ATLANTIC NION GL ANER quot Lift up your eyes and look on the fields for they are white already to harvest quot VoL II SOUTH LANCASTER MASS JUNE quot COME UNTO ME quot THE sweetest words that ever fell By mount or wave in shrine or cell Or altar chanted stole through aisle The tortured heart from pain to wile Are these the Master spoke when free He walked thy shores fair Galilee And called his burdened followers there With tender love and pityi
