MIDNIGHT. FAR off the clocks are striking, Around the house go mourning Within we sit in silence, And listen, as for thee. Dreaming that we shall hear thee Poor fools! thus to dissemble! FROM THE GERMAN OF EICHENDORFF. MOTHER, WHAT IS DEATH? "MOTHER, how still the baby lies! "My little work I thought to bring, "They say that he again will rise, More beautiful than now; That God will bless him in the skies O, mother, tell me how!" “Daughter, do you remember, dear, "I told you that Almighty power Could break that withered shell, And show you, in a future hour, Something would please you well. "Look at the chrysalis, my love, — An empty shell it lies; Now raise your wondering glance above, To where yon insect flies!” "O yes, mamma! how very gay "O, mother, now I know full well, "How beautiful will brother be, When God shall give him wings, Above this dying world to flee, CAROLINE GILMAN. LOVE. GOD gives us love. Sometimes to love He lends us; but when love has grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone. TENNYSON. EVA. DRY thy tears for holy Eva, In the better home of Eva All is light and peace with Eva; Weep no more for happy Eva, Care and pain and weariness, Lost in love so measureless. Gentle Eva, loving Eva, O for faith like thee, sweet Eva, JOHN G. WHITTIER. HEAVEN. WHY, day by day, this painful questioning? I know that it is well. I know that there (0 where ?) thou hast protectors, guardians, friends, If such be needed: angel companies Move round thee: mighty spirits lead thy thoughts To founts of knowledge which we never saw. Disturbs not nor divides. All this I know ALFORD. 5* |