Kate Louise Wheeler lived in New Hampshire, USA in the late 1800s. In 1897, a book on her poetry was published in Nashua, New Hampshire, USA by the Telegraph Publishing Co. The author of this book “Home Poems” has written in the introduction that “I am a New Hampshire girl. I have written these poems in the interests of Christian Endeavor. My friends are so much pleased with them that I have had them published for our mutual benefit.” Her poetry shows that she was a religiously strong believer. Even after such a long time, she is still alive in people’s hearts because of her excellent poetry.
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His Promise
Poet: Kate Louise Wheeler
Oft when the rain-drops fall,
We pray for sunlight fair;
Oft when the day is bright,
We seek the cooling shade;
Oft when the robins call,
We long for tree-tops bare;
Oft when the ground is white,
We wish that spring had stayed.
But God who ruleth all,
And keeps us in His care,
Doth plan all things aright,
Which for our good He made;
Our gifts, so poor and small,
Cannot with His compare,
And if we trust His might
His promise will not fade.
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Progress
by Kate Louise Wheeler
He, who to elevate himself
Labors with earnest will,
Forgets, that should he wisely try
To elevate the minds near by
And public needs to fill,
Will still continue to advance
And while their cause he does enhance
Will be their teacher still.
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The Text
Poet: Kate Louise Wheeler
The song may be the sweetest,
And the story be the best,
The sermon most effectual,
And the poem well expressed;
But the text, it’s inspiration,
That the mind retains when heard,
May be a line at longest
Or perhaps a single word.
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Thy Place
Poet: Kate Louise Wheeler
Do not dream away life’s morning,
Rise to bless as does the sun;
Let no shadow fall about thee,
Till thy given work is done.
Look not downward, to the valley,
Blessings come from heights above;
Falter not upon thy journey,
Let each effort teem with love.
Tho’ thy life work may be humble,
Keep a brave and trusting heart;
Do it well, it is thy portion,
God himself assigned the part.
There is not on earth another –
Even monarch of the throne –
Who can fill thy place so nobly,
As thyself, thyself alone.
If a few shall rise above thee,
And the world their deeds applaud,
Do not let their fame depress thee,
None can judge thee save thy God.
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Lives and Leaves
Poet: Kate Louise Wheeler
Our lives are like the leaves
That waken to the sun;
Some fall from airy heights
Ere Youth has scarce begun;
And some are tempest tost,
By an opposing power,
And driven blindly on
With every passing hour.
Some cling to their support,
In darkness and in light,
And grow from day to day
More perfect, strong, and bright.
God grant that lives and leaves,
When sunny days are past,
May find, from adverse winds,
A resting-place at last.
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Some Day
Poet: Kate Louise Wheeler
Some day, not far away,
In Heaven above,
Both you and I,
Who say the last good-bye,
Shall meet and love.
Some day, beyond life’s way
Of cares and tears,
Your soul and mine,
With Christ, the Soul divine,
Shall know no fears.
Some day, when others pray
With tear-stained eyes,
You’ll take my hand
And we shall understand
In Paradise.
Some day, when others stay
To do life’s part,
We’ll reach the goal
Each standing soul to soul,-
Not heart to heart.
Some day, when others say:-
“Their lot was sad,”
We’ll know the why;
In Heaven both you and I
Shall be more glad.
Some day, when earth is gay
On land and sea,
Beyond life’s shore
We two, who patience bore,
Shall thankful be.
Some day, -some brighter day
Than all the rest,
Both you and I
Shall say no more: “Good-bye,”
But:-“God knows best.”
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The Gardener
Poet: Kate Louise Wheeler
He who shall sow the little seeds,
Must wait for them to grow;
Some day when he a solace needs
The pure, sweet flowers will blow.
When wintry storms their peace shall take,
And they are lost from sight,
These little seeds once more will wake,
To Heaven’s eternal light.
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Peace
Poet: Kate Louise Wheeler
When we ask the reason why,
And we question: “Is it right?”
When we search for hidden truths,
Praying for the needed light;
When our way looks long and lone,
And the sky seems dark o’erhead;
When our blessings all are gone,
And the sorrows come instead;
Then, like sunlight thro’ the gloom,
Comes the peace for which we prayed:-
“Let not your heart be troubled,
Neither let it be afraid.”
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