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With the face of my sleeping darling
May not catch heaven's roses all, But that some may crown the forehead Of my loved one as they fall.
And when I draw the stockings
And kiss the rosy dimples
In his limbs, so round and sweet-
And that my God withholds them
May God forgive my envy ;
As they carried it out to-day-
The light is fair in the window;
That dance on the cottage floor.
"I mile the work of the day is done,
may be in the evening,
And you have time to sit in the twilight
And the hour grows quiet and holy
• While you hear the village children
By the light of the evening star,
Let the door be on the latch
For it may be through the gloaming
"It may be when the midnight
And the black waves lying dumbly
When the moonless night draws close,
And the lights are out in the house;
When the fire burns low and red,
And the watch is ticking loudly
Beside the bed;
Though you sleep, tired out, on your couch, Still your heart must wake and watch
In the dark room,
For it may be that at midnight
"It may be in the morning
When the sun is bright and strong, And the dew is glittering sharply Over the little lawn ;
When the waves are laughing loudly
Along the shore,
And the little birds are singing sweetly
About the door;
With the long day's work before you,
And the neighbors come in to talk a little
But remember that I may be the next
To come in at the door,
To call you from all your busy work
Whenever the sun shines brightly,
"Surely it is the shining of His face!"
For I know He is coming shortly
To summon me.
And whenever a shadow falls across the window
Where I am working my appointed task,
And the angel answers sweetly
"Only a few more shadows,
HAT though your feet are often overweary,
And tired shoulders ache and ache so sorely
'Neath heavy burdens bent!
Be patient, lest the ones whom you are serving
Lest the little wayward feet that you are guiding,
Ah, then, no joy would seem so dear and blessed
In ceaseless service for the vanished darlings
So vainly mourned with tears,
But while you have your dear ones still around you,
Do not regret your care;
Far easier aching feet and arms and shoulders,
Than aching hearts to bear.
And still beyond your household duties reaching,
So many stand in need of loving comfort,
Perchance some soul you aid to-day, to-morrow
Some one may go straight from your earthly table
AFTER THE DARKNESS-LIGHT.
FTER the darkness-light!
Out of the evil-good!
From foulest wrong, upriseth Right-
What tho' the billows roll?
What tho' the waves sweep o'er?
The tempest, Lord, Thou canst control,
O doubting heart, be still!
O fainting soul, be brave!
By devious ways works He His will,