Mills poems from the Sleater Family
Thanks to Jean Sleater!
Though you are prostrate, yet, I trust
†† Youíll soon recover from your ills;
A cup of tea and bit of toast
†† Is better far than doctorís pills;
A saucer, cup and plate I give,
†† To use them daily. Ė William Mills
A Hymn. 8ís and 7ís
By W. G. Mills
Tune: Monaís Isle
God if Israel! We adore Thee
For Thy many mercies past,
And through Jesusí name implore Thee,
And thy favors still may last.
In our darkness thou hast sought us
While we wandered far astray,
Through the Holy Sprit brought us
Thy glad tidings to obey.
Father! Keep thy sons and daughters
Safely in the Christian strife;
And the deep and trackless waters
Of the fearful storms of life;
When the waves are tossing wildly,
When the winds around us rage,
May the Holy Spirit mildly
Every rising fear assuage.
In the hour of pain and weakness
When our trials hard appear;
Comfort us with power and meekness
To the end to persevere.
When the sore temptations try us,
Perils be within our way,
May thine Angels still be nigh us
That we never go astray.
May we seek from Wisdomís fountains
To obtain a large supply;
Till on Zionís lofty mountain
We will all see eye to eye;
To thy care we feel commended
As we journey Zion-ward;
Through each scene by Thee attended,
Merciful and Holy Lord.
Tucson, A.T. Decr. 18, 1880
My Dear Louisa:
Iíll go to thee, Dearest, I know thou art lonely;
Both mind-day and midnight I think of thee only.
My day visions rise, like soft mists to enfold thee,
My night dreams hence take me that I may behold thee.
Iíll go to thee, Dearest, to banish my sorrow,
Iíll go to thy presence thy life-joy to borrow;
Iíll go to that noble heart beating so blandly,
And gaze on thy beauty that beams out so grandly.
The songbirds come early ere winterís departed,
To sing of the summer-time sweet and lighthearted;
And love winged with joy, from thy soul it possesses,
Comes an angel around me with promise to bless us.
Oh, light of my soul, and, oh, peace of my spirit,
Beam warm on me now till your bliss I inherit;
The gloom of my life has a spark yet to light it
With the radiance of day, and thy love can excite it.
The form that to me was a hallowed evangel;
The face that in beauty reflected the angel;
The eyes like the azure where twin orbs are shining,
That gladden the gazes their mystery divining.
The smile that with kindness and sweetness arises,
Entrancing and glancing ethereal surprises;
Oh, I praise our Good Father that these eíen in vision
Are given and sent on a heavenly mission.
Thou wast sad when I left and sincere was thy mourning,
But wilt thou be glad when thou seest my returning?
Like the voice and the echo our hearts are repeating,
Or the skilled touch of chords in true harmony beating;
The pang that I suffer thou sharest the feeling,
The smile that delightest thee comes over me stealing;
And at last when deathís angels may call ďCome up hitherĒ
We hope hand in hand we may go there together.
I go to thee, Dearest, erewhile I may perish,
Like the sun to the flowers thy presence will cherish;
Intense is the feeling which prompts my addresses,
And pure the delight that now seeks thy caresses.
I go, for the time is so gloomy without thee Ė
My loneliness vanishes thinking about thee;
I go to the arms that shall ever enfold me,
I go to the soul whose strong love-fetters hold me.
Decr. 18th 1880, My Birthday