« PreviousContinue »
And no cloud by Him is sent
To Himself away;
Hai no jugless place;
Is tie skrb-yard ground;
A lle lanabe to save!
FROM THE HONEYMOON.
ing more attractire to bim
" asd The Honeymoon" And hold in mother-passion,
Thy Blessed, in thy sight.
From the dark world he knew;
To mediate 'twixt the two; Into the sudden glory,
Out of the dark he trod, Departing from before thee
At once to light and GOD! For the first face, beholding
The Christ's in its divine;
And tideless hyaline;
That rock to tuneful sound,
Wrap a still smile around. Oh, in the blessed psalm, now,
His happy voice he tries, Spreading a thicker palm-bough,
Than others, o'er his eyes ; Yet still, in all his singing,
Thinks highly of thy song Which, in his life's first springing,
Sang to him all night long, And wishes it beside him,
With kissing lips that cool And soft did overglide him,
To make the sweetness full. Look up, O mourning mother,
Thy blind boy walks in light!
Before God's infinite!
Thou mother left below
Content that it be so,Until ye two give meeting
Where Heaven's pearl-gate is,
As once thou leddest his ! Wait on, thou mourning mother! (By permission of Messrs. Chapman and Hall.)
(A CHILD'S LIFE AND DE A T 11.)
Rev. DR. GEORGE ASPINALL.
Born upon a happy day,
Ne'er shall suckle more;
Plants on moisture thrive and climb,
From the healthful spring;
Lo! the christ'ning day hath come,
In the arms of mother;
Peerie mannie, babe of beauty,
In that bonnie child;
God doth need him ; Charlie, boy,
Pale as driven snow?
Spare her youngest son !
Vain entreaty ! tread with softness!
Very white and cold !
Charlie! mother's fondest treasure,
Now at length is set ;
Little limbs, how still and quiet!
Dead ! my Charlie, dead!
Courage! crush'd and stricken Rachel, Weeping blood-drops day and night, Recollect, the darkest storm-clouds
Have a lining bright!