A MOTHER'S SMILE. THERE are clouds that must o'ershade us, There are days in youth that greet us l'here are scenes and sunny places Who have known and loved us well; TRUE LOVE AND A HAPPY HOME. "Ask what thou wilt," said a fairy voice, "Ask what thou wilt of me ; Of all on earth thou canst have thy choice, I have the power rich gifts to bestow, But only once, I would have thee know, Then I sat me down and pondered long, For these are transient as the dew And fade as quickly from, the view, "In none of these," my heart replied, "Would the height of happiness be; True love and a happy home," I cried, "Is all I ask of thee." HOME FOR ALL. THEY tell me there's a fairer home, They tell me there's a higher home, Far from this scene of gloomy fear, Where golden flowers celestial bloom, Where skies are fair and always clear. They tell me there's a home of peace, 'Mid shining orbs and worlds of light. They tell me there's a home of rest, They tell me of the beauties there, Rich beauties that will charm the soul, Of countless glories deep and true, Where streams of pleasure ceaseless roll. The fount of joy is ever full; There death will draw no parting tears; But rills of life roll on and on, Through all the never-ending years. Far, far above earth's low deceit, WOMAN. WOMAN, dear woman, in whose name Wife, sister, mother meet, Thine is the heart by earliest claim, In thee the angel-virtues shine; An angel form to thee is given: Then be an angel's office thine, And lead the soul to heaven. From thee we draw our infant strength; For round the heart thy power hath A thousand dear, mysterious ties: spun Then take the heart thy charms have won, And nurse it for the skies. THE MAN I LIKE. I LIKE the man who will maintain Who can be social when there's need, I love the man whose blandest smile I like the man whose piercing glance Will make the guilty start, As though he had the power to search His very inmost heart. I like the man whose generous soul I'd have him generous, good, and just, As God made man to be; The noblest work below the sun Is such a one as he. And now I've told you whom I like, |