. Pictures in verse. ^^r. So I would take the boy who roams- Toward life, * half understood, From thresholds of those holy homesThat face alone the good ;— 40 A PHASE OF THE ANGELIC. A boy who has not reachd the brinkWhere vice will cross his track, Whose wish that loathes the wish to drinkStill keeps the tempter back;— A boy who hardly knows of ill, Or ill can apprehend,With cheeks that blush, with eyes that fill, And faith that fears no end. And oh, I know that those who love The purest part of joy,Would choose with me from all above The heaven that held my THE MOURNER ANSWERED. A MID
. Pictures in verse. ^^r. So I would take the boy who roams- Toward life, * half understood, From thresholds of those holy homesThat face alone the good ;— 40 A PHASE OF THE ANGELIC. A boy who has not reachd the brinkWhere vice will cross his track, Whose wish that loathes the wish to drinkStill keeps the tempter back;— A boy who hardly knows of ill, Or ill can apprehend,With cheeks that blush, with eyes that fill, And faith that fears no end. And oh, I know that those who love The purest part of joy,Would choose with me from all above The heaven that held my THE MOURNER ANSWERED. A MID the twilights gathering gloom, She knelt beside her babes new tomb. My child, she sighd, did heaven not knowHow deep and dread would be my woe?For this did nature give thee birth, For this,—to bury thee ?—O God ! She groand then started. Earth to lips had kissd the common sod. Amid lifes flowers that fade and fall, What need to pluck a bud so small? With ripend harvest full supplied. What need had heaven of thee? she cried; Then markd the flowers that, while she stoopd, Een yet made sweet her last-brought wreath :Each full-blown leaf had dropt or droopd ; The buds alone bloomd bright beneath. Why leave, O God, was then her moan, My widowd soul still more alone?Why wrest from life the last thing dear?What harm that love should linger here ? And lo, the neighboring spire above Sent forth a sound that calld to prayer;And music fiUd from lips of love The House of God whose door was there. 42
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