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    Gleams of Sunshine Optimistic Poems
    Gleams of Sunshine Optimistic Poems
    Gleams of Sunshine Optimistic Poems
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    Gleams of Sunshine Optimistic Poems

    By Joseph Horatio Chant

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    PublisherArchive Classics
    Release dateNov 25, 2013
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      Gleams of Sunshine Optimistic Poems - Joseph Horatio Chant

      The Project Gutenberg eBook, Gleams of Sunshine, by Joseph Horatio Chant

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      Title: Gleams of Sunshine

      Optimistic Poems

      Author: Joseph Horatio Chant

      Release Date: February 13, 2008 [eBook #24605]

      Language: English

      Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1

      ***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK GLEAMS OF SUNSHINE***

      E-text prepared by Mark C. Orton, Charles Bidwell, Beth Trapaga,

      and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team

      (http://www.pgdpcanada.net)

      Rev. J. H. Chant

      Gleams of Sunshine

      OPTIMISTIC POEMS

      By

      Joseph Horatio Chant

      Printed for the Author by

      WILLIAM BRIGGS

      TORONTO

      1915

      Copyright, Canada, 1915

      by J. H. CHANT.

      CONTENTS

      Gleams of Sunshine

      INVOCATION

      O Thou, who art the source of joy and light,

      The great Revealer of the will Divine;

      Thyself Divine, all nature owns Thy might,

      And bows in homage at a beck of Thine,

      Afford me light to guide my unskilled hand,

      And by Thy Spirit all my thoughts command.

      To Thy great name I dedicate my powers,

      Yielding to Thee what Thou with blood hast bought,

      Resolved that Thou shalt have my days and hours,

      And for Thy sake shall every work be wrought;

      O deign to use me, if it be Thy will,

      And my poor heart with love and gladness fill.

      If this strange impulse which I feel within

      To write this book proceeds, O Lord, from Thee,

      Let it not die, nor be defiled by sin,

      But let the work from self and sin be free,

      And prove a guide to home and bliss above,

      And help to fill this warring world with love.

      The Master's touch I know it sadly lacks,

      And may not please the nice artistic taste

      Of some fine mind that naught but gold attracts;

      Some may not count these iron-filings waste;

      Like magnets, to which gold will not adhere,

      May they find ore in this to bless and cheer.

      In this plain pitcher, Lord, Thy blessing pour,

      That from it men their raging thirst may slake,

      And when exhausted is the scanty store,

      Then let the earthen vessel quickly break;

      Its end is gained if Thou art glorified,

      And men have learned to love the Christ who died.

      As flowers drink in the solar rays and dew,

      And in return give bloom and odors sweet,

      So would I to Thy Spirit's touch prove true,

      And render that return which seemeth meet;

      Come, dews of grace! Great Sun, illume my heart!

      That I to some sad soul may joy impart.

      FATHER OF UNIVERSAL MAN

      Father of Universal Man,

      Where'er in this wide world he roam,

      Not known to thee by kith or clan,

      Nor height, nor breadth of mental dome,

      Nor babbling tongue, nor sounding creed,

      But by his woe and common need.

      The pushing Anglo-Saxon race,

      The Celts with wealth of heart and mind,

      The Esquimaux of leaden face,

      The Arabs whom no chain can bind,

      With hardy Boers and all the rest,

      Are with one common Father blest.

      And all are brothers, though at times

      Our flashing swords obscure the sun.

      We ring aloud our Christmas chimes,

      But louder sounds the booming gun,

      And brother is by brother slain,

      And kindred ties are rent in twain.

      Yet Thou art true whate'er betide;

      Thy heart o'er human woe doth melt;

      For men of every race Christ died,

      And, as a zone, Thy love would belt

      All human kind from pole to pole

      Into one grand, harmonious whole.

      Men war with men in every clime,

      Commotions rock this earthly ball;

      Our souls are covered o'er with grime—

      Sad fruits of our Adamic fall,

      But grace shall triumph in the end,

      And good the evil far transcend.

      Thy throne remains forever firm,

      And here, amidst the strife of men,

      We find with joy a heavenly germ

      Which shall re-stock this world again

      With fruitful plants of righteousness,

      If Thou, O God, but deign to bless.

      Help us that we may not deny

      Our brotherhood in hour of strife;

      When swords shall from their scabbards fly,

      And great the sacrifice of life,

      May we in pity o'er them bend,

      And help to wounded foe extend.

      If we are working out Thy plan,

      Give our brave soldiers arms of steel,

      And may each prove himself a man—

      To God and to his nation leal,

      And never falter in the fight,

      But die, if need be, for the right.

      May right prevail in this dread war,

      Though we be humbled in the dust;

      To fail our end is better far

      Then gain it, if it be unjust,

      But if our aims with Thine agree—

      We trust—and leave results with Thee.

      The world moves on; let none essay

      To block it in its onward course,

      Lest they like chaff be swept away

      As by a supernatural force;

      For laggards progress does not wait—

      Keep pace with time or bide your fate.

      May our brave foes rise in defeat

      To higher form of liberty;

      And Freedom's flag, as seemeth meet,

      Wave over all from

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