Echoes from girlhood, and other poems . sunrise, Tears mingled with my own. Twas neither a brother nor sister That oft spoke words of cheer,Twas a friend from the days of childhood That whispered in my ear. 74 FORGET ME NOT If in all this monster world You find but a few hearts true, Tis enough to fill lifes gobletWith the portion allotted to you. Then think not too hard of the world, When you can help to doYour share of the many actions, Which make it good and lend to the poor hearts, thirsting The love that you can give,And the priceless gift of friendship, Which makes life sweet to
Echoes from girlhood, and other poems . sunrise, Tears mingled with my own. Twas neither a brother nor sister That oft spoke words of cheer,Twas a friend from the days of childhood That whispered in my ear. 74 FORGET ME NOT If in all this monster world You find but a few hearts true, Tis enough to fill lifes gobletWith the portion allotted to you. Then think not too hard of the world, When you can help to doYour share of the many actions, Which make it good and lend to the poor hearts, thirsting The love that you can give,And the priceless gift of friendship, Which makes life sweet to live. FORGET ME NOT. Forget me not, let me not fade From out thy sight each passing year; Let fond remembrance reign, and shadeA love so lasting and sincere. Forget me not, let memory keep Her guardian watch by day and night; O may it not, in slumber deep, Forget the past, though gone from sight. Forget me not, but I must close These rambling echoes from my heart, For they bring worry, not repose,And dearest friends have met to MY BABYS FIRST BIRTHDA Y. 77 MY BABYS FIRST BIRTHDAY. Ring the merry bells to-night, Our youthful queen to greet;Ring the merry bells aloud, With welcome true and sweet. Gaze upon this lovely infant, Pure as heavens glistening dew, Ponder how the self-same title,Once belonged to each of you. What a struggle for the mastry,Footprints true and grand to gain ; Slippery is the path before her, Wrought with fear, and doubt and pain. God, who in our midst is gazingOn this scene of pure delight, Who to us this child has given,Precious in His holy sight. Listen to a mothers pleading, Listen to a mothers prayer,Take into Thy special keeping, Guard our child from every snare. We will do our duty, trustingIn Thy mighty hand to guide ; We will teach our little daughterIn her Saviour to confide. 78 THE SHEPHERD. Welcome, then, this little darling,To the rights of home and love, As her name is known among us,Be it known in heaven above. THE SHEPHERD. As oer th
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