" S P O K E N K I N D L Y "
A COLLECTION OF POEMS
WRITTEN BY
M I N N I E A. C O N K L I N
(b. 1867 d. 1954)
OF
DEXTER-BROWNVILLE, JEFF. CO., N. Y.
Compiled by her loving family
Prepared for the Internet
by
Al and Shirley Conklin Farone
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“What is Lent?” asked a thoughtful child;
The mother looked in her face
and smiled.
“Lent,” she explained with studied care,
“Is a time for
sacrifice and prayer.”
“Why sacrifice?” the child replied.
“Is it because the Saviour
died?”
“Yes,” said the mother, “It is true;
But more than that--He died
for you.
For weary weeks, with strength forespent,
He bore our sin. The time was
Lent.
His sacrifice we humbly share
To try to show Him that we care.”
“Shall I give up candy or dessert?
Must it be something that will
hurt?”
“The choice is yours; but it should be
Fulfilled with love and
sympathy.
A heartfelt purpose to obey--
A sacrifice to haste the day
When all
shall seek their risen King.”
Accept, dear Lord, the gift we bring.
M. Gladwyn Conklin
February 28, 1936
A woman sings a cheerful song. “I once was sad,” she said,
“For faith had yielded to despair and peace and hope had fled.
I heard one say that God is love. I knew it all the while,
But somehow those remembered words, changed grief into a smile.”
A youth had reached a place where came a parting of the way.
A friend drew near, a kind voice said, “My boy, be true today.”
A noble man recalls with joy the hour the choice was made,
The cornerstone of future years by that decision laid.
The gentle pilgrim did not know how much his words had wrought;
That he had been a source of strength was never in his thought.
We meet them on the way of life, these quiet, helpful sons,
Who lift our thoughts to better things, our aims to higher goals.
Humble, and yet of royal worth. What was it that we heard,
“Kind hearts are more than coronets?” “A fitly spoken word” --
And when the records are unrolled in Heaven’s great Hall of Fame,
Perchance full many a lowly one can answer to his name.
M. Gladwyn Conklin
August 5, 1936
You may have your book
And your summer day,
A shady nook
Where the breezes play.
But give me a friend
Who understands,
And life’s troubled sea,
My bark commands.
If you have a friend,
Who is kind and true,
Whose one delight
Is to be with you;
Pray guard him well,--
Nor count the cost.
Just such a friend
I have had and lost.
Lost? No.
Just parted for a day,
Then meet
To pass eternity.
M. Gladwyn Conklin
April 9, 1937
We read that each whose heart was stirred
To heed the message of the Lord
Brought gifts of gold and jewels fair,
Of tapestries and spices rare.
The women spun and did their part,
And workmen carved with cunning art.
They gave of that which they possessed.
And each much give his very best.
To each of us today is given
A call to serve the God of heaven.
And, as of old, to do our part
He first requires a willing heart.
Our gift may be of precious gold,
Or just a cup of water cold,
But if we much or little give,
We each must bring the best we have.
Can we, in this glad day, withhold
Our gift of talent, time or gold--
Whatever helps another’s need,
No matter what his race or creed?
For if we work with willing heart
And humbly try to do our part,
We shall have made a place of prayer,
And God himself will meet us there.
Minnie A. Conklin
The birds that seek a wayside tree,
And greet the morning with their song,
The gull, storm-called far out at sea,
With fearless eye and pinions strong,
Reveal a trust for which I long,
And speak of God,
And speak of God.
The beauty of the sunset sky,
That woos the shadows of the night,
The stars that glow in vaulted space,
The rainbow kissed by rays of light,
Reveal their Maker’s power and might,
And say that God --
And say that God is nigh.
Minnie A. Conklin
Original Music
Through the merits of our Saviour,
Thou has brought salvation near,
And the marvels of redemption
In His sacrifice appear,
For the love of God is boundless
In the measure of its goal,
And the Infinite conception
Of the value of a soul.
Heirs of promise though hast called us,
To a high and noble aim
The expansion of Thy kingdom
And the honor of they name;
Lord of light and life and mercy,
Haste the time when strife shall cease,
That the world may know the blessings
Of a universal peace.
May the church of God awaken
To the glory of the hour,
And fulfill the great commission
With a pentecostal power;
Share the message with rejoicing
Till each heart the call obeys,
Zion’s walls are called Salvation
And her gates resound the praise.
Minnie A. Conklin
Tune: 382 Hymnal
How the heavens declare the glory,
In the boundless realms above,
Angel voices never weary,
Strength and majesty to prove;
We would tell redemption’s story
And our Saviour’s wondrous love.
In thy mercy thou hast brought us
Ever safely on our way,
Tenderly thy love hath sought us,
When our feet would go astray
Guard us still, we now beseech thee,
Father, teach us how to pray.
Thou from whom all blessing floweth,
From thy people ne’er depart,
May the grace thy love bestoweth,
Life and energy impart;
Light is sown for those who trust thee,
Gladness for the pure in heart.
Life and light of our salvation,
Can our lips refuse to sing,
Or to offer an oblation
That will magnify our King;
On the altar of devotion
Consecrate the gift we bring.
Minnie A. Conklin
Tune: 279 Hymnal
We trust in the One
Whose reserve cannot fail,
Though wrong seems to triumph,
Injustice, prevail.
His kingdom is coming!
Accept me today,
And make me a channel
Of blessing today.
Chorus:
Channel of blessing
For those who are sad,
Channel of blessing
When others are glad;
Linked with our Saviour
Each step of the way,
Make me a channel
Of blessing today.
Minnie A. Conklin
Tune: No. 53, Worship and Praise
And once again I seem to hear
Her voice in accents low,
As Mother sings the dear old songs
We loved so long ago.
And then like perfume from a flower
By loving touch beguiled
The incense of her prayer ascends
To heaven for her child.
The memory of her useful life
Will linger through the years
And be an anchor to sustain,
And steady when the cares
Of life are pressing heavily
And faith is in distress;
O memory abide with me,
To comfort and to bless.
Minnie A. Conklin
Original music
Times of special gladness, hours that came to bless,
Friends who never failed us, loved ones to caress,
Roses in December, gifts from memory.
Bloom again to cheer us on a wintry day.
Deeds of love and kindness, words of hope and cheer,
That we share with others, through life’s changing year,
May increase in beauty, lasting joy impart
Help to make December, rose time in the heart.
Mrs. Herbert Conklin, age 81 years
Dexter, N. Y., December, 1948
A rose is so much like you
That if it had a voice,
I think that it would say:
I live to make some heart rejoice.
And when from chimes celestial
The homing call I hear,
I hope to see a white rose,
And feel that you are near.
Minnie A. Conklin
Grateful am I for such a father
To guide me through the years.
His quiet strength has been an anchor
That calms, inspires and cheers.
His faith in our divine Creator--
Serene, unchanging, strong--
Has strengthened mine, and kept from swerving
When tempted to do wrong.
And if he’s called to the “fair country”
Before ‘tis time to go,
He’ll patiently await my coming
And watch for me I know;
And by his side will be another
Whose face I long to see,
My ever precious, sainted mother,
Who did so much for me.
Dear little flower, good angels protect thee
Scatter the lovelight over thy way,
Happy, affectionate, innocent, trusting
Surely of such is the kingdom today;
Grant throughout the years these treasures abiding
Father in heaven we pray.
Minnie A. Conklin
The days of youth are days of hope;
The future’s beckoning hand,
Lures to a far horizoned, charming land;
The dreams of all we hope to be,
With eager purpose planned,
Weave laurels for the brow of youth.
The days of youth are days of love,
The springtime of the heart;
To choose the one from all the world apart
To love and cherish through the years,
Till death doth call to part;
Affection crowns the days of youth.
Refrain:
The snow drifts of winter,
May rival the tresses,
Time furrows the brow
It so gently caresses,
The eyes lack their luster,
The step loses its lightness
But grant me the spirit of youth.
