Who walks with God must press ahead When sun or cloud is overhead, When all the waiting thousands cheer, Or when they only stop to sneer; When all the challenge leaves the hours And naught is left but jaded powers. But he will some day reach the dawn, For God, our God, moves ever on. Wander Lust (1928) “I want to go away somewhere,” Cries every human heart of care. “I want to go across the sea, And find a place where hearts are free. I want to look at bluer skies, And stand where higher mountains rise. To tropic scene, to arctic snow, I want to go, I want to go.” And so we take our varied ways Across the miles and through the days. We see the wonders of the earth. We share its sorrow and its mirth. Time sends its snows upon our hair. We stumble with our loads of care. Then one day sounds a broken cry: “Please, won’t you take me home to die?” The Divine Image (1929) Something within me makes me love the roses; Something within me makes me search the sky; Something within me makes me roam the meadows; The woodlands where the trees are still and high. Something within me makes me sit at twilight Enraptured with the starlight on the sod; Something within me thrills at lovely music, That something in me makes me kin to God. Something within me makes me like the brothers Who share with me the path that I must tread; Something within me wakens hope and longing To struggle on to summits far ahead. Something within me keeps me ever dreaming Of heavenly things amid the thorn and clod; Something within me speaks of light and beauty, That something in me makes me kin to God. Domsie (1929) Simple his habit, plain his wonted ration, Humble the roof that sheltered him at night. He sought no preferment of rank or station, Save but to be a bearer of the light. He dreamed out futures for the boys before him, And led them ever onward toward the goal. The heights they won the choicest gladness bore him Whose faces were enshrined within his soul. In many a countryside and distant city Were lived strong lives to which the light he gave. Strong hearts beat and strong hands were reached in pity He taught to bless, to brighten, and to save. Upon a quiet hillside he is sleeping, Content to rest, the final school day o’er, But everywhere his boys the faith are keeping. They hold his torch aloft forevermore. The Happy Ending (1929) I LIKE to read a stirring tale of peril and of action. I follow every character with heartfelt satisfaction. If, truth and error, right and wrong, defeat and triumph blending, The story rambles steadily toward a happy ending. No matter what vicissitudes the hero strong engages, No matter how the conflict runs across the crowded pages, If at the close all comes out right, with every wrong defeated, Each happy dream at last come true, each worthy task completed.