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And again we two are together,
All alone in the night.
But I smile at idle fears;
In the dear and peaceful years.
And still, as the summer sunset
Fades away in the west,
Go trooping home to rest,
Say, love, have the children come?!! And I answer, with eyes uplifted,
“ Yes, dear, they are all at home.”
BY MARGARET E. SANGSTER
Written on the death of a young friend.)
In sweetest blush of maiden bloom,
And deep must be the shadow here,
No memory of thy life is sad,
As alway making others glad,
Like music set to tender words,
While yet the dew was on the leaf,
Sweet gifts, the gold of sacrifice,
Our fair Irene! Our child of peace,
Thy bitterness is over now,
Thou art with Him who loved thee more
And there, beyond the storm and strife,
As one by one, we all must cross
O! mourning ones! through tears and dread
BY MARGARET E. SANGSTER
If I had known, in the morning,
How wearily all the day
mind That I said when you went away, I had been more careful, darling,
Nor given you needless pain; But we vex our own with look and tone
We might never take back again.
For though in the quiet evening
You may give me the kiss of peace, Yet it well might be that never for me The pain of the heart should cease;
How many go forth at morning
Who never come home at night, And hearts have broken for harsh words spoken
That sorrow can ne'er set right.
We have careful thought for the stranger,
And smiles for the sometime guest, But oft for our own the bitter tone,
Though we love our own the best. Ah, lip with the curve impatient,
Ah, brow with the shade of scorn, 'T were a cruel fate were the night too late
To undo the work of morn.
A LIFE ON THE OCEAN WAVE
BY EPES SARGENT
A life on the ocean wave,
A home on the rolling deep;
And the winds their revels keep!
On this dull, unchanging shore:
The spray and the tempest's roar!
Once more on the deck I stand,
Of my own swift-gliding craft:
We shoot through the sparkling foam,
Like an ocean-bird set free,
We'll find far out on the sea.
The land is no longer in view,
The clouds have begun to frown;
* We'll say, Let the storm come down!
While the winds and the waters rave,
A life on the ocean wave!
TREASURE IN HEAVEN
BY JOHN GODFREY SAXE
RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED TO GEORGE PEABODY, ESQ.
“What I spent, I had; what I left,
Every coin of earthly treasure
We have lavished, upon earth,
May be reckoned something worth;
Though the purchase were but small;