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      he

    Sweet Brier

    Rose

    n d

    ther Poems

    G rrtrrde Woodrock e ibnt

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    A S A THANK OFFERING

    TO

    JEHOVAH GOD

    THROUGH WHOSE TENDER

    PROVIDENCES

    THE

    VERSES HEREIN CONTAINED

    WERE MADE POSSIBLE

    THIS

    VOLUME

    I S

    DEDICATED

    THE SWEET BRIER ROSE

    Beside my co t tage door i t g rows ,

    The loveliest , daintiest f lower that blows,

    A sweet-br ier rose .

    A t dewy m orn o r twi l igh t' s c lose,

    T h e r a r e s t p e r f u me f r o m

    it

    flows,-

    This s t r an ge , wi ld rose.

    B u t w h e n t h e r a i n d r o p s o n i t b e a t ,

    A h , t h e n i t s o d o r s g r o w mo r e s w e e t

    A b o u t my f e e t

    Of t t imes wi th lov ing tende rness

    I t s s o f t g r e e n l e a v e s I g e n t l y p r e s s

    In sweet caress,-

    A

    s t i l l more wondrous f r agrance f lows ,

    T h e mo r e m y f i n g e r s f i r m ly c lo s e,

    A n d c r u s h t h e r o s e 1

    D ear Lo rd , Oh, le t m y l i f e be so,-

    Its per fume when the tempes ts b low,

    T h e s w e e t e r f lo w

    And should i t be Th y blessed will

    With c rush ing gr ie f m y soul to f i ll ,

    Press harde r s t i ll ,

    And whi le i t s dy ing f r agrance f lows ,

    I 'll whisper low,

    He

    loves and knows

    His crushed brier-rose."

    January

    26 19 9

    opyr igh ted

    928

    u

    GERTRUDEWOOD O KEIEE~T

    KEEP SWEET

    S o ul , l e t n o th in g m a k e t h e e f r e t f u l ,

    N o th in g b i t t e r o r r e g r e t fu l .

    Hea r t , keep swee t , keep swee t

    A n d a l l d a y l o n g

    E 'en f rom the moment of thy waking ,

    L e t s o n g

    K e e p w e l li n g f r o m a h e a r t t h a t ' s b r e a k in g ,

    Soul, keep sweet, keep sweet

    February

    10

    1915

    3

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    TH HIDDEN CROSS

    The n~ul t i tuc le aw but th e c ross of o l ive-wood

    Th e Marl of So rrow s bore , nor knew how unde rneath,

    Close-pressed upon H is hea r t , a hidden cros s H e

    wore,-

    A d a rk and b lec tl ing we ig ht o f s in and hum an woe ,

    Matle heavier w ith the sen tence of God's broken law ,

    And c rowned wi th thorns of scornfu l and ma l ic ious

    hate,-

    A c ross the wor l t l ' s Redeemer found on Jordan ' s

    brinlc,

    Nor la id i t c lown unt i l H e came to Ca lva ry .

    O f t t ime s it s e eme d H e a l mo s t c r av e d s o me h u ma n

    aid,

    S o me s y mp a th i z in g h e a r t t o s h a r e t h a t c r u e l c r o s s .

    J e r u s a l e m, J e r u s a l e m, h a d s t t h o u b u t k n o w n

    W h a t t i m e t h a t c r o ss b o r e h e a vi e st o n t h e y e a r n i n g

    Iienrt

    Of Him , th y King -And yet,

    0

    s low of f a i th and

    h a r d

    Of hea r t , "Ye would not,"-and th e Kin g pas sed on

    H i s w a y ;

    And of th e people, the re w as none wi th Him, H e t rod

    Alone the winepress of th is da rk wor ld ' s shame and

    woe

    0

    c h o se n t h r e e , h a d y e b u t w a t c h e d w i th H i m "o ne

    hour,"

    T h a t a w f u l n i g h t i n d a r k G e th se m an e, y e m i g h t

    H a v e l i g h t e n ed s o me th e c r u e l w e i g h t o f t h a t d r e a d

    c ross ,

    H a v e k n o w n a n d s h a r e d w i th Him t h a t a g o n i z i n g

    woe,-

    Alas Alas1 You r eyes were heavy , and ye s lep t .