Refrain:
Count me one of your circle,
And when the boys come home again
Grant wisdom for the trying hour,
And may our airmen come to be
Remember those who fondly yearn,
Minnie A. Conklin
August 14, 1948
May we united stand,
Then in a world at peace,
And to my little corner spot,
I wish for you at eighty five,
Mrs. Herbert Conklin
Words fail to express the sheer delight
O there is a task I tried to do
May I try again--How strange it seems
They live to guide us, they seek to bless,
M. Gladwyn Conklin.
We may not call these lowly
Oh winsome flower, so fragile
Mrs. Herbert Conklin
The storms of winter gather,
Three centuries and round us
M. Gladwyn Conklin
On Christmas tree and festal board,
Perhaps that artless childhood,
Then lest some little stocking
M. Gladwyn Conklin
Just the same old thought we have heard before,
“O dear Old Year, we have loved you so,
M. Gladwyn Conklin
The heavens above us
We, too, would awaken
M. Gladwyn Conklin.
Be true, “thou canst not then be false--
Be true, nor seek to count the cost,
Mrs. Herbert Conklin
Little joys and sorrows
How the years slip from us,
M. Gladwyn Conklin
It is a path we sometimes miss,
What though the way is rough and steep
O Life divine, Thy life impart
M. Gladwyn Conklin
Tune: No. 99 Hymnal
Note: Author marked “omit” on the last four lines
after publication in the Watertown Daily Times.
The blossoms, brightening the wayside,
Then grant to me the simple pleasure
My best to live as Christ would have me,
M. Gladwyn Conklin
Sometimes their pathway here below,
Often we too may weary grow
If we are tender, brave and true,
Minnie A. Conklin
When we hear the voice of the requiem
The organ speaks in the angel’s song
There may be those--now older grown,
For what e’er the tone, be it grave or gay,
And as today, we dedicate
Mrs. Herbert Conklin
Written at the request of Dr. DiFlorio,
Its stripes, though so fair, were not made to adorn,
United, to nurture a bounteous land
Wherever it floats, may our flag ever be
Each humble observer of order and law,
Minnie A. Conklin
In the yesteryear, all fair and bright,
And a sense of the presence of One divine,
And I knew that the future the great unknown,
O wondrous gift of eternal life
So I bring a message of hope and cheer,
Minne A. Conklin
We hear with joy our own church bell,
We too may ring the bells of life
No panoply of armament,
Minnie A. Conklin
May we united stand
Then in a world at peace,
Minnie Gladwyn Conklin
Are we sowing seeds of peace and love,
Dear citizens of this great land,
M. Gladwyn Conklin
In many ways Thy love has been reflected;
Accept our thanks for seed time and for harvest,
We humbly ask Thy guidance for the future;
Help us to come with more than verbal homages,
Minnie A. Conklin
Tune: Hymnal No. 431, with adaptations.
Hymnal No. 145, with adaptations.
The angels sang o’er Bethlehem’s sacred hillside,
The shephards heard with joy the wondrous story
The wise men brought their gold and myrrh and incense,
Haste the glad day when all shall hear the message,
Minnie A. Conklin
Tune: No. 431 Hymnal, with adaptations.
Gracious Father, while we render
As we lift our hearts and voices
Love that passeth understanding
We would seek no other glory,
Minnie A. Conklin
O Living Truth, attend our way,
O Power Divine, thyself reveal
Minnie A. Conklin
Abide with us, Our Father,
We thank thee for the glory
We thank thee, Gracious Father,
Mrs. Minnie A. Conklin
Christ for the world; repeat the strain
O Zion, haste, fulfill thy trust,
Spirit of Power, endue our lives
Christ for the world; diffuse the light
Mrs. Minnie A. Conklin
Sometimes the clouds of doubt arise.
And if the waves of trouble roll,
Sometimes temptation’s subtle power
And when the shadows of the night,
Minnie A. Conklin
Tune: No. 455, Hymnal
Chorus:
There’s a joy in my heart; it will never depart,
I seek for no pleasure apart from His will,
When life’s work is ended and heaven’s morning dawns,
Minnie A. Conklin
Tune: No. 106, Worship and Praise
Grateful homage we would render,
How the resurrection story
Heirs of promise, we inherit
Minnie A. Conklin
Tune: 372 Hymnal
May Thy companionship impart
Not for myself alone, I plead,
And unto us may grace be given
Minnie A. Conklin
Chorus:
I quench my thirst from Thee, O Word divine,
Streams in the desert of sorrow and pain,
Ye who have wandered away from the fold,
Hearts have grown weary of waiting so long,
Minnie A. Conklin
Tune: 192, Exalt His Name
The blossom fades, the thought may rest secluded
Each luscious fruit must first have had its blossom.
Minnie A. Conklin
Note: This version of the poem was published in The Times, date unknown.
June, what have you taught to me?
June, what have you left to me?
June, what will you grant to me?
Minnie A. Conklin
A dress of varied hues her charm enhances,
If you are true, October, we will love you,
But if you fool us, can we forgive you?
Minnie A. Conklin A couplet am I between summer and winter, The cold winds you mention bear health on their pinions. So think of me kindly -- I’ll try to do better-- Minnie A. Conklin There’s a work to be done as the days go by, Chorus:
Live to fulfill your mission, Even the lowliest service There’s a life to be lived as the days go by, There are hearts to be cheered as the days go by, There’s a message to tell as the days go by, Minnie A. Conklin There’s a peaceful, happy country, When the cares of life oppress us, If we keep the music singing Minnie A. Conklin COUNT ME ONE OF YOUR KIND
There was a call for man
To help to drive oppression out,
And usher justice in,
And I have heard and answered it
And left my home so fair,
Yet count me one of your circle
When you kneel in prayer.
For my heart is there,
Daddy, Mother,
And a face more fair.
While I strive to do my part,
And others’ burdens share
Count me one of your circle
When you kneel in prayer.
Across the dark blue sea,
And bear aloft with eager hands,
The flag of victory,
If I am marching with the rest
Or sleeping over there,
Just count me one of your circle
When you kneel in prayer. A HYMN FOR AIRMEN
Regards the eagle in its flight,
Watch o’er the craft that wings its way
Where storm clouds lower and dangers play.
Sustain the spirits’ hidden power,
To heavenward thought attend thine ear
And manifest Thy presence near.
The messengers of harmony,
To haste Thy kingdoms glad increase,
And usher in the age of peace.
For those who never will return;
May skill prevail till every plane,
Comes safely to its part again. A MEDITATION
For those whose restive spirits lack control,
The gentle Presence comes to cheer and bless,
And fill the hours with peace and happiness,
Fulfilled but not entirely lived up to. A SONG OF PEACE
Clothe him with wise intent,
For the grave hour.
Give strength to meet the day,
Vision to see the way
That leads to lasting peace--
For this we pray.
To guard our cherished land,
Our aims preserve.
Lest we shall hear the knell
Falling from freedom’s bell,
Resound around the world,
Teach us to serve.
Where fear and conquest cease,
Be Thou our guide.
Grant that our shores may be
Portals of liberty;
On Thy security
May we abide. A LITTLE CORNER
Can send a cheering ray,
Where pictures, books, the Upper Room,
Bring pleasure to the day;
A radio to lend its voice
In message or in song;
Perhaps a letter in the mail
The happy thoughts prolong.
True friends and loved ones come;
They carry on where I have failed
And make a happy home.
God bless this humble place for good,
And may each passing day
Have helpful words and kindly deeds
For those who come this way.
A cozy little nook,
A radio, a flower or two,
Some pictures and a “Book,”
And dear ones come and give you joy,
That you can truly say:
“I thank you, heavenly Father,
For another lovely day.”
November 27, 1952 - 85th birthday
Away to the land of Used-to-be;
We’ll start by moonlight, return at dawn
And no one will know that we have gone.
Of the moments spent in that quiet flight;
We linger with each beloved face
Till the time is short; we must see the place.
But somehow never could see it through;
There is the pleasure I meant to give
And a plan of life I sought to live.
We have only been to the land of dreams.
Though distant the goal and ills betide
We rejoice, for love and faith abide.
To show us the worth of tenderness,
Till the aspirations of heart and mind,
In the Great Beyond fruition find.
January 1, 1936 PATIENCE
Come bloom beside my way,
And lend your gentle presence
And fragrance to the day.
When worthy deeds are wrought,
And wise decisions rendered
By giving thee a thought.
A passing breeze could blow
Thy petals from the stamen--
I must not let them go.
January 7, 1941 THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIMS
Is nearing Plymouth’s shore
With gratitude for voyage past
And for the land before.
They seek a place for worship
Unfettered, joyful, free;
They bring to us the blessing
Of Christian liberty.
Death follows in their train,
While want and toil and watchful foes,
Test heart and strength and brain.
