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Come up, April, through the valley, In your robes of beauty drest, Come and wake your flowery children From their wintry beds of rest; Come and overblow them softly With the sweet breath of the south; Drop upon them, warm and loving, Tenderest kisses of your mouth.
Touch them with your rosy fingers, Wake them with your pleasant tread, Push away the leaf-brown covers, Over all their faces spread; Tell them how the sun is waiting Longer daily in the skies, Looking for the bright uplifting Of their softly-fringed eyes.
Call the crow-foot and the crocus, Call the pale anemone, Call the violet and the daisy, Clothed with careful modesty; Seek the low and humble blossoms, Of their beauties unaware, Let the dandelion and fennel, Show their shining yellow hair.
Bid the little homely sparrows Chirping, in the cold and rain, Their impatient sweet complaining, Sing out from their hearts again; Bid them set themselves to mating, Cooling love in softest words, Crowd their nests, all cold and empty, Full of little callow birds.
Come up, April, through the valley, Where the fountain sleeps to-day, Let him, freed from icy fetters, Go rejoicing on his way; Through the flower-enameled meadows Let him run his laughing race, Making love to all the blossoms That o'erlean and kiss his face.
But not birds and blossoms only, Not alone the streams complain, Men and maidens too are calling, Come up, April, come again! Waiting with the sweet impatience Of a lover for the hours They shall set the tender beauty Of thy feet among the flowers!
An April Welcome by Phoebe Cary
I know you are always by my side And I know you love me, Winifred dear, For I never called on you since you died, But you answered, tenderly, I am here! So come from the misty shadows, where You came last night, and the night before, Put back the veil of your golden hair, And let me look in your face once more. Ah! it is you; with that brow of truth, Ever too pure for the least disguise; With the same dear smile on the loving mouth, And the same sweet light in the tender eyes. You are my own, my darling still, So do not vanish or turn aside, Wait till my eyes have had their fill, -- Wait till my heart is pacified! You have left the light of your higher place, And ever thoughtful, and kind, and good, You come with your old familiar face, And not with the look of your angelhood. Still the touch of your hand is soft and light, And your voice is gentle, and kind, and low, And the very roses you wear to-night, You were in the summers long ago. O world, you may tell me I dream or rave, So long as my darling comes to prove That the feet of the spirit cross the grave. And the loving live, and the living love!
Border-Land by Phoebe Cary
Today in Christian History
Today is Monday, August 5th, the 217th day of 2018. There are 148 days left in the year.
Today’s Highlight in History:
1765: Ordination of John Fawcett. He had been scrupulous about going into the ministry, wanting to make sure it was God’s will. After his writings bring him fame, he will be called to London from a poor church in Wainsgate and will not pray about the move before he begins packing. With breaking heart his wife asks him to reconsider, and he does, deciding Wainsgate is where the Lord wants him. Out of that experience he will write the hymn “Blest be the Tie that Binds.”
1834: Slaves that have been freed in the West Indian Islands hold midnight prayer and thanksgiving services.
1847: Death of Methodist elder Orange Scott. He had presided over the convention that created the Weslyan Methodist Connexion, whose members felt that the Methodist Episcopal Church compromised on too many issues, including slavery.
1871: Death in Newport, Rhode Island of Phoebe Cary. She had written religious poetry, including the hymn “One Sweetly Solemn Thought.”
1889: Death of Horatius Bonar. An editor and pastor in Scotland’s Free Church, he had been a prolific writer and poet, authoring several missionary biographies and over six hundred hymns, one of which would maintain its popularity for over a century: “I Heard the Voice of Jesus Say.”
1955: Wang Ming-Dao, a Chinese evangelical pastor, is denounced by the Communist-controlled official church publication.
1978: In Minshiet Demillo, Province of Kaliobia, Egypt, a Muslim mob murders two Sunday school teachers, Dr. Emad Barbari and his brother Boushra Barbari, and throws their bodies into the river. The suspects will confess to the murders but no formal charges will be brought against them.
1986: Death of Chiune Sugihara, an Orthodox Japanese diplomat, who, with his wife, Yukiko, had rescued thousands of Jews by providing them with Japanese visas so they could escape from Lithuania, where Chiune was Japanese Consul. His action had violated official Japanese diplomatic policy and he was eventually dismissed from his country’s service. He will be remembered with other Righteous Gentiles in the Episcopal Church calendar on July 19.
He dwelt among ‘Apartments let,’ About five stories high
Phoebe Cary, ‘Jacob’
‘Jacob’ by Phoebe Cary (1854)
Desert Wildflower Painting Desert Wildflower Painting by kenne There's many a battle fought daily The world knows nothing about;
For little children everywhere A joyous season still we make; We bring our precious gifts to them, Even for the dear child Jesus' sake.
Phoebe Cary, Christmas