“My Easter Prayer” by Darius M. Ratcliff, 1943

EASTERBLESSING

Easter Blessings Be Thine”, ca. 1912

MY EASTER PRAYER – 1943

Jesus help me know thy love,

Love that brought thee  to our earth.

Leaving realms of brightest glory,

For a lowly manger birth.

Love that chose the hasty Peter,

Cleansed the striken Magdalen.

Patiently endured the traitor,

Made the vilest sinner clean.

Love that led thee to the cross,

Round thee there with fetters strong.

Though a word from thee had scattered,

Those who thought they did thee wrong.

Love that suffered for my sins,

Took their sorrow in my stead.

That I might rejoice in heaven,

Ransomed ever from the dead.

Love that’s mine in this today,

Guiding me while earth I roam.

Shaping me into thy image,

Bringing me to thy own home.

Jesus help me feel thy love,

At this joyous Easter season.

When I view again thy passion,

And thy sacrifice envision.

When I try to comprehend,

Its significance to thee.

Wonder what thou didst endure,

That I might from death be free.

When I seek to understand,

Its significance to us.

How for all who will believe,

This is made our righteousness.

When I would appreciate,

Thy unfathomed love divine.

That I might express my thanks,

That this love is truly mine.

Jesus may I have thy love,

Poured into this sluggish heart.

Filling me with love for others,

Making me of love a part.

That I may this love imbibe,

May I yield my will to thee.

Holding not a purpose back,

Living only thine to be.

That I may with love be filled,

May I linger long in prayer.

That thou mayest possess me wholly,

And have me thy image wear.

Jesus, may I show thy love,

First to thee my loving Lord.

Thou has always so loved me,

I deserved to be abhorred.

Then to those within thy church,

Those whom thou has rendered clean.

These are they beloved of thee,

In their lives thou now art seen.

Next to my own kind and kin,

These my first and dearest charge.

May they have of love my best,

May my heart to them enlarge.

And to others far and wide,

Neighbors, fellow workers, friends.

Enemies who injured me,

Those far off where my light ends.

 

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Image Title:  Easter blessings be thine. Published Date: ca. 1912.Source: Holiday postcards / Easter — Religious. Source Description: 96 postcards : col. ; 9 x 14 cm. Location: Mid-Manhattan Library / Picture Collection. Catalog Call Number: PC POC Easter – ReligiousDigital. ID: 1587604. Record ID: 1065612.  Digital Item Published: 9-10-2007; updated 5-15-2012

“My Easter Message” by Darius M. Ratcliff

HAPPYEASTER

“Buona Pasqua”

(Italian – Happy Easter)

MY EASTER MESSAGE

Do you seek eternal laughter,

And no tears to follow after;

You can find by Christ receiving,

Once for all on Him believing.

If the Christ you are refusing,

If His word you’re not perusing:

Am I right, or merely guessing,

You’ll be missing heaven’s blessing.

Why then wait till comes disaster?

Years are passing fast and faster:

Now’s the day for you to hearken,

Lest the night forever darken.

If the world your heart is filling,

And to change you’re all unwilling:

Do you know what you’ll be reaping?

Must your journey end in weeping?

Perhaps you dread a life of giving,

Ever for some others living:

Surely it is worth the trying;

On the Lord’s own word relying.

There is joy in Christian giving,

And for others always living:

You’ll be glad when you surrender,

And to Christ your service render.

Others are the world reminding,

What they want in Christ they’re finding:

In this life of thrill and action,

They are finding satisfaction.

When the shades of night are fallen,

And our lives are past recalling,

Are you sure that you’ll be voicing

Songs of heaven’s glad rejoicing?

You today may this be knowing

And like Jesus, too be growing

If you come to Jesus merely,

And accept Him now sincerely.

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“Miss Vermilye” by Darius M. Ratcliff, January 29, 1943

Interior, First Baptist Church, Naples, New York, 1912, Rev. S.T. Harding in Pulpit.

Photo above: A special thank you to Donald Gelder of Naples, New York for sharing this photo of the interior of  First Baptist Church, Naples, New York.