With confidence unshaken
And courage born of prayer,
They render to Jehovah,
Thanksgiving for His care.
The light of Plymouth gleams;
They “builded better than they knew,”
The altar of their dreams.
We bow before that altar
Where men for right have striven,
And guard for our posterity,
What they to us have given.
November 19, 1936 THOUGHTS OF CHRISTMAS TIME
And choose with thoughtful care,
Each dainty gift or “goodie”
And softly place them there;
And yet the while you’re thinking,
That nothing quite as sweet
Will ever fill the stockings,
As those restless little feet.
The candle lights will glow.
And merry voices greet us,
Across the glistening snow;
Yet it would not be Christmas,
Without the dancing eyes
Of children with their treasures--
That look of glad surprise.
The Prince of Life beguiled,
Because He chose the lovely way
Of coming as a child;
And then He made a birthday,
To fill each heart with joy--
A Christmas time Foreget-Me-Not,
For every girl and boy.
Should chance to go unfilled,
Some child should miss the message,
The Court of Heaven willed,
Just fill another stocking,
The “goodwill” notes prolong,
That giver and receiver
May share the angels’ song.
December 12, 1936 A THOUGHT FOR THE NEW YEAR
Ere he passed to the land of Used-to-be;
And these are the words he chose to say,
The while he gallantly marched away,
“Be kind!”
“Old Year, can you bring us something more
From your store of wisdom? We fain would hear
A word we need for the untried year.”
“Be kind!”
I pray thee, why this haste to go?”
He turned with a look of tenderness,
Of benediction, a last caress--
“Be kind!” SPRINGTIME
To newness of life,
Its heralds are calling,
Its tokens are rife;
The plant-life appearing
In worshipful moods,
The song-birds assuring
That God is good.
Are lavish with light,
The rain-drops are wooing
Coy blossoms in sight;
The paschal moon’s glow,
Proves its worth understood,
The stars sing together
That God is good.
And join in the song
That nature’s vast chorus
Is rolling along;
Confirming the message
Each springtime renewed,
In swelling crescendoes,
That God is good.
April 10, 1936
For days of youth a golden key,
Was fashioned with a gentle art,
To open doors of destiny,
Unlock the treasures of the heart.
Wouldst though possess this golden key,
Unto thyself, unto thyself,
Be true.
If thou unto thyself art true;”
No higher honor can be thine,
No other gifts such power undue.
To all who place their trust in you,
Unto thyself, to those you love,
Be true.
For life hath work for you to do;
Faint not nor falter in the way,
But with a song, thy course pursue.
The Master puts His trust in you,
Unto thyself, unto thy God,
Be true.
November 27, 1944 BESIDE A COZY FIRE
O’er a rosy light,
And you seek a pastime
That will bring delight,
If a glad possessor,
A “borrow, beg or hire,”
Entertain a grandchild
Beside a cozy fire.
Must be understood;
Just a bite of something
May taste “awful good,”
Visions of the future
Budding hopes inspire
Listening to a grandchild
Beside a cozy fire.
How the hour recalls,
Other simple pictures
Hung on memory’s walls;
Angels seem to listen,
Hearts to heaven aspire
Sitting with a grandchild
Beside a cozy fire.
November 27, 1935 THE PATH OF LOVE
Abundant, full and free;
It is the path our Saviour sought
To bring that life to me;
Though it may be a lowly way
It leads to heights above,--
It is the way of sacrifice,
It is the path of love.
Amid life’s stress and care
For only noble thoughts and words
And helpful deeds are there;
The flowers of patience blossom red,
The lights of kindness gleam,
Humility wild, fragrance shed
When love becomes supreme.
We fain would rest awhile,
Our footsteps falter ere we learn
To go the second mile,
An unseen Form is by our side,
His peace abides within,
And other feet will seek the path
To walk the way with Him.
Sublime the will and cleanse the heart,
Help me the path of love to take
And keep the same for Thy dear sake.
October 3, 1935 MY BEST
I take my homeward way,
Content to do the humble duties
That come from day to day;
And though no valiant deed awaits me
To give my effort zest,
There’s peace and happiness in choosing
To try to do my best.
Caressed by sun and shower,
The handiwork of their Creator,
Have served their little hour.
The lives that give themselves for others
The truest worth attain;
If we can brighten one small corner
We shall not live in vain.
To fill each passing day,
With deeds of kindness, high endeavor
Along an upward way.
I know there’s One who marks my pathway
I leave to Him the rest,
If I may only live to serve Him
And try to do my best.
To serve with ready sympathy,
Till love shall reach its full fruition
And joy abides with me.
October 25, 1935 SUNSET
Rose o’er the darkening trees,
Clouds lifted and a glad refrain
Wafted upon the breeze.
‘Tis the hour when the angels sing
Vesper praises to heaven’s king;
Sweetly the hallelujahs ring
When the sunset tints the sky.
Led where the shadows play,
Life’s sweetest flowers seem to bloom
Just outside the way.
Jesus lighted the pathway dim
Showed the way leading to Him,
This is the song that the angels sing
When the sunset tints the sky.
Thinking the trail is lost,
Often forget the prize we seek
Far outweighs the cost.
Angels beckon the way to heaven,
Tell us strength for the day is given,
That is the reason the clouds are riven
When the sunset tints the sky.
Loyal to Him each day,
Scattering seeds of golden deeds,
Ever along life’s way,
We may sheaves from the harvest bring
To the feet of our Saviour King,
Echo the song that the angels sing
When the sunset tints the sky.
Original music.
In the peaceful calm of a Sabbath morn,
We can hear the organ’s voice;
Through the prelude strains we can hear it call
To worship and rejoice.
We forget our cares as the voice intones
Until with hearts aglow,
Our voices join in praise to Him,
From whom all blessings flow.
We know that hearts are sad;
When it gaily says: “Here comes the bride,”
We smile, for hearts are glad.
When the Hallelujah Chorus swells
And the diapasons roll
We can sense the sound of celestial choirs
Stealing in upon the soul.
Of peace, good will to men.
We hear its voice in triumph tell,
That “our Saviour lives to reign.”
When we take the cup of the sacrament
It whispers: “It was for thee;”
For the final hour, “The morning breaks,
And earth’s vain shadows flee.”
Who recall with thoughts that glow,
The times when another organ spoke,
In the days of long ago.
While youth and childhood listening here,
May remember with delight,
The pleasing themes and gracious words
That the organ’s tones indite.
It speaks of hope and peace,
Of courage to meet what the future holds,
Of God’s love that will not cease
Heaven seems so near as we worship here,
That we listen and rejoice,
While we lift our hearts in gratitude
That the organ has a voice.
That voice, may it ever be
A symbol of our faith and love,
A pledge of loyalty.
May the voice resound both near and far,
Through those who hears it call,
Till the chords of life are harmonized,
And Christ is “Lord of all.”
Pastor of the Brownville Meth. Church.
Organ dedication Nov. 10. 1946. THE FLAG
In city and hamlet, o’er patriot’s grave,
A silent reminder of far visioned men,
Who gave us a nation--who saved it again.
They tell of the time when our nation was born;
Each star in its place is proclaiming to all
That “united we stand but divided we fall.”
By power of the mind and skill of the hand,
Where virtue is honor and justice reward,
Lo, blessed the nation whose God is the Lord.
A pledge of protection on land or at sea,
But never a sign of aggression and dread,
Or hang at halfmast because honor is dead.
Is doing his part to remove the last flaw
That mars its fair name, that it never shall drag
In the dust of defeat. Thus we honor the flag.
ETERNAL LIFE
Do we sometimes wonder if it is true?
Or have we tried in our feeble way
To merit that life through the tasks we do?<
I was called to linger so near the rim
Of the far horizon, I caught a glimpse
Of the great beyond through the shadows dim.
Came over my spirit with healing power,
And a peace that the world could never give
Sustained and kept in that trying hour.
Was filled with a glory beyond compare,
Till I could not chose, if the choice were given
To linger here or to journey there.
Through the merits of Christ our risen Lord
That sweet assurance may come to all
Through prayer and a trust in his holy Word.
To those who are burdened with grief or pain
The horizon leads through the vestibule
To the home where we meet our own again.
June 7, 1941
Written after hearing a radio meditation by Rev. C. T. Holcombe. THE HOME CHURCH BELL
No matter where we roam,
It is the music of a bell,
Reminding us of home.
