How can a Mother's heart feel cold or weary Knowing her dearer self safe, happy, warm? How can she feel her road too dark or dreary Who knows her treasure sheltered from the storm. How can she sin? Our hearts may be unheeding, we all Those little hands stretched down to draw her ever She knows that when the mighty Angels raise Is hers forever, that one little praise, One little happy voice, is all her own. Ah, Saints in Heaven may pray with earnest will A CASTLE IN THE AIR. The fancies of my twilights That fade in sober truth, The longing of my sorrow, And the vision of my youth; The plans of joyful futures; The hopes that died unuttered I looked at all the castles That rise to grace the land, But I never saw another And now you see it shattered, It lies a dreary ruin, I cannot build another, I saw that one decay; And strength and heart and courage 105 Yet still, beside that ruin, With hopes as deep and fond, I waited with an infinite longing, Only I look beyond. D° FRIEND SORROW. not cheat thy Heart and tell her, Hope for fairer times in future, Tell her, if you will, that sorrow Tell her that the lesson taught her Far outweighs the pain. Cheat her not with the old comfort, "Soon she will forget,". Bitter truth, alas! but matter Rather for regret; Bid her not "Seek other pleasures, Turn to other things: Rather bid her go forth bravely, And the stranger greet; Not as foe, with spear and buckler, ONE BY ONE. Bid her with a strong clasp hold her, Listening for the murmured blessing JUDGE NOT. GE not ... JUDGE fall thou darest to despise May be .. that he may rise And take a firmer, surer stand: Or, trusting less to earthly things, ONE ONE BY ONE. E by one the sands are flowing, One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going; Do not strive to grasp them all. One by one thy duties wait thee, Let thy whole strength go to each, Let no future dreams elate thee, Learn thou first what these can teach. One by one (bright gifts from Heaven) 107 One by one thy griefs shall meet thee, Do not fear an armèd band; One will fade as others greet thee; Shadows passing through the land. Do not look on life's long sorrow; Every hour that fleets so slowly Do not linger with regretting, Hours are golden links, God's token, Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them, lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done. MY JOURNAL. T is a dreary evening; IT The shadows rise and fall: With strange and ghostly changes, |