Would the bright eyes of our darling Catch the frown upon our brow? Ah, these little ice-cold fingers, Strange we never prize the music, Till the sweet-voiced bird has flown; Strange that we should slight the violets Till the lovely flowers are gone; Strange that summer skies and sunshine Never seem one-half so fair As when winter's snowy pinions Shake their white down in the air! Lips from which the seal of silence Come to us in sweeter accents, Let us gather up the sunbeams, Let us keep the wheat and roses, Casting out the thorns and chaff; AS BE STRONG. S the rock in the ocean, the pine on the plain, As the mountain whose summit is deluged in vain, As the Good over Evil, the Right over Wrong, ( thou frail human hearted, look up and be strong! Where the hand of the tyrant oppresseth the low, Where Slander has ventured his venomous tongue, Where Self, under masque, courts corruption and wrong, Come thou to the rescue, be brave and be strong! What matter if clouds dim the silvery light? The blue lies beyond, though the clouds hover long, strong. Be strong for humanity, strong for thyself, And strong, lest thy heart-strings be woven of pelf, Lest thy soul, soul-forgetting, turn earthward too long, As Faith looks to Heaven, O! look thou and be strong CORA M. EAGER. ANGELS. N this dim world of clouding cares GERALD MASSEY THE CHILD'S FIRST GRIEF. "CALL my brother back to me, The summer comes with flower and bee- "The butterfly is glancing bright I care not now to chase its flight, "The flowers run wild-the flowers we sowed Our vine is drooping with its load O call him back to me!" |