Of home, and all the heart holds dear
The inner springs of life
Responsive to the finer things,
Above the storms and strife.
Resounding o’er the way,
An invitation in its tone,
A welcome in its lay,
“O come and worship”--hear its voice,
In accents sweet and clear;
We rise and answer to the call,
And feel that God is near.
The bells of hope and peace,
Of justice to our fellow men,
Till war and strife shall cease
A people will not miss the goal
Or fail to do their part
Whose church bells have the power to stir
Emotions in the heart.
No pride of race or creed,
Will usher in the “age of peace”
Or meet the world’s great need--
A universal church of God
Where harmony may dwell,
Yet all responding to the call
From their own church bell.
bell at the Brownville Methodist Church on
February 9, 1947. A NEW YEAR’S PRAYER
Clothe him with wise intent,
For the grave hour,
Give strength to meet the day,
Vision to see the way
That leads to lasting peace--
For this we pray.
To guard our cherished land,
Our aims preserve,
Lest we shall hear the knell,
Falling from freedom’s bell,
Resound around the world,
Teach us to serve.
Where fear and conquest cease,
Be Thou our guide.
Grant that our shores may be
Portals of liberty;
On Thy security
May we abide.
December 30, 1941 THE HARVEST
That shall it also reap.
God’s promises and warnings
Their trysting place will keep.
O citizens of this great land,
Take time to stop and see
What kind of seed we’re sowing,
What will the harvest be?
Or to harvest war and hate?
Is the Sabbath to be an holy day,
Or one to desecrate?
Shall strong drink take its toll of life,
Of innocense and pride?
These questions come to each of us,
And we can help decide.
Take time to look and see
What kind of seed we’re sowing.
What shall the harvest be?
God’s promises and warnings
Their tryst will surely keep.
Whatsoever a nation sows
That shall it also reap.
August 17, 1936 A THANKSGIVING HYMN
In praise to God for blessings through the year;
And may Thy Presnce hallow our oblation,
O meet us here, O meet us here.>
We thank Thee for the help and comfort given;
The rainbow of Thy promise has not failed us;
The clouds were riven, the clouds were riven.
For all the gifts from nature’s lavish hand;
For quietness, for wise and noble leaders,
For this fair land, for this fair land.
May peace prevail and wisdom mark our way;
Thy kingdom spread, till every tribe and nation
Shall own Thy sway, shall own Thy sway.
Our hearts, our lives, we offer at Thy feet,
To live to serve--thus only can we render
An homage meet, an homage meet. A CHRISTMAS HYMN
Let every heart in grateful worship sing,
For He who hallowed Bethlehem’s lowly manger
Now reigns as heaven’s exalted King.
Glory to God, peace and good will to men;
This Christmastide may we their message hasten
And send the echoes back again.
That Christ, the Son of God, had come to earth;
Now countless millions bow in adoration
And celebrate the Saviour’s birth.
And traveled for the new born King to greet;
Our gifts of love, obedience, and service
We offer at Messiah’s feet.
That sin and death no longer hold their thrall;
The Christ yet comes--prepare for Him a welcome
And gladly crown Him Lord of all. UNTITLED
Homage in thy courts to-day,
May thy presence, pure and tender,
Fill our hearts, we humbly pray;
Sin and sloth and need confessing
We would come to seek thy face;
Grant thy pardon and thy blessing
Through the merits of thy grace.
In the hymns of grateful praise,
As each seeking soul rejoices
In the love thy care displays.
May the graces we inherit
Fit us for the daily need;
Life abundant, winsome spirit,
Are the gifts for which we plead.
Sealed the great redemptive plan,
Sacrifice and mercy blending
Brought eternal life to man;
Glory, honor and thanksgiving
Unto Christ our Lord belong;
Life replete, from him receiving
Forms the burden of our song.
We can have no higher aim,
Than to tell redemption’s story,
Magnify the Saviour’s name;
Then, our Father, while we render
Homage in thy courts to-day,
May that spirit, warm and tender,
Fill our hearts we humbly pray. UNTITLED
Tune: No. 311, Hymnal
Though we forget and wrong prevails,
The treasures of thy grace impart
To fill the chalice of the heart;
Love knows no bound of race or clime,
Faith looks beyond the vail of time;
Through these may we thy love proclaim
And magnify the Saviour’s name.
That from thy care we shall not stray;
Attune our hearts to sing the praise
Of him whose mercy crowns our days;
May we a faithful witness bear,
The gospel message freely share,
And teach our falt’ring lips to frame
A tribute to thy worthy name.
In tender, intimate appeal,
And in the quiet, trysting hour,
Endue our lives with winsome power,
When we regard the sacrifice
That freely paid redemption’s price,
May heart and voice and life acclaim
The praise of our Redeemer’s name. UNTITLED
And teach our hearts to say,
Those words of filial beauty
In such a thoughtful way,
That we may know the purpose
Of thy creative plan--
A loving Father seeking
The brotherhood of man.
Thy nature to impart,
A vital, unseen Presence
That comes to every heart;
A love that leads to service
A faith enriched by prayer,
A hope that spans the future
And seeks fulfillment there.
Of earth and sea and sky,
For nature’s rich adorning
And bounteous supply,
For life so full of meaning,
For peace whate’er betide,
A Saviour to redeem us,
The Spirit for our guide.
That each of us may share
In making, for thy children,
A dwelling place more fair,
That Christ may be exalted
Wherever man has trod,
The earth a sanctuary--
The temple of our God. UNTITLED
Tune: No. 126 Hymnal
No other meets the world’s great need,
Save He who toiled to Calvary’s height
For all mankind to intercede.
Lest we forget our Lord’s command,
Or fail to sense the urgent need
To bear the news to every land.
Go forth to meet the promised day
As open minds and waiting hearts
Rejoice to know the living way.
With active love and noble aim,
To use the gifts thy grace bestows
To magnify the Saviour’s name.
Of love and truth, that it may shine
O’er thronged way and lonely trail,
That all may know the Life divine. A CHRIST FOR EVERY NEED
What e’er my need may be;
It is the Christ with love divine,
Who waits to welcome me;
It is the Christ with love divine,
Who waits to welcome me.
And faith seems growing dim,
But Christ a full assurance gives,
I look away to Him;
But Christ a full assurance gives,--
I look away to Him.
Like a tempestuous sea,
Then there is One who calms the storm,--
The Christ of Galilee;
Then there is One who calms the storm,--
The Christ of Galilee.
Would lure my soul away,
I look to Him who holds me fast,--
The Christ of Calvary;
I look to Him who holds me fast,--
The Christ of Calvary.
Encircle mine or me,
A living Christ will be our guide,--
A pledge of victory;
A living Christ will be our guide,--
A pledge of victory. SINCE JESUS HAS COME TO ABIDE
A Saviour to love and to guide,
To pardon and keep me, to solace and cheer,
For Jesus has come to abide.
No matter what ills may betide,
And rivers of blessings flow over my soul,
Since Jesus has come to abide.
No vanities challenge my pride,
I find peace and comfort each step of the way
Since Jesus has come to abide.
And gladly I stand by His side,
The joy of eternity surely will be;
With Him I shall ever abide. LORD OF LIFE
Can our lips a tribute frame;
That will tell redemption’s story,
Magnify the Saviour’s name.
While angelic hosts of heaven
Sound the praises of their King.
Through the grace to mortals given,
May not our tribute bring.
For He left His home above,
Sought His own, divinely tender
To reveal the Father’s love.
With redemption for His guerdon
Bore our sins, though undefiled,
Glorified the cross, to pardon
Every humble, contrite child.
Lights the future with its gleam,
To behold Him in His glory
Is not now an empty dream.
Living Author of Salvation
Whom to know is life indeed,
Through His free and full oblation,
Still He waits our cause to plead.
Power to make the message known
Let the Pentecostal Spirit
Meet and claim us for His own.
Lord of life, and light and glory,
May our lips a tribute frame,
That will tell redemption’s story,
Magnify the Saviour’s name. A PRAYER
May I the Christ-like spirit share,
And by obedience learn to prove,
The comfort of the Saviour’s love.
The peace divine within my heart,
A trust that quiets needless fears,
A faith that deepens with the years.
But for each child of Thine in need,
In Sabbath calm and busy mart,
Reveal Thyself to every heart.
To show the way to Christ and heaven;
May we Thy wondrous love proclaim
And magnify the Saviour’s name.
