O Dayspring, Sun of righteousness, shine forth with light for me! Treasure of mercy, let my soul thy hidden riches see! Thou before whom the thoughts of men lie open in thy sight, Unto my soul, now dark and dim, grant thoughts that shine with [ light! O Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Almighty One in Three, Care-taker of all creatures, have pity upon me! Awake, O Lord, awake to help, with grace and power divine; Awaken those who slumber now, like Heaven's host to shine! O Lord and Saviour, life-giver, unto the dead give life, And raise up those that have grown weak and stumbled in the strife! O Skillful Pilot! Lamp of light, that burneth bright and clear! Strength and assurance grant to me, now hid away in fear. O Thou that makest old things new, renew me and adorn; Rejoice we with salvation, Lord, for which I inly mourn. Giver of good, unto my sins be thy forgiveness given! Lead Thy disciples, Heavenly King, unto the flocks of Heaven. Defeat the evil husbandman that soweth tares and weeds; Wither and kill in me the fruits of all his evil seeds! O Lord, grant water to my eyes, that they may shed warm tears To cleanse and wash away the sin that in my soul appears! On me, now hid in shadow deep, shine forth, O glory bright! Sweet juice, quench thou my soul's keen thirst! Show me the path [ of light! Jesus, whose name is love, with love crush thou my stony heart; Bedew my spirit with thy blood, and bid my griefs depart! O thou that even in fancy art so sweet, Lord Jesus Christ, Grant that with Thy reality my soul may be sufficed! When thou shalt come again to earth, and all thy glory see, Upon that dread and awful day, O Christ, remember me! Thou that redeemest men from sin, O Saviour, I implore, Redeem him who now praiseth Thee, to praise Thee evermore. Dorchester, Mass. Miss Alice Stone Blackwell is a noble Boston woman who is greatly interested in the Armenians. She has written many articles and poems, and done much toward arousing public sentiment throughout the United States in behalf of the Armenians. The author of this book esteems it a privilege to offer his personal thanks, as well as those of his persecuted nation, to Miss Blackwell, by whose kind permission the following poems from her book, "Armenian Poems," are here reprinted. THE LAMENT OF MOTHER ARMENIA. I. In alien lands they roam, my children dear; Where shall I make appeal, with none to hear? Where shall I find them? Far away from me My sons serve others, thralls in slavery. Chorus. Oh, come, my children, back to me! Come home, your motherland to see! II.