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Title: Treasures of poetry; being an extensive collection from the best productions of poetry and song representating a wide range of authors and containing poems of the home circle, narratives, beauties of nature, poems of sentiment and reflection, of sorrow and bereavement, of childhood and youth, etc., etc., and a large department of poems relating to religion and the spiritual life
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Byers, Andrew L., 1869- (from old catalog) comp Johnson, Eva R., (from old catalog) joint comp
Subjects: English poetry
Publisher: Anderson, Ind., Gospel trumpet company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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to bear the cross below, the crown above;
Happy that not my will, but his be done;
Happy in prospect of tne rest of home.

SATISFIED.
I can not say,
Beneath the pressure of life's cares today,
"I joy in these";
But I can say
That I would rather walk the rugged way
If Him it please.

I can not feel
That all is well when darkening clouds con-
ceal
The shining sun;
But then I know
God lives and loves; can say, since it is so,
Thy will be done.

I do not see
Why God should eer permit some things to
be
When he is love;
But I can see,
Though often dimmed through mystery,
His hand above.

I can not speak
In happy tones—the tear-drops on my cheek
Show I am sad;
But I can speak
Of grace to suffer with submission meek
Until made glad.

I do not look
Upon the present or in nature's book,
To read my fate;
But I do look
For promised blessings in Gods holy book,
And I can wait.

I may not try
To keep the hot tears back, but hush the
sigh,
It might have been,
And try to still
All rising murmurs, and to God's sweet will
Respond, "Amen!"
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POEMS OF RELIGION—Submission, Consecration, Trust. 497
GOD KNOWETH BEST.
When softly falls the dew at eventide,
Then, tired, we lay ourselves away to rest;
Confiding: in the One who knoweth best,
We trust in him and nothing-
else beside.

What if dark demons oft attack our soul,
And friends forsake, and parents look
with scorn?
We'll trust in God; he'll keep from everyharm.
We'll live for him while endless ages roll.

What if misfortune comes? It comes to all;
Look ye on him who died upon a tree;
Acquaint thyself with One who mourned
for thee,
And trust in him whate'er thy life befall.

Some day well reach that land of peace
and rest,
Behold our loved ones who have gone be-
fore,
Enjoy the beauties of that clime forever-
more,
Because we trusted him who knoweth best.

J. GRANT ANDERSON.

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"CUMBERED ABOUT MUCH SERV-
ING."
Luke 10: 40-42.

Christ never asks of us such heavy labor
As leaves no time for resting at his feet;
The waiting- attitude of expectation
He ofttimes counts a service most com-
plete. He sometimes wants our ear, our rapt at-
tention,

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