Tune: No. 259, Hymnal STREAMS IN THE DESERT
Daily replenished for you and for me,
Bearing a message for hope long deferred,
Fresh from the fountain of God’s holy Word.
I claim Thy promises, for they are mine.
Transforming graces it offers to me,
And life eternal my Saviour with Thee.
Making the weary take courage again;
Streams in the desert to meet every need,
Offered if only His promise we plead.
Far from the path to the city of gold,
Come to the Saviour who maketh thee whole,
By the still waters restoreth thy soul.
For the glad message in story and song,
Hasten the tidings that mercy is rife,
Share with the needy the water of life. IN BLOSSOM TIME
In modest charm the thought and blossom lie
Secluded, yet unconsciously revealing,
Their fragrant beauty to the passerby.
Yet each is biding an approaching hour,
For treasured words and seeds for golden fruitage
Repose within that lovely thought and flower.
A thought precedes an act, howe’er sublime.
For coming days, O fill your heart, beloved,
With lovely thoughts in apple blossom time. JUNE
The days we longed for through winter’s cold,
Flowers and sunshine and balmy air,
The old time friendships, the place of prayer,
And friendships new, a wealth untold,
These, June, you have brought to me.
A need of patience for faith and love
That faults remain though I have striven
To overcome them. The joy of heavens
Rewards the true gift from above;
This, June, you have taught to me.
The same old treasures I’ve cherished long,
Home, and dear ones and daily cares,
The simple pleasures that each one shares,
These make my life one grand sweet song;
These, June, you have left to me.
Content in my heavenly Father’s care,
Constant loyalty, day by day,
A courage that leads my heart to say,
“I’ll do my part,” and “trust in prayer;”
These, June, will you grant to me.
OCTOBER
Serene and mild with skies of dainty blue.
We cannot help but love her for her greeting,
And yet we wonder if she’s really true.
Autumnal flowers scent the hazy air,
The garnered stores of garden, field and orchard
Remind us of our heavenly Father’s care.
Call you the month for brides instead of June,
Hail to your perfect days while heaven is bending
To prove that nature is in perfect tune.
If cold winds blow, squaw winter’s snowflakes drive
Remember, you’re too old for pranks, my lady,
If years were centuries you’d be seventy five.
But as a wise
statesman was known to observe
When partisan critics assailed his
position,
‘Tis a pleasure to please you but better to serve.
The warmth and the beauty that
graciously stay
Are so intermingled with cold windy weather
That a happy
transition is made day by day.
The birds chatter gaily -- prepare for
departure,
The leaves don their prettiest hues as they fall,
The nuts wait
the frost to release them for service,
The flowers of the autumn are sweetest
of all.
The frosts send
the sap to the root of the tree
To prepare for the future -- some lives are
the sweeter
For the frosts and the winds of affliction maybe.
Save for me the nuptials
not captured by June;
If there’s warmth in your heart you will find next
October
That weather and “heaven on earth are in tune.”
A work that was meant for
you;
With a loyal resolve and a purpose high,
Serve the cause that is just
and true.
Earnestly do your part;
Whether the cause
be small or great,
Do it with cheery heart.
Is great when the Master’s hand
Works with
ours as the days go by
At the task He planned.
A life that is pure and
true,
That the life of the Master of earth and sky,
Be reflected in all
you do.
In cottage and mansion
fair,
Many long for the touch of a gentle hand,
Or a ministering word or
prayer.
That Messiah came to
save;
How ‘twas love supreme made the sacrifice
When His life He so freely
gave.
Original Music
Living just beyond our sight,
Where
the fields are always vernal
And the skies are always bright.
Loving
hearts await our coming,
Christ prepares a promised place;
When the work
of life is over,
We shall see Him face to face.
And the goal seems far from
sight,
When temptations try to lure us,
From the narrow path of
right,
Let us look beyond the shadows
To the clear and sunlit
skies,
Where our love ones wait our coming
On the hills of Paradise.
In our hearts from day to day,
Other
hearts will wait the echo,
Of the heavenly harmony.
O the Homeland! O the
Homeland!
While the ceaseless ages roll,
We may dwell with Christ
forever,
In the Homeland of the soul.
‘Tis the Master who is saying,
Come, dear heart and help me care
For
the blossoms in my garden --
Come with love and come with prayer.
There are lilies to be nurtured
From the chalice of a heart,
Tender
plants to bloom in fragrance,
Through the help you may impart.
Bring your talents and the beauty
Of your youth, all fresh and
sweet,
And my Presence shall be with you --
In the garden we shall meet.
Minnie A. Conklin
Tune: 252 Hymnal
Thoughts from the radio song and meditation,
June,
1941 - Rev. L. W. Wakeman and choir.
O morning Star of Promise,
For Jesus is our Scepter,
Thy glory shines
afar,
Our bright and Morning Star.
O wondrous Star of Promise
Illumes our hearts we pray,
That we may
share the message,
That comes from Calvary.
From error’s maze of darkness,
Dispel the shades of night,
O morning
Star of Promise
Lead upward to the Light.
Chorus:
The light is shining brighter,
The nations wait the day,
O hasten that
glad morning
When all shall own thy sway.
Minnie A. Conklin
Read at W.F.M.S. District Meeting
by Mrs.
Rogers.
Chorus:
There’s a welcome, hearty and true,
Pastor for you and those you
love,
There’s a welcome, hearty and true,
And a place in our hearts for
you.
May we work for the highest goal,
Every gift to the Master bring,
While
we travel an upward way
In the service of Christ our King.
We will gather the choicest blooms
From our garden of happy hours,
And
we’ll bring them to you to share,
For Di Floria means The Flowers.
Minnie A. Conklin
Tune: Follow the Gleam, No. 37, Exalt His Name
Written for a reception,
June 16, 1944, for
Dr. and Mrs. Pascal Di Floria.
As heaven is high above the earth
So great God’s mercy toward His
own;
Creator of the universe,
He makes each trusting heart His
throne,
For love divine that crowns our days,
We bow in gratitude and
praise.
Minnie A. Conklin Written May 10, 1951 (Mother’s birthday)
At the noonday hour a happy pair
Came walking demurely down the
stair
With John and Gertrude on either side
To help the minister make a
bride.
A few short words and an earnest prayer
For the happy couple
kneeling there,
Then Brother Ernst made the glad acclaim
That Carrie
Chapman had changed her name.
Congratulations and wishes said
We went to a table with dainties
spread
And ate to the health of the bride and groom.
To Brother Bert and
Gertrude again
Came the honor of taking them to the train.
Pardon, dear friends, the nonsense mood;
Thank God that memory, for our
good,
Omits the sad and leaves the gay
Glad thoughts to cheer us on our
way.
For there were faces with us then
Whose smiles we shall never see
again
Till we meet at last in our final home
Where sadness and partings
never come.
I wish they might look on this happy scene,
And know that the years that
come between
Can never blot from memory
That the best we are and hope to
be
We owe to the counsel, love and prayer
Of the dear ones waiting over
there.
Memory again takes a backward glance--
You remember the night Will went to
the dance;
Not for pleasure we must admit--,
But gravely looking for Dr.
Witt;
And Mrs. Miller came with a whirl,
And Aunt Minnie held a brown eyed
girl.
A little girl who had come to stay
To brighten the days and cheer
the way.
God grant that the girlie they held so fast
Be their joy and
pride while life shall last.
And now as kinsman, neighbor, friend,
We come that each may help to
lend--
A hand by presence, gift and song,
By friendship tried and proven
strong
To cheer your hearts and pave the way
To make this anniversary
day
A milestone on the journey home
To point to happier years to come.
And you may reach the golden bar
Where all the sunset pleasures
are;
And then we’ll come again if fate
Will grant, and help you
celebrate,
Or meet you in the home above
Where all is joy and peace and
love.
Minnie A. Conklin
Written for the 25th anniversary celebration held on October 4, 1918 William
and Carrie Chapman Conklin, Brownville, N. Y.
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Congratulations, Father dear!
Another birthday now is here!
And eighty
years have passed away,
Since first you saw your natal day.
The four-score
years allotted you
Are granted only to the few;
Time has been kind to us,
and now
It wreaths the laurels for your brow.
In fancy I can see a home
Where Bub and Sister used to roam,
And faces
noble and benign
On which the love light used to shine;
The boyish
sketches in the den
Revealing latent talent then;
The trees, the roses and
the mill
The school house just beyond the hill.