Excerpt from the Article: “The Observer Observes”

The Baptist folk here are a good people. Their numbers are small but they are a brave little band. Without a pastor for nearly a year, they hung together, keeping their pulpit supplied nearly every Sunday, gave a concert at Memorial Hall, had church teas etc. They kept their lamps always trimmed and burning. I thought of all these things when at Union service last week Sunday night. They have a pretty little church, neatly furnished, lighted and decorated. The pulpit furniture given by Miss Katherine M. Vermilye and her sister, in sacred memory, will be a lasting monument.

Source: Newspaper: Naples, New York,  THE NAPLES NEWS, Wednesday Afternoon, May 20, 1914, Volumes XVI,  No. 23

MISS VERMILYE

Your years now number eighty eight,

With us you’ve tarried very late.

The added years have been our treasure,

To us they’ve brought both help and pleasure.

We hope they’re not o’er burdened you,

That you have found them pleasant too.

I shall not wish you many more,

But only those God has in store.

We ask you not to haste away,

We’d like to have you longer stay.

But when you’re tired and want to go,

May God see fit to grant is so.

But while your stay is with us still,

May God your stay with blessings fill.

And may you add a few more treasures,

To thus increase your future pleasures.

And may the Christ walk by your side,

Till you with Him above abide.

IN MEMORY OR THEIR MOTHER

Sunday, September 8th was the fourth anniversary of Rev. S. T. Harding‘s pastoral work in the Baptist church of Naples and the services were suitable to the occasion. The subject of the morning being looking backward and the evening a forward look, mention was made of all the improvements realized and those that are still hoped for. It was also the occasion of using the first time of the new pulpit furnishing presented to the church by Mrs. S. C. Semans and Miss Katherine Vermilye in memory of their mother, Mrs. Belinda Vermilye, who was for many years a beloved member of the church. The gift consists of a pulpit desk and five handsome chairs which are in harmony with the new decorations of the church and a great addition.

Source: Newspaper, Naples, New York, THE NAPLES NEWS, Wednesday Afternoon, September 11, 1912, Volume XIV, Number 40

MRS. BELINDA VERMILYE

Monday night, May 8th at the home on Elizabeth St., and after a day of considerable activity on her part, Mrs. Vermilye entered into her rest.

Though having been for several months seriously ill, with the end not unexpected at any time, yet she had recovered somewhat and was again getting about, so that her death came suddenly and while she was in possession of considerable physical and much mental strength. She had reached the age of 86 years, 8 months and 22 days and had until her sickness remarkable vigor. These years were all crowned with usefulness and honor.

Mrs. Vermilye was born in Prattsburg August 16, 1818, the daughter of John and Hannah Phelps. A brother, Rev. James Phelps, now dead often visited her here. The sister, Mrs. Emily Van Vleet Ward, once a resident of Naples lives at Coopers Plains. Her marriage to John Vermilye was in 1844 and in 1867 the family moved to Naples.

Mr. Vermilye was not strong and died 36 years ago. In December 1898 James the only son died. The additional burdens of life thus imposed on the widow were assumed with fortitude and ability, marked elements in her character. They were shared also by her two daughters Mrs. Stephen C. Semans and Miss Katharine, who survive her, also a beloved daughter-in-law, Mrs. James Vermilye and her four sons, Louis, John, George and James all of Naples.

Mrs. Vermilye was a woman of very decided character and marked personality. She possessed strong insight, decided views, together with a bright and cheerful temperament. She was fond of the society of the young, sympathized  with them in their plans and made herself so congenial to them that they sought her presence and delighted in her company. Her church was very dear to her and had been from her youth, the object of her solicitude and care, and when in health her place was never vacant. She was indeed a loved and honored mother in Israel. Her interest in the Sabbath services during her recent illness never faltered, always desiring to know the subject of discourse, and the text was always found for her. She was often found by the bedside of the sick or dying as a most loving and sympathizing friend.

