. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . own—my mansion With its front of freestone brown,Its damask, and its Honiton, Its lawn so green and bright,How gladly would I give them, For her motherhood, to-night. TRUST. JOHN G. WHITTIER. <^-n PICTURE memory brings to me:I look across the years and seeMyself beside my mothers knee. I feel her gentle hand restrainMy selfish moods, and know againA childs blind sense of wrong and pain But wiser now, a man gray grown, My childhoods needs are better known, My mothers chastening lov
. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . own—my mansion With its front of freestone brown,Its damask, and its Honiton, Its lawn so green and bright,How gladly would I give them, For her motherhood, to-night. TRUST. JOHN G. WHITTIER. <^-n PICTURE memory brings to me:I look across the years and seeMyself beside my mothers knee. I feel her gentle hand restrainMy selfish moods, and know againA childs blind sense of wrong and pain But wiser now, a man gray grown, My childhoods needs are better known, My mothers chastening love I own. Gray grown, but in our Fathers sightA child still groping for the lightTo read his works and ways aright. I how myself beneath his hand ;That pain itself for good was planned,1 trust, but cannot understand. I fondly dream it needs must be,That as my mother dealt with me,So with His children dealeth : wii I wait, and trust the end will proveTliat here and there, below, above,The chastening heals, the pain is love I TEE MEETING OF THE SHIPS. FELICIA HEMANS. \ AO barks met on the deep mid sea,When calms had stilled the tide;A few bright days of summer gleeThere found them side by side. And voices of the fair and bravoKose mingling thence in mirth , And Kwcetly floated oer the waveThe melodies of earth. Moonlight on that lone Indian mainCloudless and lovely slept; While dancing step and festive strainEa<h dock in triuiiijih swept. BURKE ON THE DEATH OF HIS SON. 231 And hands were linked, and answering eyes With kindly meaning shone ;0, brief and passing sympathies, Like leaves together blown ! A little while such joy was cast Over the deeps the loud singing winds at last Like trumpet music rose. And proudly, freely on their wayThe parting vessels bore; In calm or storm, by rock or bay,To meet—0, nevermore ! Never to blend in victorys cheer, To
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