The scene has changed to
other days
And other friends and other ways
But Father, Mother gone
before
Still wait the children as of yore.
Faith beckons to a happy
day
Perhaps not many years away
When we shall see the rapturous
smile
Of those we’ve loved and lost awhile.
Minnie Gladwyn Conklin
Written for William R. Gladwyn 1846-1929
I know there were others
With faces more fair,
With smiles more
alluring
And culture more rare.
Yet the while she was all
That a mother
should be,
That I had the right mother
Means something to me.
And when we shall meet
On that beautiful shore,
And sometimes
remember
The glad days of yore,
We’ll just talk it over
I’m sure we’ll
agree
That I had the right mother
Means something to me.
If time has been gracious
And you still possess,
That cause for
rejoicing--
A mother to bless--
Why not tell her today,
If the words
can ring true,
That you had the right mother
Means something to you.
M. Gladwyn Conklin
May 4, 1937
You want to know about--let me see--,
‘Twas a bonny morn, but a little
chill
(I think I’m right--we’ll leave it to Will.)
A young man hurried the
morning’s work,
He never had quite the heart to shirk,
But a date was on
and at his request
Dad and mother and all the rest
Quickened their pace,
for with such a date
It wasn’t the thing to come in late.
At the noonday hour a happy pair
Came walking demurely down the
stair
With John and Gertrude on either side
To help the minister make a
bride.
A few short words and an earnest prayer
For the happy couple
kneeling there,
Then Brother Ernst made the glad acclaim
That Carrie
Chapman had changed her name.
Congratulations and wishes said
We went to a table with dainties
spread
And ate to the health of the bride and groom.
To Brother Bert and
Gertrude again
Came the honor of taking them to the train.
Pardon, dear friends, the nonsense mood;
Thank God that memory, for our
good,
Omits the sad and leaves the gay
Glad thoughts to cheer us on our
way.
For there were faces with us then
Whose smiles we shall never see
again
Till we meet at last in our final home
Where sadness and partings
never come.
I wish they might look on this happy scene,
And know that the years that
come between
Can never blot from memory
That the best we are and hope to
be
We owe to the counsel, love and prayer
Of the dear ones waiting over
there.
Memory again takes a backward glance--
You remember the night Will went to
the dance;
Not for pleasure we must admit--,
But gravely looking for Dr.
Witt;
And Mrs. Miller came with a whirl,
And Aunt Minnie held a brown eyed
girl.
A little girl who had come to stay
To brighten the days and cheer
the way.
God grant that the girlie they held so fast
Be their joy and
pride while life shall last.
And now as kinsman, neighbor, friend,
We come that each may help to
lend--
A hand by presence, gift and song,
By friendship tried and proven
strong
To cheer your hearts and pave the way
To make this anniversary
day
A milestone on the journey home
To point to happier years to come.
And you may reach the golden bar
Where all the sunset pleasures
are;
And then we’ll come again if fate
Will grant, and help you
celebrate,
Or meet you in the home above
Where all is joy and peace and
love.
Minnie A. Conklin
Chorus:
Live to fulfill your mission,
Earnestly do your part;
Whether the cause be small or great,
Do it with cheery heart.
Even the lowliest service
Is great when the Master’s hand
Works with ours as the days go by
At the task He planned.
There’s a life to be lived as the days go by,
A life that is pure and true,
That the life of the Master of earth and sky,
Be reflected in all you do.
There are hearts to be cheered as the days go by,
In cottage and mansion fair,
Many long for the touch of a gentle hand,
Or a ministering word or prayer.
There’s a message to tell as the days go by,
That Messiah came to save;
How ‘twas love supreme made the sacrifice
When His life He so freely gave.
Original Music Minnie A. Conklin
And there are friends who through the years,
Have led us on to better things,
Wider horizons, helpful deeds,
The joy and trust that friendship brings.
The years go by, we may not know,
How much success and friendship blend,
Let no one feel that life is bare,
Who still can say, "I have a friend."
Mrs. Herbert Conklin
An essay written by Mrs. Conklin for the New York Weekly Witness
November 29, 1911 Two happy children are tripping, hand in hand, down a country road. Birds are School is out for the day, and they are hastening to a pretty, vine-clad home. Sometimes toward the end of the journey the little feet grow weary; yet on The years have vanished; no longer in the morning of life, the children travel the The step is losing something of its elasticity; silver threads enrich the brown; yet Waiting with the same smile of welcome, waiting till the lessons of life are
O could our hearts retain the message,
‘Twas love that led the Prince of Glory,
Mrs. Bert Conklin
This song is part of an original Christmas Play,
bearing the same name, written expressly for the
The Souvenir Edition of the music and words can
be found in the Conklin Family Scrapbook kept by
And then with due reflection
The Happy Thoughts have ever been
A noble line of presidents
Our Church as been our trysting place
Pleasures have come to each of us--
And Cupid, too, has done his part
And then affliction, too, has come,
And our dear Gertie heard the call;
The years stretch out beyond our view.
Let’s work together as a class
Minnie A. Conklin
Each luscious fruit must first have had its blossom,
Minnie A. Conklin
Tune: Londonderry Air, No. 145 Hymnal
And look again the wasted grain
O listen to the Master’s call,
O wondrous Christ! And may I not
The service for the least of these
Chorus:
So great the need! The work so great
Minnie A. Conklin
Tune: No. 122, Worship and Praise.
We think it is almost worthless
But it may be our humble effort
Dear Lord, may we use it wisely,
A fruitage, Or if in failure
May a patient, wise endeavor,
Minnie A. Conklin
‘Twas Easter morn. The children came
And I on whom the light and glow
My rose shall be a loyalty;
Minnie A. Conklin
I’m one of Jesus’ children
Minnie A. Conklin
Tune: Page 13, Primary Songs
We come in life’s bright golden hours
Our emblem is the sacred cross,
Chorus:
Rally, rally for the King of Kings,
Minnie A. Conklin
A seeking heart to greet the Light
And since my Father bids me come,
Minnie A. Conklin
Thoughts suggested by a radio talk
Thank you, dear Lord, that you were brave and true
Thank you, dear Lord, that you could think to pray
Thank you, dear Lord, that you were so pure
Thank you, dear Lord, that from the cross has come,
And if I fail in some unthinking way,
Minnie A. Conklin
This month of May beauty
Our lives are like pathways
Four years we have traveled
This pathway diverges,
But we are not parting
Our Father is marking
Minnie A. Conklin
O the happy memories that throng,
Refrain:
Farewell to thee, farewell to thee,
And throughout the years to come we’ll strive
Minne A. Conklin
Tune: Aloha De, No. 104, Favorite Songs.
We have met on this pleasant occasion
Refrain:
Oh, come, come, come, come here to our church in Brownville
So tonight we are bidding you welcome,
Minnie A. Conklin
Tune: Church in the Wildwood.
Speak kindly in the morning hours
Speak kindly when the sun sinks low
Speak kindly when some weaker one
Speak kindly always. Words depart,
Minnie A. Conklin
Abide with us, our Father,
We thank Thee for the glory
We thank Thee, gracious Father,
M. Gladwyn Conklin
When Mother sang at twilight hour,
Refrain:
O happy childhood when at Mother’s knee
Minnie A. Conklin
The crude cross on which my Saviour suffered
Refrain:
The world’s Redeemer,
Minnie A. Gladwyn
June, what have you asked of us?
June, what will you leave with us?
M. Gladwyn Conklin
This version of the poem was published in The Times
Across an azure river
I watch the shifting colors
Beyond the sunset glory
Refrain:
O great and loving Father,
Minnie A. Conklin
And such is life for past our frail divining,
We need the beauty of the silver lining
Minnie A. Conklin
CHORUS:
Here in our little church where old friends meet,
Minnie A. Conklin
At nine o’clock, companions say
At forty years, the moontide tends
Swift sixty years--mid-afternoon;
The hour is six; the day is done;
The day of life! heaven’s choicest gift--
M. Gladwyn Conklin
Who would not be grateful when dear ones so kind
"My peace I leave with you," our Savior has said,
Signed, "Grandma"MOTHER
singing, bees are humming and flowers are blooming on every side.