During the years of her widowhood she had been most lovingly cared for by her children and grandchildren and the mutual devotion was very apparent. Her exemplary life as a Christian, as a mother, neighbor and friend could not be surpassed. Let us not mourn as those without hope, that the active hands are folded now, or that the loving eyes are closed and the fond heart stilled,but let us rather look beyond, where eternal youth is hers, where her eyes are opened to scenes of ineffable glory, faith to sight and prayer to praise.

The funeral will be held at the Baptist church tomorrow afternoon at 2 o’clock, her pastor Rev. H. L. Howard to officiate. Interment will be in Rose Ridge beside her husband and son.

Source: Newspaper, Naples, New York, THE NAPLES NEWS, Wednesday, May 10, 1905, Volume VII, Number 22

KATHERINE M. VERMILYE

Miss Katherine M. Vermilye, 91, of Naples, died on Monday, March 12, 1945, at the Clark Manor House, in Canandaigua, where she made her home since December 4, 1928.

Miss Vermilye was a teacher in Naples schools for thirty-eight years, and her many former pupils still praise her as an instructor of exceptional ability. Her good influence will continue to be an active force as long as any of her pupils survive.

Miss Vermilye was born in Prattsburgh, on January 29, 1854, a daughter of John and Maria Belinda Phelps Vermilye. She did not attend school until she was thirteen years old, at which age she came to Naples with her parents, having received instruction at home up to that time. She first attended school in the old schoolhouse on the “Commons” in North Main Street, Naples. In 1873, she was graduated from the old Naples Academy. After teaching in district schools in this vicinity for a few terms, at $3.00 a week, she was engaged to teach seventh and eighth grades in the Naples Union Free School, in 1880, under the principalship of Percy I. Bugbee. From that time until her retirement in June, 1914, her principal work was with the eighth grade.

Miss Vermilye was a member of the Naples Baptist Church and of its auxiliaries, and was active in church work until she went to reside in Canandaigua.

She is survived by three nephews, John S. Vermilye, of Naples, George Vermilye of Pennsylvania, and James H. Vermilye of Naples; three grand-nephews, Charles Vermilye of Penn Yan, Edward Vermilye of Baltimore, Md., and Rodney W. Vermilye, of Petersburg, Va.; two grand-nieces, Mrs. Earl H. Norton, of Greenwich, N.Y., and Miss Pauline Vermilye, of Rochester.

Services will be held from the Kennedy undertaking rooms in Canandaigua at 2:00 p.m. on Wednesday, conducted by Charles Wallis, pastor of the Canandaigua Baptist Church. Interment will be made in the Rose Ridge cemetery, in Naples, at a later date.

Source: Newspaper, Naples, New York, THE NAPLES RECORD, Wednesday, March 14, 1945,Volume 77, Number 11

 

 

“A Welcome to Rev. and Mrs. Frank Sperduto” by Darius M. Ratcliff

Presbyterian Church
Naples, Ontario County, New York


A WELCOME TO REV. AND MRS. FRANK SPERDUTO

You’ve made, by now, your own preview;

My welcome can be hardly new:

I’ll add tonight of words a few:

This for my church I gladly do:

A welcome warm to both of you.

A lovely lake our border makes,

Its charming shore affection takes:

The sportive trout its water breaks,

To joyous beauties the heart awakes:

A welcome to our land of lakes.

We once were noted for our mills;

We boast some shaded woodland rills;

For those who practice climbing skills,

Our peaks afford real mountain thrills:

A welcome to our land of hill.

If you grow tired of stuffy dens,

And of wise words from prophets’ pens,

And wish a rest from sung “amens,”

We have a world shut out from men’s:

A welcome to our land of glens.

Our orchard trees will you salute,

They with the vines some farms dispute;

Their blossoms preach with voices mute,

Their autumn offerings your taste will suit:

A welcome to our land of fruit.

It matters not what church you’re of,

Our game is not to push and shove;

Our bird is just the friendly dove,

Our model is the God above:

A welcome to our land of love.

Now, I’m a Baptist, through and through,

And I am loyal to that view;

But God loves Presbyterians, too,

And they to Him can be as true:

The Baptist Church here welcomes you.

