Dear Every body
#1 Twice
has the Crescent moon hung low
In the sky, even like my white canoe
Twice hath she bent her silver bow
Since you have seen me shining through.
#2 But
every time you meet I'm there
And tell in silence or in speech
Through other controls; then Every-where
I go again, Water Lily to reach.
#3 First
- she and Sapphire stopped to see
The Richmond Aunt in Cleveland Town
Smoky and warm as it could be
And all the park grass turning brown.
#4 But
when the moon came out at night
The air was cool and they went to ride.
In the Horse Buffalo canoe - that's light -
Easy and open on every side.
#5 So
they could see the fountains play
And the moonbeams all among the trees
Much nicer than to go by day,
And then there was a cooler breeze
#6 From
there they went to Yorkshire NH
Where the Warners live- Stella's papa dear
And mama. I couldn't if I would try
Write all they saw and did, it would take a year. *
#7 We
have had four meetings there to preach
And our reception all for we
To tell them how Stella learned to teach
In my world - glad as she could be.*
#8 To
have
'our meetin' called again
As it used to be every year
Before the Death Angel to her came
And took her to our heavenly sphere.
#9 Now
we shall have the meetings each year
And Stella has grown so tall and fair
And she has on earth a sister dear
Pauline* a spirit bright and rare.
#10 I
wish you could see the lovely place
With honey Locusts growing tall -
And lawns and gardens; you can trace
The vines and flowers bordering all.
#11 There
driving
along the village street
The shade trees look so very fine
the branches over your head oft meet
And no hot rays can through them shine.
#12 One
day the Warner squaw and chief
Took Water Lily and Sapphire far away
With horse canoes, far o'er the hills
It took them almost half a day
#13 Over
hills and vallies beautiful
Where many streams in verdure flow
Among the grain fields; bountyful
Gifts that kind nature doth bestow
#14 Warner's
"Ancestral home" was there.
"Shadownook" they have named the place.
A stream winds thro' the valley fair
And the hills against the sky you trace.
#15 Back
of the Orchard a ravine
And a cool opening whose water clear
Are like the crystals you have seen.
Refreshing waters; blest and dear.
#16 Then
farther up the pasture slope
They entered a ravine so still.
Where fallen forest giants cope
With death and life. A mighty rill.
#17 Now
dry-rushes when
feshets come
With melting of the winter snows;
In summer 'tis the wild birds home
And every fern and moss here grows!
#18 Undisturbed
the fallen trees
For ages have a tangle made
And through the hemlocks the summer breeze
Breathes a song far down the glade.
#19 "I
came there and talked a long long talk
Then made a poem! I wished that you
Could have been with them in that walk
And have heard Our wish 'shining
through.' "
#20 Close
to Nature's heart were they
And near to us and to our home.
Down the hemlock path they went away
Before the Thunder storm could come.
#21 The
lightening arrows flashing bright,
The swift clouds hurrying overhead;
But "Shadownook" was soon in sight
And they were sheltered- then we said
#22 The
prayers for Warner's Uncle
and
Aunt each day-
Say prayers and read from the Bible too
And all the company do their way -
I've prayed but then they never knew.
#23 It
was the Guides but thought t'was five,
And just as good as it could be !
When they "open their eyes" how they will shine
To think the Guides were praying -and me !
#24 From
Yorkshire they went among the hills
To Water Lilys' native home!
A down the valley among the
rills.
Every year you know they come!
#25 Water
Lilly's sister ever bends
Above the home from out our lands!
And happiness ever-attends
The messages written thro' her daughter's hand.
#26 All
the nieces and nephews gave welcome
And the Brother -husband of the one here.
And in the glen by the body's grave,
We shall hold a meeting every year.
#27 The
relations and friends all came
To that sweet spot for the Gods day
preach
And their spirits shone with a sacred flame
as near to heaven as mortals reach.
#28 A
rare communion! An altar fair
will be built and meetings held each year
In memory of the sister who lived there,
And who dwells with us in our kingdom here. *
#29 To
carry Pa. they then flittered on,
Like birds of passage on the wing!
To comfort a chief [Mr. Livermore.] who is
left
alone
(In body) but must not be sorrowing
#30 For
the lovely lady [Mrs. Livermore.] who came to
dwell
In her own bright heaven with us above,
So we even weave around him a spell
And he knows her presence and her love.
#31 We
had a large meeting in the Armory **
Nearly a thousand people there!
And the Guide's preach was good as good could be
For "Peace on Earth" and Freedom fair.
#32 "The
Lesson of the Hour" was the theme
And they talked of the wars far o'er the seas
Of Liberty - and the nation's dream.
Now clouded by selfish Plutocracy!
#33 From
there to Cassadaga's shore.
So many of you were there last year
It seemed lonely by that cottage door
Because absent were your faces dear!
#34 The
lake still smiles up to the sky!
The water lilies bloom white and fair!
And the trees wave their vernal branches high
Above the people assembled there.
#35 Never
were there more people intent
On seeking light from the realm above
And pleasure too with worship bent
make the place like our brightest home above. **
**[The largest audience of the season when the guides
spoke]
#36 So
many children and young babes too
All the wigwams full and
everywhere
So much for Water Lily to do
So many of her loved ones there.
#37 The
Sun-arrows shone with furious flaring
Poisoning the air of the cities near,
But at Cassadaga the breeze was the save
And the cooling shade to shelter and cheer.
#38 Then
on to Onset they swiftly flew
Twenty four tickers and they were there
Where the Ocean tides-sweep up to view,
Among the bayous bright
and fair!
#39 But
it was warm all of the way
And when the tide-winds ebbed awhile
It was warm, and warmer on Saturday
"Noman's Closing Day" some said with smile!
#40 I've
spoken the Closing speach that day
For the "Women's Congress." The subject
was "She"
And the discourse was to show the way
That her side
of
life must always be
Just as important as the side of "He"
#41 On
"God's Day," the
Guide's spoke to a throng
Of many many hundred who came
To hear the truth and who climb along
Over the stones to the Alter Flame.
#42 The
bay shone bright, the cool clear air
Clapped all the leafy hands of the trees.
There was peace and gladness everywhere.
The white sails fluttered in the breeze,
#43 And
white robed messengers of love
Gave messages when the preach was done.
And very near did the Angels move
As the music played. Where the setting
sun
#44 Was
folded in rosy robes of light
And the land and bay were tinted with gold
It seemed like a fairy land; and when night
Came on, and the clouds rested fold on fold
#45
O'er the purple bay - lo! Luna came forth
Full orbed and splended! A queen of light!
And touched with her silvery rays the earth,
Then reigned in silence through all the night!
#46
On Monday they took a fire canoe
(with many others: a'
Excursion
you know)
And went-and went the whole bay thro'
To Nantucket Island -50 miles below.
#47 "Four
hours each way"-I heard them tell
And they saw old Nantucket now fast asleep,
For those who used to know it so well
From the spirit realm their vigils keep.
#48
The whaling ships used to come and go
And the captains and whaling traders lived
there;
But, now coal oil and 'tricity flow
And the whales are all dead for many a year.
#49
But the Captain's and merchants got rich you know
And moved away from Nantucket isle,
And the piers are all moulding; the tides ebb
and flow,
And only sight-seers come, to beguile
#50 An
hour or two in the old, old town
With its old, old wind-mill on the hill,
And many houses empty or falling down,
And many -tho' old- standing stately and
still.
#51 Yesterday
(Wednesday) Waterlily and Sapphire came
From beautiful Onset, through Boston town
And up and up, 'till all else groweth tame
Compared with the mountains with Emerald
Crown.
#52 The
vallies and slopes dressed in
emerald green,
The rivers and streams flowing swiftly along!
And thru' every gorge or deep ravine,
The cascades waken the wild birds song!
#53 When
'neath the veil of clouds the sun
was turning toward the western gate,
Where the purple mountain ranges run
And where the angels seem to wait,
#54 Lo!
a bright lake burst on their view
With waters so pure and crystal clear
That thirty or forty feet, seen thro'
The pebbles seem so very near!
#55 Bosom'd
amid the mountains grand
With jeweled islands and coolest glens,
With granite boulders and stretches of sand,
With many glades and bugs and ferns.
#56 Sunapee
Lake is the fairest place
They have ever journeyed to on earth
And sometime you also may trace
It's lines of beauty. Here had birth
#57 The
grand Algonquin race whose loss
These forests mourn whose birch canoes
Swiftly were won't to glide across.
The clear Sunapee waters flows
#58 Are
here, of all their haunts the home
Once of the deer and antelope
And firey tribes for which they'd come
when the spring tides the streams would ope.
#59 Now
screaming "fire canoes" are here,
The snorting "fire Buffalo," whose trail
Brings many pale faces each year
To seek for strength. 'twill never fail,
#60 For
the pure air and boundless groves,
The healthful odors of the pine,
The waters pure -these nature proves
Are medicines blest and divine.
#61 Close
by the pier, We-no-nah waits
To win you for a sail today.
The rain clouds have locked their pearly gates
And our
wake has chased them all away!
#62 We'll
sail ten miles upon the lake
And three across- if you will go!
And some time all
the coves we'll make
And all the islands, above,below!
#63 We
preach here seven times as you see
By the overland program I send,
Then when we're full of scenery
And work, our mission here will end!
#64 This
is the "Granite State"- in all
The preaching waterlily has done
She never answered before a call
To preach here. I'm glad the sun
#65 Shines
out so bright this afternoon
For the "Ladies Aid" holds a fair today
And Water Lily must go over soon.
This evening I have a poem to say!
#66 Next
two Gods' days and Thursday go
To the Pine Tree State - the state of Maine,
And there, after two weeks or so,
Their faces will turn "Home Again."
#67 Now
from the whispering of the pines,
And from the bosom of the lake,
And from a thousand lovely shrines
of rock and shore, I will poems make.
#68 And
I waft from Sapphire all his love
And love from Water Lily's heart.
May all the Angels from Above
And God's love all blessings impart.
Ouina
