252 THE HISTORY OF LIFE. THE HISTORY OF LIFE. O DAY dawned. Within a curtained room, Filled to faintness with perfume, A lady lay at point of doom. Day closed. A child has seen the light, She rested in undreaming night! Spring came. The lady's grave was green, A gentle boy, with thoughtless mien. Years fled. He wore a manly face, And then HE DIED! Behold before ye Life, Death, and all there is of-Glory. O HOME WHERE THE HEART IS. 'Tis home where'er the heart is, Where'er its loved ones dwell, In cities, or in cottages, Thronged haunts, or mossy dell! The heart 's a rover ever; And thus on wave and wild The maiden with her lover walks, The mother with her child. "Tis bright where'er the heart is; And a haven on each distant shore, 'l'is free where'er the heart is! 'Tis sunlight to its rippling stream, A NAME IN THE SAND. ALONE I walked the ocean strand; As onward from the spot I passed, And so, methought, 'twill shortly be Will sweep across the place And yet, with Him who counts the sands, Of all this mortal part has wrought; MY YOUNGEST. THEY say my youngest is a pet, For if my memory serve me right, Each youngest that has blessed my sight The youngest came my age to cheer,On her my love did fall. 'Tis not that she is loved the most, The youngest may my fondness boast, My youngest, then, is not a pet, I think so, certainly - and yet THE FATHERLESS. "SPEAK Softly to the fatherless! “They have the weight of loneliness, In this rude world to bear; Then gently raise the fallen bud, "Speak kindly to the fatherless! ""Tis sad to see life's evening sun "Deal gently with these little ones, Be pitiful; and He, The friend and father of us all, Shall gently deal with thee!" |