And as our work together blends,

And prayer to God from each ascends,

And each to work of Christ attends,

And grace from Him to both descends:

May we become the best of friends.

Naples Baptist and Presbyterian Churches
Naples, Ontario County, New York

Reference:
http://www.fultonhistory.com
Newspaper: “The Naples News”, Naples, New York; Wednesday, March 3, 1943, Volume XXXXV, Number 9; “Rev. Sperduto To Be Installed”.

On Thursday, March 4, at 7:30 according to Presbyterian custom,the Rev. Frank Sperduto, will be installed as Pastor of the First Presbyterian Church of Naples.”

 “The participating clergymen at the service will be: Rev. D. M.Ratcliff, Baptist Church, Naples ; Rev..J. Wesley Babock, Methodist Church, Naples; Rev. Luther Bostrom, Seneca  Presbyterian Church, No. 9 and Moderator of the Presbytery of Geneva; Rev.William Halbert Campbell, First Presbyterian church, Waterloo; and Stated Clerk of the Presbytery; Rev. Angus J. MacMillan, Oak Corners Presbyterian Church, Waterloo; and Frederick L. Harper, First Presbyterian Church, Geneva.”

Churches of Naples, Ontario County,  New York (Presbyterian, Baptist, and Methodist)
Artist: Donald Gelder of Naples, New York

Images above:
 Source – Personal postcard collection of B.J. Johanningmeier

Rev. Frank Sperduto

RACINE – Rev. Frank Sperduto, 86, passed away at Lincoln Lutheran Care Center on Saturday, February 10, 2001. He was born in Sommerville, Mass. on November 18, 1914, son of the late James and Annina (nee: DiTucci) Sperduto. On August 24, 1941, he was united in marriage to Ruth M. Roth. Rev. Sperduto was ordained on July 11, 1939, in Chicago, Ill. He subsequently served churches in Naples, N.Y., Syracuse, N.Y., Ithaca, N.Y., Wichita, Kan., and then in 1962, he was called to Milwaukee to Pastor at Trinity Presbyterian Church where he served for 18 years, retiring in 1980. He then came to Racine, where he assisted at the First Presbyterian Church for four years and had remained a member until present. Rev. Sperduto was a member and past President of the Kiwanis Golden K’s. He enjoyed camping, fishing, and traveling with his family. His survivors include his wife, Ruth; his son, Ted (Mary) Sperduto of Wausau; his daughter, Susanne (Keith) Doe of Racine; his five grandchildren, Aaron (Jody) Sperduto of Green Bay, Tim Sperduto of Eau Claire, Jennifer (Tim) Figlmiller of Elk Mound, Robyn (Jason) Gardner of Flagstaff, Ariz., Heidi Doe of Franksville; his great-grandson, Ian Matthew Figlmiller; brother, Rev. Ted (Muriel) Sperduto of Annandale, Va.; sister, Civita (Ray) Trotto of South Weymouth, Mass.; brother-in-law, Albert Roth of Atlanta, Ga.; and nieces, nephews, other relatives, and many dear friends. In addition to his parents, he was also preceded in death by his three sisters, Mary Camelio, Rose Camelio, and Nancy CiCicco; and an infant brother, Raymond. Funeral services will be held at the First Presbyterian Church, 716 College Avenue, on Friday, February 16, 2001, at 11 a.m. with Rev. Randall K. Bush and Rev. Steve Fringer officiating. Interment will follow at Wisconsin Memorial Park in Milwaukee. Relatives and friends may meet with the family at the church on Friday from 9:30 a.m. until time of service. Memorials to the First Presbyterian Church have been suggested.

Source:

Newspaper: “The Journal Times”, 212 4th St, Racine, WI, 53403; Date: February 14, 2001

http://journaltimes.com/wednesday-feb/article_b302dc0f-bd69-5ee7-b6f5-6f35ed439282.html

RACINE – Ruth M. (nee: Roth) Sperduto, 89, passed away at the Kenosha Care Center Saturday, May 8, 2004.

