Hills

Flowers by a Grave

Three for Three

Now Sunset Sweet Evening Bells Unknown Onward

Looking Back

Minniebel Weary The Body to the Soul Not Yet Marguerite

Come unto Me

"I will not let thee go"

Greeting Hymn One by One Love

Evening Hymn Death I shall be satisfied

At the Grave of a Young Mother

Go, Dream no More Come Home Be in Earnest Chlodine The Bird and the Storm cloud No Solitude The Stray Lamb

Stay, Mother, Stay

Time for Bed

From the Old to the New

The Voice of Spring

Honour to Labor The Miser Broken

To our Parents

Under the Rod

The White Stone Canoe Gone Before Johanna Stanzas Canada

I laid me down and slept

Bright Thoughts for a Dark Day

The Drunkard's Child

The Names of Jesus

POEMS OF THE HEART AND HOME.

YES, THE WEARY EARTH SHALL BRIGHTEN.

Yes, the weary earth shall brighten—  Brighten in the perfect day, And the fields that now but whiten,  Golden glow beneath the ray! Slowly swelling in her bosom,  Long the precious seed has lain,— Soon shall come the perfect blossom,  Soon, the rich, abundant grain!

Long has been the night of weeping,  But the morning dawns at length, And, the misty heights o'ersweeping,  Lo, the sun comes forth in strength! Down the slopes of ancient mountains,  Over plain, and vale, and stream, Flood, and field, and sparkling fountains,  Speeds the warm rejoicing beam!

Think not God can fail His promise!  Think not Christ can be denied! He shall see His spirit's travail—  He shall yet be satisfied! Soon the "Harvest home" of angels  Shall resound from shore to shore, And amid Earth's glad evangels,  Christ shall reign for evermore!

TO A DAY LILY

 What! only to stay  For a single day? Thou beautiful, bright hued on  Just to open thine eyes  To the blue of the skies And the light of the glorious sun,  Then, to fade away  In the same rich ray, And die ere the day is done?

 Bright thing of a day  Thou hast caught a ray From Morn's jewelled curtain fold  On thy burning cheek,  And the ruby streak His dyed it with charms untold—  And the gorgeous vest  On thy queenly breast, Is dashed with her choicest gold.

 A statelier queen  Has never been seen, A lovelier never will be!—  Nay, Solomon, dressed  In his kingliest best, Was never a match for thee,  O beautiful flower,  O joy of an hour— And only an hour—for me!

 An hour, did I say?  Nay, loveliest, nay, Not thus shall I part with thee,  But with subtle skill  I shall keep thee still, Fadeless and fresh with me:—  Through toil and duty,  "A thing of beauty Forever" my own to be'

 As with drooping head  Amid thorns I tread, I shall see thee unfold anew,  In the desert's dust,  Where journey I must, Why beautiful form shall view,  And visions of Home  O'er my spirit will come, As thro' tear-drops I gaze on you'