. At early candle light and other poems. can see the same happy pair mated, Enclosed in the Paradise love has created. Around them the children, with riotous laughter, Flood all the old room, from the rug to the rafter. They play in the splendor the fire is flinging Across the broad floor, and the kettle is singing Its cheery defi to the storm that is piling The gables with snow, and the wee baby, smiling In dear mothers arms, makes the fathers face tender, And heart answers heart, with four feet on the fender. We sing of the Paradise where we are going; O fair are its gardens, with pure water
. At early candle light and other poems. can see the same happy pair mated, Enclosed in the Paradise love has created. Around them the children, with riotous laughter, Flood all the old room, from the rug to the rafter. They play in the splendor the fire is flinging Across the broad floor, and the kettle is singing Its cheery defi to the storm that is piling The gables with snow, and the wee baby, smiling In dear mothers arms, makes the fathers face tender, And heart answers heart, with four feet on the fender. We sing of the Paradise where we are going; O fair are its gardens, with pure waters flowing. The amaranths blooming, the azure skies arching Above the white host of the ransomed ones marching! But I, sitting here, in my loneliness yearning For one who has gone whence there is no returning. rOUR rCET ON THE TENDER 67 Oft picture that place as my own Fathers dwelling,Where she whom I love to the angels is tellingThat kindly old Death soon her sweetheart will send her,And heaven will begin with four feet on the
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