Ruth was born in Ridgeway, Pa. on January 14, 1915, daughter of the late Albert and Susanne (nee: Kubli) Roth. On August 24, 1941, Ruth was united in marriage to the Rev. Frank Sperduto, who preceded her in death February 10, 2001.

Ruth was a very active member of the First Presbyterian Church. She had previously taught and cared for pre-school children at Trinity Presbyterian Church, where her husband, Frank had served as Associate Pastor for 18 years. Ruth enjoyed her times spent with her family. She will be sadly missed.

Survivors include her son, Ted (Mary) Sperduto of Wausau; her daughter,Susanne (Keith) Doe of Racine; her five grandchildren, Aaron (Jody) Sperduto of Green Bay, Tim Sperduto of Minnesota, Jennifer (Tim) Figlmiller of Eau Claire, Robyn (Jason) Gardner of Parker, Colo., Heidi (Ernesto) Lopez of Racine; five great-grandchildren; sisters-in-law and brothers-in-law; nieces, nephews, other relatives, and friends. Ruth was also preceded in death by four brothers.

Funeral services will be held at the First Presbyterian Church, 716 College Avenue, Saturday, May 15, 2004, 11 a.m. with Rev. Randall K. Bush officiating.

Relatives and friends may meet with the family at the church Saturday from 9:30 a.m. until time of services. Interment will be held at Wisconsin Memorial Park. Memorials to the First Presbyterian Church or to Trinity Presbyterian Church in Milwaukee have been suggested.

Source:

Newspaper: “The Journal Times”, 212 4th St, Racine, WI, 53403; Date: May 11, 2004

http://journaltimes.com/news/local/obituaries/article_950b06a7-6967-540c-b073-7a86c5f369d4.html

“Marjory Dear”, “To Rosemary”, and “Shirley” by Darius M. Ratcliff

Girl on Her Way to Church by George Hitchcock (1850 – 1913)


MARJORY DEAR

Here’s a word for Marjory dear:

Summer days will soon be here;

School ‘ll be left to memories dread

Joyous times’ll then appear.

When you’re through with Sunday’s preaching

And your teacher  has done with teaching,

Let the care come out a screetching,

Make it hum till here you’re reaching.

First we’ll start right in to talk,

Then we’ll take a pleasant walk,

Keep it up till ladies balk,

Act as mad as any hawk.

You must plan to stay till night:

That’s the time that skeeters bite,

Cat’s come out and start to fight,

Give the girls an awful fright.

Cats will come a catawauling,

Start the babies all a squalling:

Bugs and worms will come a crawling;

Girls and boys will then be bawling.

Then the night air you’ll be feeling,

Hear the pigies all a squeling:

You’ll be someraults a keeling

Till little head and heels are reeling.

Won’t we have alot of fun.

Get all blackened in the sun,

Scare the cows and make them run.

All get sick, every one.

Won’t we have a lot of funning,

For the day with us is doneing?

Eyes pop out and start to running,

Heads jump off and start to spunning.

Girls like you to Christ are dear,

He would have you ever near.

You should Sunday school attend,

And from church too, never wend.

You should give to Christ your heart,

Of His church become a part.

You should ask Him to take you,

Keep you His your journey through.

You should come to Him in prayer

Let Him meet you often there.

You His word should daily read,

And to what it says give heed.

You should do for Him some work

Never let yourself this shirk.

You should love Him more and more

Till your earthly life is o’ver.

TO ROSEMARY

I’ve not forgotten Rosemary,

Nor lost her pleasant smile

She was a little fairy,

And did my heart beguile.

I send my love to Rosemary,

The little southern maid:

Sweet words take wings and carry,

Nor let your message fade.

Tell her the love of Jesus

Can human hearts adorn;

From ugliness it frees us,

When in our bosoms worn.

Tell her the love of Jesus

Is free from all alloy:

That it from sorrow frees us;

Is freighted rich with joy.

SHIRLEY

(Written for a family who had just lost their baby.)

And have you come and gone so soon?

And have you left us desolate?

We dreamed your life you’d share with us,

But such was not to be your fate.