They call to the birds, laugh at the merry chase of the bees and butterflies and drink in the sweet fragrance of the clover and wild roses;
but they do not linger.
they bravely trudge; for home is nearing and mother is waiting at the gate, waiting
with smiles and caresses; waiting to hear of their pleasures, to share their sorrows and to commend for tasks well done.
And home is sweet because mother is waiting there.
country road, home from school. In another school, they have been learning life’s lessons of love and duty. Joys have gladdened
and sorrows have saddened their hearts.
with eager faces they are pressing forward on their journey; for home is nearing, and mother waits at Heaven’s gate.
finished, and the older grown children are sheltered at last in the eternal home; sweet home! THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS IS LOVE
On wings of song there comes a message
‘Twas angel borne o’er Judah’s plain
And in the silence as we listen,
We hear its echoes once again,
And catch the meaning of their glad refrain,
The Spirit of Christmas is Love.
And live it out the whole year through
‘Twould brighten ev’ry darkened corner,
And make this old world live a-new,
Envision heaven to our raptured view,
The Spirit of Christmas is Love.
To choose a lowly manger bed,
To face the years of toil and sorrow,
At last to suffer in our stead.
O wondrous gift, all other gifts above!
The Spirit of Christmas is Love.
Christmas Service of the Brownville Methodist
Episcopal Church by Mrs. Bert Conklin, and presented
on Sunday evening, December 19, 1937.
a descendant of the Conklin family of Jefferson
County, Town of Hounsfield, (N. Y.) family.
AN APPRECIATION
A little class in Sunday School
With aims and motives true
Planned for united enterprise
In work they wished to do;
And so one fine September eve
We met at Ina’s house
And organized our little class
For future years to come.
And discussion, as we ought,
At Clara’s we decided on
The name of "Happy Thought;"
And so our little bark was launched
With Nellie at the helm
To stand the storm and stress that tries
But cannot overwhelm.
True to their name and plan
And try to bring a bit of cheer
And help where’er they can;
A bunch of flowers, a kindly call
A word of greeting sent
And often more substantial aid.
But oh! How much they meant.
Have given of their best
And helped in every worthy cause
That claimed their interest.
Mistakes, of course, we’ve often made;
But, striving for the Right,
We heart to heart and hand to hand
Look upward to the Light.
And in our corner class
We study from the Book of Life
The lessons that will last;
And here a grateful tribute bring
To one we hold so dear
Who always leads us to the best--
Our teacher--Give a Cheer!
Times when our hearts were gay
With joy-brimmed cups and happiness
It seemed had come to stay.
Each social evening seemed "the best--"
Each picnic "beats them all:"
Each hostess is the cleverest;
Each kindness we recall.
With Happy Thoughts to guide
And led to Hymen’s chancel rail
Full many a happy bride;
And little ones have come to bless
And keep the home fires bright.
As day by day we watch and pray
To guide their steps aright.
Sickness and sorrow sore,
And father, mother, brother, child
May greet us here no more;
But Christ has razed the bars of death;
And while the ages roll,
We shall meet them; we shall greet them
In the "homeland of the Soul."
And while we hoped and prayed,
Her fragile body sought its rest.
Trusting and unafraid,
Her gentle spirit planned for flight.
With unseen escort given,
She joined the music of the skies
To draw us nearer Heaven.
What will the future bring?
What will our little Circle be?
Ours is the answering.
Kindness and loyalty we need,
The Christ-like spirit shown,
That we may prove where’er we go
The Christ-life is our own.
To bring that Christ-life in.
With Grace and Marion as our guides,
We’re surely "bound to win."
Practice the golden rule of thought
With loyal hearts and true
And think of others as you would
That others should think of you.
November, 1924
IN BLOSSOM TIME
A lovely thought is like an apple blossom,
In modest charm the thought and blossom lie
Secluded, yet unconsciously revealing,
Their fragrant beauty to the passerby.
The blossom fades, the thought may rest secluded
Yet each is biding an approaching hour,
For treasured words and seeds for golden fruitage
Repose within that lovely thought and flower.
The dainty blooms that crown the apple tree,
Like noble thoughts that linger to fruition,
Perform their part in nature’s harmony.
If memory brings the roses in December,
A thought precedes an act however sublime
For coming days, O fill your heart beloved,
With lovely thoughts in apple blossom time.A HARVEST SONG
Look out upon the ripening grain.
In life’s great harvest field,
And watch the reapers as they glean,
And note the goodly yield.
The reapers all too few,
The waiting fields as yet untouched
So much there is to do.
"The fields are white, go ye,
And I, if I be lifted up,
Will draw all men to me."
Some humble service bring,
To garner from the harvest fields
An offering for the King.
Is service unto Thee,
The sheaves we bring from harvesting
Are for eternity.
Lord grant that I may be,
A reaper in life’s harvest field
To bind the sheaves for Thee.ENTRUSTED
The Master has given a talent
To each of us -- not "the few."
It may be a lowly service
Our talent is meant to do.
And look at our gifted friend,
With a touch of wistful longing
And our uselessness defend.
Is just what the Master needs
In some corner of His vineyard
A service of quiet deeds.
This talent which Thou hast lent,
Nor think of ourselves too highly
If an answered prayer has meant.
We come with a saddened heart
May Thy spirit give us wisdom
To worthily do our part.
Through the touch of Thy dear hand,
Come to blossom and fruition,
Far better than we have planned.THE CHANCEL GARDEN, 1941
Brownville Methodist Church
To bring an offering to their Lord,
And sweet, young voices tell their aim,
Then in the chancel garden sward
Their little hands adorn the cross
With ivy green and daffodils
With lilies white and roses red
Above the moss.
Of many an Easter morn have dawned,
Am young again and long to bring
Some tender, heart-felt offering
To decorate the Savior’s cross.
What shall it be -- I have no flowers,
A cruel thorn -- oh never that
Above the moss.
My daffodil a faith that spring
Will dawn eternal o’er the hill;
My ivy leaves a strength to bear
What ever comes of pain or loss,
My lilies white must daily prove
The gift supreme -- a heart of love
Above the moss. PRIMARY RALLY DAY SONG
You ask why I’m so happy,
My heart is full of glee,
It’s rally day in our school
It’s rally day with me.
And so whene’er you see,
It’s rally day in our school
It’s rally day with me.A SONG FOR RALLY DAY
O, we’re an earnest, loyal band,
Enlisted for the King;
Our leader is Immanuel,
His praises we will sing.
Our choicest gifts to bring
A loyal heart, a willing hand,
Are love’s best offering.
The precious Word our guide,
We cannot leave the King’s highway
When walking by His side.
Rally, rally, there is joy it brings,
For if we serve Him from the heart,
And always try to do our part,
The joy bell’s chime and all around
Glad music rings. A SEEKING HEART
As blossoms turn toward the sun,
And rivers seek the sea,
As nature strives through storm and calm
For perfect harmony,
So would I try to cultivate
The wisdom they impart
And in the common walks of life,
To have a seeking heart.
That I may know the way,
And from an Infinite supply
Find strength for every day;
To choose the beautiful, the true,
The good that life may be
Like nature, fitted to perform
A helpful ministry.
I bow before His throne,
And ask of Him a seeking heart,
To make His will my own;
To keep the law of kindliness,
In thought and deed and word--
A thankful life that quietly
May witness for my Lord.
by Rev. Frank Lincoln Edwards, Feb. 6, 1942.
A LENTEN MEDITATION 1942
Thank you, dear Lord, that I may come to you,
And know that I am coming to a friend;
To one who knew temptations in their power
And yet was sinless to the very end.
Throughout those days of sorrow and of pain,
Though left alone in dark Gethsemane
The Father’s will, the cup, were not in vain.
Father, forgive, they know not what they do;
No wrong can harm if we are led to say
That noble prayer, when we remember you.
Yet you can look in mercy on my sin;
And thru Thy love the Gates of Paradise
Were opened wide that we may enter in.
A shining light that leads beyond the tomb;
How could we have a resurrection morn
Without a calvary with all its gloom.
May look recall, or with love laden word,
Bid me return that I may haste to come
And humbly try to honor my dear Lord.
Read by Elaine Conklin
That brings us much pleasure,
Green sward, fragrant blossoms,
Of infinite hue,
Would mean little to us
If we could not share them
With friends who are friendly
And hearts that are true.
That come to a meeting,
We travel together
With pleasure the while,
And sometimes we journey
With those who will lead us
On ways that are sacred
For many a mile.
