. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . low,One from out her fold is sleeping Deep beneath the winters snow— Take our souls;—and past the casement Flits a gleam of crystal light. Like the trailing of his garments, Walking evermore in white. Little souls that stand expectant, Listening at the gates of life, Hearing, far away the murmur \ Of the tumult and the strife, 330 LITTLE MARGERY. We who fight beneath those banners,Meeting ranks of foemen there, Find c deeper, broader meaningIn your simple vesper prayer. When your han
. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . low,One from out her fold is sleeping Deep beneath the winters snow— Take our souls;—and past the casement Flits a gleam of crystal light. Like the trailing of his garments, Walking evermore in white. Little souls that stand expectant, Listening at the gates of life, Hearing, far away the murmur \ Of the tumult and the strife, 330 LITTLE MARGERY. We who fight beneath those banners,Meeting ranks of foemen there, Find c deeper, broader meaningIn your simple vesper prayer. When your hand shall grasp this standardWhich to-day you watch from far. When your deeds shall shape the conflictIn this universal war: Pray to Him, the God of strong eyes can never sleep, In the warring of temptation,Firm and true your souls to keep. When the combat ends, and slowly Clears the smoke from out the skies;When, far down the purple distance, All the noise of battle dies;When the last nights solemn shadow Settles down on you and me,May the love that never faileth Take our souls eternally !. LITTLE MARGEMY. vr: ^. MRS. SALLTK J. VHITF-: r;KIiIN(}, whit robed, hlcepy t>.yi:H,iV;(!ping through the tangled hair,V^J.*^ Now I lay mo—Im ho tired—(tow Aunty, God knowH all myjirayor; •% Hell keep little Margery. Watching by the little of tlio coming years, Mn(di I wonder what theyll bring,\l)Ht of HtiiileH or most of tears,To my littlo Margery. LEARNING TO PRAY. 331 Will the simple, trusting faithShining in the childish breast Always be so clear and bright?Will God always know the rest,Loving little Margery? As the weary years go on,And you are a child no more, But a woman, trouble-worn, Will it come—this faith of yours—Blessing you, dear Margery ? If your sweetest love shall fail,And your idol turn to dust. Will you bow to meet the all Gods ways are just?Can you, sorrowing Margery ? Should your life-path grow so darkYou can see no
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