THE HISTORY OF LIFE. DAY dawned. Within a curtained room, Filled to faintness with perfume, A lady lay at point of doom. Day closed. A child has seen the light, But for the lady fair and bright, She rested in undreaming night! Spring came. The lady's grave was green, And near it oftentimes was seen A gentle boy, with thoughtless mien. Years fled. He wore a manly face, And then HE DIED! Behold before ye Life, Death, and all there is of-Glory. HOME WHERE THE HEART IS. 'Tis home where'er the heart is, Where'er its loved ones dwell, In cities, or in cottages, Thronged haunts, or mossy dell! The heart 's a rover ever; And thus on wave and wild The maiden with her lover walks, 'Tis bright where'er the heart is; And a haven on each distant shore, "Tis free where'er the heart is! 'Tis sunlight to its rippling stream, A NAME IN THE SAND. ALONE I walked the ocean strand; My name the year- the day. As onward from the spot I passed, And so, methought, 'twill shortly be Will sweep across the place And yet, with Him who counts the sands, Of all this mortal part has wrought; MY YOUNGEST. THEY say my youngest is a pet, For if my memory serve me right, Each youngest that has blessed my sight The youngest came my age to cheer,— On her my love did fall. 'Tis not that she is loved the most, The youngest may my fondness boast, My youngest, then, is not a pet, I think so, certainly — and yet THE FATHERLESS. "SPEAK Softly to the fatherless! “They have the weight of loneliness, "Speak kindly to the fatherless! The lowliest of their band God keepeth, as the waters, In the hollow of his hand. ""Tis sad to see life's evening sun "Deal gently with these little ones, Be pitiful; and He, The friend and father of us all, Shall gently deal with thee!" |