This Emmaus pathway
With ones who have shown us
By word and by deed,
The purpose of living,
That Good is eternal,
And sacrifice better
Than plaudits or creed.
No longer we’ll travel
Together or mingle
As in days of yore,
Our hearts feel a longing
Like dreams that have vanished,
Or wishing for something
Time cannot restore.
In things of the spirit,
Our humble endeavors,
Our hopes are the same,
Your influence bids us
Still travel together
For love is our motive,
And service our aim.
The pathway before us,
With smiles and good wishes
We bid you adieu,
Your church friends in Brownville
Are tenderly saying,
"Dear Lester and Alma,
God’s blessing on you."UNTITLED
Written for a farewell at our church
for Rev. and Mrs. Herbert Harrison,
June 3, 1940. Sung by choir.
Of hours we’ve spent together here,
Since first we knew this friend who came
Our footsteps to guide, our hearts to cheer.
How sadly we repeat the old refrain,
May heaven bless and keep you safe from harm,
Until we meet again.
To live so kind and pure and true,
That our lives will prove we treasure still,
The precepts which we have learned from you. UNTITLED
Written for a reception at our church for Rev. and Mrs. Lester Wakeman, June 19, 1940
Sung by choir.
To greet you with song and with cheer,
We rejoice for the ones who were chosen,
To our church that we all hold so dear.
O come to each home and each heart,
And we pledge you our earnest endeavor,
To be loyal in doing our part.
A welcome that’s hearty and true,
May the years bring you joy in the service
Which the Master has called you to do. SPEAK KINDLY
(A NEW YEAR THOUGHT)
As dawn dispels the gloom of night,
Reveals the beauty of the flowers,
So may kind words make dark hours bright,
And with their own unrivaled art
Reveal the beauty of a heart.
Beyond the amber flooded west,
For ere its light again shall glow
Some loved one may have passed to rest,
And words, recalled with bitter tears,
Remain to mar the coming years.
Has strayed from virtue’s pleasant way.
Sin cometh not to one alone,
All we like sheep have gone astray.
May charity its fragrance shed
Through kindly words that you have said.
And like the bread on waters cast,
May, while they cheer some saddened heart,
Return to bless our own at last,
And the best gift that Heaven affords
May be for kindly spoken words. A HUMBLE PARTY
Abide with us, our Father,
And teach our hearts to say
Those words of filial beauty
In such a thoughtful way,
That we may know the purpose
Of Thy creative plan--
A loving Father seeking
The brotherhood of man.
Thy nature to impart,
A vital, unseen presence
A love that leads to service,
A faith enriched by prayer,
A hope that spans the future
And seeks fulfillment there.
Of earth and sea and sky,
For nature’s rich adorning
And bounteous supply;
For life so full of meaning,
For peace what e’er betide,
A Saviour to redeem us,
The Spirit for our guide.
That each of us may share
In making, for Thy children,
A dwelling place more fair;
That Christ may be exalted
Wherever man has trod,
The earth a sanctuary--
The temple of our God.
February 8, 1936
A TWILIGHT SONG
Long years ago at twilight hour
I sat at Mother’s knee,
And listened while she softly sang,
A simple melody.
The voice, the hour had power to charm,
All childish ills away;
Though years have passed, I seem to hear
That song today.
I want to be an angel, and with the angels stand,
A crown upon my forehead, a harp within my hand.
To hush her child to rest,
The sweet and tender melodies
Were those we like the best.
The words had little import then,
But with a gentle art,
The thought has found a trysting place
Within my heart.
Kind words can never die, never die, never die.
Kind words can never die, no, never die.
Songs were heard that live in memory;
Live to help us to be brave
And pure and kind and true;
Mothers, may God’s blessing
Ever rest on you.
Original music.
EMMANUEL
Prophetic eyes beheld Messiah’s coming,
Angelic hosts announce Emmanuel’s birth,
Approved of God, anointed by the Spirit
His gracious words reveal His matchless worth.
He came to earth, divine and yet so lowly
No humble child need fear to seek His face,
He chose the way of sacrifice and sorrow
That we may know the riches of His grace.
Is radiant now with love and power to save.
The empty tomb from which He rose triumphant
Becomes the pledge of life beyond the grave.
He bids us rise and bear to every nation
The word of life on which hopes depend
Across the years we hear the precious promise;
Lo, I am with you, even to the end.
Conqueror of sin,
Open your heart and let
The waiting Saviour in.
Tune: No. 532
JUNE
June, what have you brought to us?
Beauty, fragrance and balmy air;
The robins’ song, like a matin prayer;
Some simple pleasures along the way,
A sense of gratitude every day.
These, June, you have brought to us.
A pleasant routine of work and play;
To open our hearts in sympathy;
A trust that events, when understood,
All work together for lasting good.
These, June, you have asked of us.
A thought of you and another June;
The long-time friendships; a heart attune
To love and kindness; young lives to cheer;
Some tasks to do in the coming year.
These, June, will you leave with us.
on June 25, 1936. The handwritten version appears
on the following page.
BEYOND THE SUNSET GLORY
Beyond the sunset glory,
In fancy I can see
A fair and happy country
Where loved ones wait for me.
Are portals pearly white.
Each minaret and palace
Is bathed in rosy light.
And listen for the song
Of sweet angelic voices
Among a happy throng.
I hope that there may be,
Among familiar faces,
Some humble place for me.
Inspire our hearts to know
Thy presence is the glory
Beyond the sunset glow.
Thy presence is the glory
Beyond the sunset glow.
ABOVE THE CLOUDS
The morning dawned. A mist was in the valley,
Low hung and gray, the sun obscured from sight;
No fair expanse of field and shining river
Regaled our senses with a rare delight.
An upward climb and lo above the shadows
The sun in all its splendor greets the day;
The misty valley is aglow with beauty,
Above the clouds the shadows flee away.
The light that radiates to warm and cheer,
Awaits our coming that we may envision
The far horizons of God’s love and care.
And with the vision comes a strength and courage,
Above the clouds we leave the mists of cares;
Each lovely trusting heart may see the vista
The hilltop is the place of secret prayer.
To keep within our hearts in coming days,
The warmth and sun of the inner Presence
To help us in our daily walks and ways,
The valley needs us and we need the valley,
Our work is here until our eyes shall see
The hills of home--perhaps, with clearer vision
The longed for realms of perfect harmony. A LITTLE CHURCH
WHERE OLD FRIENDS
MEET
Welcome, welcome, welcome to you,
Dear friends, returned tonight;
Joyous, joyous, that’s how we feel,
That’s why our hearts are light.
As we have met in other days,
We greet you with a smile and wish for you the while,
Happiness and blessings crowning all your ways.
And when you seek a place for jolly times,
A spot where hearts are always true,
Come to our little church where old friends meet,
A welcome ever waits for you.
Written in honor of Rev. & Mrs. Herbert Harrison.
March 20, 1945.
THE DAY OF LIFE
At six o’clock -- momentous morn --
A winsome, welcome child is born,
To live and learn, to work and play
A part, in life’s eventful day.
May peace and love thy steps attend
Always, unto the journey’s end.
That twenty years have passed away,
And gather for a moment’s fun
Before life’s duties have begun.
O golden hour! rest lightly now
And weave some laurels for the brow.
An added grace; success attends;
Horizons widen; every power
Responds to duties of the hour,
As wisdom marks a shining way,
While truth and honor over her sway.
Ambition mellows; thoughts attune
To beauty, friendship, worthy pride
When youth achieves; a trust supplied
By years of proof that God is good--
Sometimes a reminiscent mood.
Full eighty years have come and gone.
But did you note that hopeful eye
As sunset splendor floods the sky?
The future beacons; loved ones mind
A path of service left behind.
To live and love, to "laugh and lift."
To shun the wrong, espouse the right;
Perchance to leave a beacon light
To guide another in the way--
Then pass, to greet the larger day.
October 7, 1936
MY 81ST BIRTHDAY REVERIE
Refrains of thanksgiving are wafted along,
My heart keeping tryst with the lilt of the song,
As memories tender reflective and gay,
Are blended to gladden my spirit today.
Keep past scenes and present so slowly entwined.
If my pattern of life is marred in design
The good came from others, the failures are mine.
His mercy has guarded the pathway I tread;
What more can I ask than that infinite love
Will guide us at last to reunion above.
Thanksgiving, 1948