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| author = Evans, T. H.
| title = Snow upon the Mountains
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| source title = Templar’s Magazine, The
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{{Style P-Poem|poem=Why should mountains hold the snow
:On each lofty crest,
While the peaceful vales below
:Smile in beauty dressed?
Summer’s lavish wealth of bloom
:Scattered o’er the plains,
While the Winter's chilling gloom
:On the summit reigns.
Yet they lift their arms on high
:To the shining Heaven,
Clasp the clouds that hurry by
:From the tempest driven,
And detained within their hold
:In that strong embrace.
Spreads the snow its mantling fold
:O’er the mountain’s face.
But when Summer’s burning heat
:Parches all the plain,
Sprinkling round the mountain’s feet,
:Ask they aid in vain?
No,—a thousand crystal rills
:From the melting snow,
Bear the treasures of the hills
:To the vales below.
Riches thus for time of need,
:Do the mountains keep.
With abundant stores to feed
:Vales that round them sleep.
Watching o’er their deep repose,
:Thus each summit towers,
On its brow eternal snows,
:At its feet are flowers.
Why should souls of noblest worth
:Strive with deep distress,
Feel the heaviest grief of earth
:On their spirits press ;
Drink the bitter cup of woe,
:Feel the fiercest pain,
Are those ills that wait below
:Poured on them in vain ?
O they win the smile of Heaven,
:Firm and faithful found,
Blessings from their sorrows given
:Fall on all around.
Careless hearts are warmed to life,
:Wandering feet recalled,
As they struggle through the strife.
:Faint, but unappalled.
On their brows the chilling snow
:Of sorrow’s storms may lie,
But they watch the Heaven’s glow
:With unfaltering eye.
Sympathy and love they give
:From their hearts’ deep showers,
Bright around their footsteps live
:Faith and Hope's sweet flowers.}}
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| page = 65
| item = 2
| type = poem
| status = ok
| continues =
| author = Evans T. H.
| title = The Lost Pleiad
| subtitle =
| untitled =
| source title =
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{{Style P-Poem|poem=Lost sister of the clustered seven.
Or hidden on the plains of heaven.
So that to man’s uplifted eye
No answering star point fills the sky;
Lost to the music of the spheres,
Struck from the scroll of heavenly peers
Lost to the calm that contemplates,
That nothing feels, nor loves, nor hates;
Passionless ever gliding on,
Could’st thou mortal nature don,
Leave thy throne of light afar
Thou ruling spirit of a star,
All thine inspirations check
To sigh upon a mortal neck ?
Lost, since to one of earthly mould
A burning love is shown and told.
Found, by the earthborn, found and kneeling
He, in thee a spirit greets;
Found, and loved, away concealing
All a woman's love he meets :
No half passion failing soon,
A heaven lay set to jarring tune,
But an eternal bond that never
Man or spirit more can sever.
Found, Sterope, and thy heart
Must know of love the bliss, the smart.
Must feel a new and inborn pleasure,
Deep in thy soul no words can measure,
Must learn the pain of mortal love
Undreamed of in thy course above,
Must try life’s gold and its alloy,
For earth contains no unmixed joy.
Is’t better thus—or calmly steering
On thy night car space careering
Knowing—ruling—all a Mind
But Soul-less as the passing wind?
Or with mortal love be toying.
Or a mortal mate enjoying,
All a mortal’s joys increasing
And a mortal’s bonds releasing,
Lifting him above his earth
And teaching him a higher worth
Then all his hard earned lore can give.
How in perfect calm to live ?
Lost, or found, the step is taken,
Let not pride old thoughts awaken,
Make the best of thy strange choice.
In a human shape rejoice.
And the faults thou wilt discover
In thy new and grosser lover
Treat them gently, grieve nor pine.
Thou art his and he is thine.
''Washington, D.C.''<ref>{{Style S-HPB SB. Editors note|Wahsington D. C. – in original|center}}</ref> {{Style S-HPB SB. HPB note|T.H.E.|right}}
{{Style S-HPB SB. HPB note|Thomas H. Evans.}}
}}
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| volume = 3
| page = 65
| image = SB-03-065.jpg
| notes =
| prev = 64
| next = 66
}}
{{HPB-SB-item
| volume = 3
| page = 65
| item = 1
| type = poem
| status = ok
| continues =
| author = Evans, T. H.
| title = Snow upon the Mountains
| subtitle =
| untitled =
| source title = Templar’s Magazine, The
| source details =
| publication date =
| original date =
| notes =
| categories =
}}
{{Style P-Poem|poem=Why should mountains hold the snow
:On each lofty crest,
While the peaceful vales below
:Smile in beauty dressed?
