LXXXVII.

    O wouldst thou know
      The rarity
      Of Charity? 
    Thyself forego! 
    Then will the field,
      To God inviting,
      To man requiting,
    Sweet harvest yield.

LXXXVIII.

    In consecration
      To single-hearted toil
    Is animation,
      Yea, life’s true wine and oil;
    And that vocation
      Which heart and mind secures
    Hath consolation
      That verily endures.

LXXXIX.

    To fast and pray
    The live-long day
      Is preparation—­
    O doubt it not! 
    For some high lot,
    But in thy deed,
    Not in thy creed,
      Is consummation.

XC.

    It is the cheerful heart
      That finds the key of gold,
    The bravely-acted part
      Which gets the grip and hold. 
    And opens wide the door
      Where treasures are unrolled
    Thine eager eyes before. 
    Then life is evermore
    A strife for wealth untold. 
    God keep thee true and bold!

XCI.

    Sometimes our failures here
      Are God’s successes;
    And things that seemed so drear
      His sweet caresses. 
    It is our Father’s hand
      That gives our wages,
    Before us many a land
      And all the ages. 
    And shall we forfeit hope
     Because the fountains
    Are up the mighty slope
     Of yonder mountains?

XCII.

    The storm is raging. 
     The sun is shining,
    And both presaging
     Some true refining;
    Through them are passing
     The hosts forever,
    All wealth amassing
     Through brave endeavor.

XCIII.

    O trees, rejoicing trees,
     Along my path to-day
    I hear your quiet melodies,
     And care all charmed away,
      I catch your mood,
      Dear forest brotherhood.

    O trees, rejoicing trees,
     Arrayed in springtide dress,
    How full ye are of prophecies
     Of everlastingness! 
      I find a balm
      In your rejoicing psalm.

    O trees, rejoicing trees,
     In living green so grand,
    Like saints with grateful memories,
     Ye bless the Father’s hand;
      Which stripped you bare
      To make you now so fair.

    O trees, rejoicing trees,
     Who have another birth,
    Through you my bounding spirit sees
     The day beyond the earth,
      Eternity
      So calm, so fair, so free.