We will not say that all was vain,

That we have hoped and loved for nought:

Perhaps we do not understand,

Perhaps God’s hand through you has wrought.

Some live for years and some for days,

But all at last will pass away.

Who knows what mansions are above?

And whom God needs in heaven’s day?

Our little one we bid adieu:

Our hearts with heaven now have a tie:

We’ll think of you close to our God,

We’ll plan to meet you by and by.

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“Morning on the Farm” by Darius M. Ratcliff

Barn, Homestead of Charles Benton and Louise Mitteer Ratcliff, abt. 1910
Hurleyville, Sullivan County, New York

MORNING ON THE FARM

Its morning on the farm,

The day begins to break;

The creatures of the farm world

Are everywhere awake.

The roosters from their perches,

Now near, now far away;

Their challenges repeat

To greet the coming day.

A thousand little birds

Are singing in the trees:

Our friendly robin redbreast

Is loudest of all these.

A plaintive phoebe’s call

Is heard among the songs

Of many feathered songsters,

As she her note prolongs.

A mournful cuckoo adds

A doleful sweet  “oo-OO”

And sparrows chatter loudly

As days comes on anew.

A cow in distant pasture

Is lowing now and then;

And slowly from their dwellings

Come forth the world of men.

The milk pails in the milk house

Give out a cheery sound,

And noises from the big barns

Betray someone’s around.

And early in the morning

I come my Lord to thee.

I ask, O Lord, that thou

Will dwell today in me.

Photo Above: Source – Personal photo collection of B.J. Johanningmeier

“The Song of Naples” by Darius M. Ratcliff


West Hill, Naples, Ontario County, New York

THE SONG OF NAPLES

I dream, I dream of Naples

When I am far away:

Its lovely lake is sparkling

With pastel tints so gay.

In dreams again I wander

Through quiet glens alone;

Where waterfalls are babbling

Down towering cliffs of stone.

I hear the hush of evening

In the dreamy month of June;

And light winds in the tree tops

Are singing love’s sweet tune.

I dream of nights in August: –

The clouds joyful sing,

And all night long the night air

With melodies does ring.

I see the roadside beauties,

In autumn’s hazes mellow;

And golden rods are waving

Their plumes of golden yellow.

West Hill goes up to meet it

With many a lovely hue.

I dream of hilltops airy

With valleys spread below;

I dream of vineyards many,

And quiet fields of snow.

I dream sweet dreams of Naples

When I am far away:

Its loveliness has blessed me

And for its good I pray.

Photo Above: Source – Personal postcard collection of B.J. Johanningmeier

 

 

 

 

“Trip to Grandmother’s I – Fall, 1942” by Darius M. Ratcliff

The Cut on Highway 64 and 21
Naples, Ontario County, New York

TRIP TO GRANDMOTHER’S  I

Fall 1942

The morn’s beclouded, the sun’s enshrouded;

Lone crows are waking, and still flights taking.

We meet, and drive away together,

All in October’s bright blue weather.

The colored brake skirts tinted lake,

While quiet rills pierce flaming hills.

We see, and ride along together,

All in October’s bright blue weather.

In upland beds gleam sumac reds:

Where grape leaves fade, glow grape blue shade:

We look, and ride along together,

All in October’s bright blue weather.

Near buckwheat fields with fruitful yields,

Are herds now grazing no heads upraising.

We gaze, and ride along together,

All in October’s bright blue weather.

Long maple rows where the high way goes,

Are maples sheen, in distance seen.

We see, and ride along together,

All in October’s bright blue weather.

Dry corn husks sear, betray no ear,

Where pumpkins round bestrew the ground.

We look, and ride along together,

All in October’s bright blue weather.

Gay brilliant splashes, form color clashes

Where woodlands high just meet the sky.

We gaze and ride along together,

All in October’s bright blue weather.

The silent face of a deserted place,

An inviting home for a haunting gnome.

We see, and ride along together,

All in October’s bright blue weather.

A wind’s quick rush, through tangled brush,

Bring starling flocks, from ripe corn shocks.

We look, and ride along together,

All in October’s bright blue weather.

