Perfect spirit, now I know that thou art near me;
In thy tender love I rest content,
Trusting in that love to cheer, and help, and steer me,
Till I too have climbed life’s steep ascent!
ARMAGEDDON.
The Armageddon of the ages,
In pent up wrath and fury rages,
And little souls like children cry,
And little souls are asking why.
The Armageddon of the ages,
The Lord of all, in pity stages,
That little souls may grow in grace,
That little souls may know His face.
The Armageddon of the ages,
Foretold by holy men and sages,
The last and greatest fight of all—
When good shall win, and evil fall,
When nation shall clasp hands with nation
In universal federation!
THE FAIRIES.
Merrily the fairies march,
In and out,
Round about,
Where toadstools in magic row
Mark their course by moonlight glow.
In and out,
Round about,
Waving music with their wands,
Cheerful little vagabonds,
Knowing nought of care or duty,
Living but for play and beauty,
Dancing in the moonshine hours,
They will hide from sun and showers.
No one seeks the fairies now,
They’re forgotten with our joys,
They’re forgotten with our toys,
No one seeks the fairies now.