Summer’s lavish wealth of bloom
:Scattered o’er the plains,
While the Winter's chilling gloom
:On the summit reigns.
Yet they lift their arms on high
:To the shining Heaven,
Clasp the clouds that hurry by
:From the tempest driven,
And detained within their hold
:In that strong embrace.
Spreads the snow its mantling fold
:O’er the mountain’s face.
But when Summer’s burning heat
:Parches all the plain,
Sprinkling round the mountain’s feet,
:Ask they aid in vain?
No,—a thousand crystal rills
:From the melting snow,
Bear the treasures of the hills
:To the vales below.
Riches thus for time of need,
:Do the mountains keep.
With abundant stores to feed
:Vales that round them sleep.
Watching o’er their deep repose,
:Thus each summit towers,
On its brow eternal snows,
:At its feet are flowers.
Why should souls of noblest worth
:Strive with deep distress,
Feel the heaviest grief of earth
:On their spirits press ;
Drink the bitter cup of woe,
:Feel the fiercest pain,
Are those ills that wait below
:Poured on them in vain ?
O they win the smile of Heaven,
:Firm and faithful found,
Blessings from their sorrows given
:Fall on all around.
Careless hearts are warmed to life,
:Wandering feet recalled,
As they struggle through the strife.
:Faint, but unappalled.
On their brows the chilling snow
:Of sorrow’s storms may lie,
But they watch the Heaven’s glow
:With unfaltering eye.
Sympathy and love they give
:From their hearts’ deep showers,
Bright around their footsteps live
:Faith and Hope's sweet flowers.}}
{{HPB-SB-item
| volume = 3
| page = 65
| item = 2
| type = poem
| status = ok
| continues =
| author = Evans T. H.
| title = The Lost Pleiad
| subtitle =
| untitled =
| source title =
| source details =
| publication date =
| original date =
| notes =
| categories =
}}
{{Style P-Poem|poem=Lost sister of the clustered seven.
Or hidden on the plains of heaven.
So that to man’s uplifted eye
No answering star point fills the sky;
Lost to the music of the spheres,
Struck from the scroll of heavenly peers
Lost to the calm that contemplates,
That nothing feels, nor loves, nor hates;
Passionless ever gliding on,
Could’st thou mortal nature don,
Leave thy throne of light afar
Thou ruling spirit of a star,
All thine inspirations check
To sigh upon a mortal neck ?
Lost, since to one of earthly mould
A burning love is shown and told.
Found, by the earthborn, found and kneeling
He, in thee a spirit greets;
Found, and loved, away concealing
All a woman's love he meets :
No half passion failing soon,
A heaven lay set to jarring tune,
But an eternal bond that never
Man or spirit more can sever.
Found, Sterope, and thy heart
Must know of love the bliss, the smart.
Must feel a new and inborn pleasure,
Deep in thy soul no words can measure,
Must learn the pain of mortal love
Undreamed of in thy course above,
Must try life’s gold and its alloy,
For earth contains no unmixed joy.
Is’t better thus—or calmly steering
On thy night car space careering
Knowing—ruling—all a Mind
But Soul-less as the passing wind?
Or with mortal love be toying.
Or a mortal mate enjoying,
All a mortal’s joys increasing
And a mortal’s bonds releasing,
Lifting him above his earth
And teaching him a higher worth
Then all his hard earned lore can give.
How in perfect calm to live ?
Lost, or found, the step is taken,
Let not pride old thoughts awaken,
Make the best of thy strange choice.
In a human shape rejoice.
And the faults thou wilt discover
In thy new and grosser lover
Treat them gently, grieve nor pine.
Thou art his and he is thine.
''Washington, D.C.''<ref>{{Style S-HPB SB. Editors note|Wahsington D. C. – in original|center}}</ref> {{Style S-HPB SB. HPB note|T.H.E.|right}}
{{Style S-HPB SB. HPB note|Thomas H. Evans.}}
}}
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| page = 65
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| title = Predictions in French History
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| untitled =
| source title =
| source details =
| publication date =
| original date =
| notes =
| categories =
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{{HPB-SB-item
| volume = 3
| page = 65
| item = 4
| type = article
| status = wanted
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| author = Hughes, A.
| title = Manifestations
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| untitled =
| source title =
| source details =
| publication date =
| original date =
| notes =
| categories =
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{{HPB-SB-item
| volume = 3
| page = 65
| item = 5
| type = article
| status = wanted
| continues =
| author =
| title = A Reminder
| subtitle =
| untitled =
| source title =
| source details =
| publication date =
| original date =
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{{Footnotes}}