No hues ablaze in purple haze,

Like flaming seas in evening’s breeze.

We gaze, and ride along together

All in October’s bright blue weather.

These pleasing miles, with autumn smiles,

Have led at last, to a day that’s past.

We pause, and ride along together,

All in October’s bright blue weather.

A bonfire bright in the falling night,

Shows a loving pair, who romance share.

We smile, and ride along together,

All in October’s bright blue weather.

A sweet goodnight in the star’s pale light,

And the day is done, that with joy was run.

In dreams, we’ll ride along together,

All in October’s bright blue weather.

What beauties rare, will please us there,

What joys complete, will glad hearts greet,

When saints come riding home together,

All in the home land’s bright blue weather.

“My Heart is Turning” by Darius M. Ratcliff

The Kingdom of Heaven by Violet Oakley (1903)

MY HEART IS TURNING

 

My heart is turning back to May;

The world was then so young and gay:

The birds seemed laughing in the trees,

And flowers scented every breeze.

The peach tree blossoms all are gone,

And it is now September morn;

The days grow short, the nights are cold,

And nature seems so dead and old.

But autumn has its treasures too,

For autumn brings the harvest new,

The luscious fruit, the ripened grains:

In autumn man his food attains.

If earth were always May,

If blossoms never passed away;

We would not have the apples red,

Nor would we have our daily bread.

I will not mourn the time that’s past,

Nor wish that May could ever last;

For May itself was not complete,

Could not my needs entirely meet.

This is the day the Lord has made:

It matters not if flowers fade;

God gives rich blessings in their stead,

New joys are here, though some have fled.

Nor will I dread tomorrow’s dawn,

Nor think that good will then be gone;

For God will me tomorrow love,

And I’ll have blessings from above.

Eternal is God’s love for me,

And I shall never winter see;

My path is like the morning ray,

That brightens on till perfect day.

And I can smile at childhood’s days,

They had the charm of earthly Mays.

But I have treasures richer still

In place of childhood’s morning thrill.

My heart is set beyond the grave,

Beyond the Jordan’s mystic wave:

My life then be all complete,

For there the Prince of Life I’ll meet.

In place of blessings that have flown,

In place of fragments I have known;

I’ll then possess the perfect whole

That lasts while times eternal roll.

Should you who’ve had a later birth

Outlast my days upon this earth;

And should you think you’re called to mourn,

When I in silence hence am borne:

Think then of blessings I have gained,

And of the joys I have attained;

And think how long my race I’ve run;

That I have now the victory won.

This earthly life I must resign,

Or heaven never will be mine:

God’s best for man is never given,

Till death this earthly frame has riven.

You do not mourn the blossoms cast,

When you enjoy the fruit at last;

So why lament what’s left behind,

When you the consummation find?
Image above retrieved from:
http://digitalgallery.nypl.org/nypldigital/id?833496

Image Title:  “The kingdom of heaven.”
Creator: Oakley, Violet, 1874- — Artist

Published Date: 1903

Original Source: From Century magazine.(New York : The Century Co., 1870-)

Source: Mid-Manhattan Picture Collection / Heaven and hell

“The Riddle” by Darius M. Ratcliff

The Light of the World  by William Holman Hunt (1827 – 1910)
John 8:12

THE RIDDLE

Birds of a feather flock together,

Thus has is always been:

Crows flock with crows, and wrens flock with wrens:-

Like, is the nearest of kin.

Christ is the head of a new-born race;

Children of light are they:

Earth knows them not, and the world loves not; –

Darkness cares not for the day.

Christ is the light, and Christ the way,

Christ the salvation of men:

Once let the dreamers turn to the light,

True is their fellowship then.

Pray for the eyes fast blinded by night;

Hope for the straying feet:

Patiently teach them by word and by deed;

Patiently mercy entreat.

Swift speeds the time, another today,

Birds now with us are flown:

Thanks to our God will fill our hearts is

Seeds for a harvest we’ve sown.

Image above retrieved from:
http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File%3AHunt_Light_of_the_World.jpg
William Holman Hunt [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons