Hard may be the mountain-side,
Soft the valley sod,
Yet will fragrance sure abide
With the Love-of-God.
Where the grace of Heaven leads,
There it makes a home,
Hills a hundred and the meads
Will its pathway roam.
Carmel by the western sea
Holds your blessed bower:
Love-of-God eternally
Keep your heart a-flower.
A PURPOSE OF AMENDMENT
By Helen Parry Eden
He who mangold-patch doth hoe,
Sweating beneath a sturdy sun,
Clearing each weed-disguised row
Till day-light and the task be done,
Standeth to view his labour's scene—
Where now, within the hedge-row's girth,
The little plants untrammeled green
Stripes the brown fabric of the earth.
So when the absolution's said
Behind the grille, and I may go,
And all the flowers of sin are dead,
And all the stems of sin laid low,