While Sun and Moon and all the planets roll I’ll love thee, Music, language of my soul! Music-lark from on high, song that doth fly, Spark of the sky! MAUDE GORDON-ROBY THE VOICE IN THE SONG High in the apple bough jauntily swinging, Hid by the branches in bridal array, Straight from his heart, all his life in his singing, Chants a wee bird, lures his mate with his lay. “Sweet, sweet, my sweet, Hear I entreat! Say, love, together, this bright sunny weather, Gold of the west we shall weave in a nest! Have no fear! Trust me, dear! Sunshine of May that will gild every day Pledge I to thee if thou’lt harken to me.” Lo! in the light thro’ the gay branches streaming, Quivering in answer to all the bird sings, Warm on a breath, leaps a soul with love gleaming, Speeds to its mate on its glittering wings. “Dear, on thy breast Earth yields its best! Loud in the singing I heard thy call ringing, Pleading and strong in the voice of the song, Whisper low,—Yes, just so!— Softly revealing the depth of thy feeling, Words in whose fire glow thy love and desire.” MARY GERTRUDE HAMILTON HYMNS AND ANTHEMS SUNG AT WELLESLEY COLLEGE I MOUNT CARMEL Where art Thou, O my Lord? Mount Carmel saw the throng Of priests and heard the song; To Baal was their call— From morn till night did fall. Where art Thou, O my Lord? Again Mount Carmel heard Not in the spoken word, Not in the earthquake’s shock, Not in the rending rock Where art Thou, O my Lord? The still voice softly speaks; Each soul it swiftly seeks Not in the thunder roll, But in the inmost soul. II VESPER HYMN Send peaceful sleep, O Lord, this night, To keep us till the morning light; And let no vision of alarm Come near to do Thy children harm Within Thy circling arms we lie, O God, in Thine infinity; Our souls in quiet shall abide Beset with love on every side. III THIS IS THAT BREAD This is that Bread that came down from Heaven, he that eateth of this Bread shall live forever. Bread on which angels feed, Bread for the spirit’s need By faith receiving, New life do Thou impart, New strength to every heart, Pure love of God Thou art To us believing. IV O SLOW OF HEART O slow of heart to believe! Ought Christ not to have suffered these things and to enter into His Glory? Quicken, Lord, my fainting heart, Touch my eyes that they may see, Let me know Thee as Thou art. Life and Immortality. V ALL HAIL TO THEE, CHILD JESUS All hail to Thee, child Jesus! As the brooding darkness flies At the swift approach of day, Sun of righteousness, arise, Chase the gloom of night away. Great Prince of Peace, come to thine own, And build in every heart Thy throne. Come to shed Thy healing balm On all nations of the earth, Child Jesus, come with holy calm, How we hail thy wondrous birth. Great Prince of Peace, come to Thine own, And build in every heart Thy throne. All hail to Thee, Child Jesus! VI THE WINE-PRESS