How To Become A Successful Electrician; The Studies To Be Followed, Methods Of Work, Fields Of Operation And Ethnics Of The Profession

CONTENTS, Dedication, . 5 Of Such Is The Kingdom, 9 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. Niagara, h National Flower, A Treasure, . Summer Friends, An Uplift, . A Womans Name, The Poets Gift, The Light Within, Life, . One Soul. . My Valentine, History and Heart Histories, . The Ghost of Perianders Wife, POEDIS IN SORROW. As Round The Evening Lamp We Sit, . . 55 Foe Or Friend, 57 One Room, . 59 It Lieth Low, 61 How Shall It Be . 63 TwoDays, . 66 The Open Way, . . 68 A Star In The Night, 69 They Seek Us Still, . . 72 7 SHORT POEMS AKD SONNETS. March, . September Days, . In Summer Time, Rondeau, Far and Near, . Psyche, P In The Days Gone By, . The Poet And The World, Life, Feet Of Clay, A Stranger, A Woman of 1894, . Mrs. Clevelands Picture. The Madison Square Tower, Yesterday, To-Day, To-Iforrow, What I Have Had, . Poetry, . Hymettus, . OF SUCH IS THE KINGDOM. Heaven lies about zis in 02 1 infancy. OF SUCH IS THE KINGDOM. 0, all tlie little children, Tliat this green ea. rth have trod, A blessir go n their presence Tliey a, re so near to God We are so far froill Heaven, They are so near to God. The guileless little children, So innocent and wise, Another worlcl than ours, Around about them lies. THe happy little children, That frolic oer tlie sod, Tliey are so near to Heaven, We are so far fro111 God. 0, trust of little children 0 faith to them made known THis earth vithout heir presence, Would be but clrear ancl lone. 11 The happy little children They come like florrTers in May, The winsome little children, Who gambol all the day. Then when the light is fading, Their weary heads they nod They are so near to Heaven, We are so far from God. But oh for sorrows children, IYho throng the crowded street Fromattic and from cellar, They come with nali. ed feet. Oh, haggard men and women, And ye who ceaseless plod, Take heed for these your children, They came to you from God. They may be far from Heaven, They came to you from God. The fragile little children, By holy angels sent, They come with benedicl iou, For briefest season lent. They cannot linger vithu s, TVe cannot hold them long, They see the courts of Heaven, And bear celestial song The light of Gods own glory, Is in their sllining eyes...