I have an appointment with God:
And whatever is missed that has to be kept:
And though all was missed—the very globe itself, the skies: though that was missed:
Though all love was missed—and my neighbors and family and success were missed: though they were all missed:
I must be on the right spot at the time fixed for me: must be there body and soul:
In day or night, in sunshine or storm, in life or death, I must be there:
To take up my note with God in person: (no emissary could assume my place):
I must be there eye to eye with God to redeem the sacred obligation:

The melody of birds is in her voice.
The lake is not more crystal than her eyes,
In whose brown depths her soul still sleeping lies.
With her soft curls the passionate zephyr toys,
And whispers in her ear of coming joys.
Upon her breast red rosebuds fall and rise,
Kissing her snowy throat, and, lover-wise,
Breathing forth sweetness till the fragrance cloys.

Sometimes she thinks of love, but, oftener yet,
Wooing but wearies her, and love's warm phrase
Repels and frightens her. Then, like the sun
At misty dawn, amid the fear and fret

I will early seek the Saviour,
I will learn of him each day;
I will follow in his footsteps,
I will seek the narrow way.
I will hasten where he bids me,
I am not to young to go
In the path-way where he leadeth,
Not to young his will to know.
He is standing at the doorway
Of escape from ev'ry sin;
I will knock, for he has promised
He will hear and let me in

For he loves me, yes, he loves me,
Jesus loves me, this I know;
Jesus loves me, died to save me,
This is why I love him so.

In the blue and clear pearl-ocean,
To the diver in his cell,
Comes the pure air to regale him,
But if atmosphere should fail him
Then the ocean deeps are hell.

So, Thou Source of Love and Power,
While in fields of earth we plod,
Give us atmospheres of healing,
Ever in our lives revealing
The refreshing sense of God.

The dreamy drift of honeysuckle scent,
A sensuous breath of beauty on the night—
And we who shared the intimate delight
Of Life and Love with youth and rapture blent!
For such complete communion we were meant—
To be but one in thought, and that thought right.
To love the lovely and to find the Light!

A THOUSAND times I would have hoped,
A thousand times protested;
But still, as through the night I groped,
My torch from me was wrested,
And wrested.

How often with a succoring cup
Unto the hurt I hasted!
The wounded died ere I came up;
My cup was still untasted,—
Untasted.

Of darkness, wounds, and harsh disdain
Endured. I ne'er repented.
'T is not of these I would complain:
With these I were contented,—
Contented.

Here lies the misery, to feel
No work of love completed;
In prayerless passion still to kneel,

A SUDDEN flash of heat,
A sudden sharp word said,
And at his guilty feet
The thing called love lay dead.

Fare thee well, love!—We must sever!
Not for years, love; but for ever!
We must meet no more—or only
Meet as strangers—sad and lonely.
Fare thee well!

Fare thee well, love!—How I languish
For the cause of all my anguish!
None have ever met and parted
So forlorn and broken-hearted.
Fare thee well!

Fare thee well, love!—Till I perish
All my truth for thee I'll cherish;
And, when thou my requiem hearest,
Know till death I loved thee, dearest.
Fare thee well!

Make us, O God! in whom we breathe, and move,
Worthy to love Thee, and to win thy love!
Thy word informs us how thy love is won,
By grateful trust in thy beloved Son!
Through every season may such trust encrease!
We know it duty, and we feel it peace.

The Lark mounts up to greet the dawn,
Midway between the earth and sky,
The glad morn yearns and smiles upon
The bright-winged spirit, whose song fills
The pulsing air with music rills,
Glad'ning the Angels that pass by.

For never morn comes down to earth,
That is not borne on Angels' wings;
Music is of celestial birth,
And like the Lark, with voice of love,
Pure as God's light, it soars above,
When Woman from her full heart sings.

So, Maiden, thou shalt be the Lark,
And I, the long-expectant Morn;
Bring back the lost Dove to its Ark,