    So now, "sleep on ant1 ta ke your rest ," ye we ary ones,

    A holy ange l 's wing ha th eased t he h idden c ross ,-

    Your Mas te r , s t r engthened ,

    waits

    t h a t o t h e r c ro s s t o

    bea r

    Which c ross bore heavie r on th e way t o Ca lva ry ,-

    T h e c r o s s t h e c r u e l Ro ma n s o l d i er s l ai d u p o n

    T h a t B l es s ed O n e ? A h n o,

    it

    w a s t h e u n s e e n c r o s s

    T h a t c r u s h e d H im to t h e e a r t h , t h a t w r u n g f r o 1 1 1

    those pa le l ips

    ? 'he agoniz ing cry, "My God, My God, Oh, why

    H a s t T h o u f o r s a k e n me ? "

    I n g r ie f E a r t h r e n t h e r

    breast ,

    T h e s u n g r e w d a rk . T i e fi n is h ed , a n d t h e p r i c e i s

    paid,--

    Th e h idden c ross had p ie rced th a t lov ing , tende r h ea r t

    "Take up th y c ross and fo l low Me", the M as te r said .

    Ah, yes , H is f a i th f u l Br ide mu s t a l so bea r a c ross ,-

    The hidden cross, made not of l ife 's vic issi tudes

    Alone, i t s i l ls ant1 pain, i ts loss and over ty,

    T h e o u tw a r d s i g n s t h e mu l t i t u d e b e k o ld ;

    Ah no , we fo llow in His s teps , who went be fore

    U s i n t h e n a r r o w w a y. W e , to o , mu s t b e a r t h e w o e,

    Be touched with feelinz of the world 's inf irmity, -

    I t s wea ry we ig ht of s in and cu r se of b roken law.

    Let

    us , the re fore , go for t h to Him, "wi thout th e ga te ,"

    La y down our l ives in sacr if ice , spend and be spen t ,

    And, whi le we c la sp th is c ross more c lose ly to our

    breast ,

    P r e s s o n t o w a r d Ca lva ry , f o r t h e r e o u r B r id eg r o o m

    w a i t s

    To take t he c ross of woe, and g ive th e Crown of Joy

    March. 19 2

    INSTANT IN SEASON

    If while

    I

    w a lk t h e b u s y ma r t ,

    I

    f in d t h e r e o n e w h o s e f a in t i n g h e a r t

    By some k ind , sympa the t ic word

    l o n ew l i f e n ~ i g h t e s t i r r e d ,

    Lord , he lp me say i t now

    Or , if upon th e tho rny road

    1

    meet anoth e r 'nea th a load

    O f s o r ro w , wh ic h m y t e a r s m ig h t s h a r e ,

    A n d t h u s t h e b u r d e n b e a r ,

    Lord , he lp me shed them now

    If

    a n y o in tme n t , r a r e a n d s w e e t ,

    I Ion&: to pour upon "His feet ,"

    T o r e s t a n d s o o th e t h e m b y t h e wap

    My hant l le t no th ing s tay ,

    Lort l, he lp m e br ing

    it

    now

    I c c m b e r . I9 5

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    "BE

    O F

    GOOD CHEER"

    Matt 4 :27

    When tempest-tossed on life's wild sea,

    And fair skies clisappear,

    Above the storm He calls to thee,

    T i s I, be of good cheer "

    Though Satan's darts be fiercely hurled,

    Beloved, help 1s near,

    Trust Him who overcame the world,

    And be thou of good cheer.

    In tribulation's dark est hour,

    Yield not to doubt o r fear,

    But calmly rest in His all-power,

    Who saith, "Be of good cheer."

    Press on, beloved, in the race,

    The goal is very near,

    hou soon shalt see His face,-

    thou of good cheer

    IS00

    CONSOL TION

    When thy pathway straitened lies, beloved,

    Call on Me;

    Ever

    fix

    on Me thine eves. beloved.

    7

    Follow Me:

    - - - -

    -

    I

    will never leave thee nor forsake thee,

    Lean on Me1

    When with trials sore beset, beloved,

    Come to Me;

    ~a lv ar v' s our do not forget. beloved.

    .

    Think on Me;

    I

    will never leave thee nor forsake thee,

    Trust in Me

    When the dark night darker grows, beloved,

    Cry to Me;

    When the cold stream colder flows, beloved,

    Cling to Me;

    I will never leave thee, but will take thee

    Home with Me

    I N THE WILDERNESS

    Be still, and murmur not, poor heart,

    When God shall lead thee to a "desert place,"

    And bid thee dwell apart;

    If ravens in the wilderness

    Did feed the servant of th e Lord, will He

    For thee,

    His

    child, do less?

    Nor fear, sad heart, its loneliness,-

    Hath He not said,

    "I

    never will forsake

    Nor leave thee comfortless?"

    Have faith, thy Master may design

    To fit thee thus fo r Kingdom work and bliss,-

    And wilt thou then repine?

    Be patient, l et His will be done;

    Be calm, be strong, that He may finish there

    The work He hath begun.

    A

    lit tle while," He soon will come,

    And say t o thee,

    "It

    is enough, my child,

    My faithful one, come home "

    March 12

    1906

    SWEET D Y

    O F

    REST

    I know some day my Lord will come,