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"Come, then, my darling, come," he said,
Lifting the slender form;
Went forth into the storm.
It was so lonely, all the night
No one came near me more; As there I lay, and listened to
The ceaseless rush and roar.
I thought about the captain's child,
So steadfast in her faith;
Like bulwarks against death.
"Have I no Father?" Then to me
By one unseen, who whispered thus:
Oh, blessed comfort! I could stretch
My hands to God on high,
My Father heard my cry.
"O Father, if my grave this night
Should be the stormy sea!
To dwell on high with Thee."
The day dawned slowly, as had passed
The long and dreary night;
A ship had hove in sight.
A boat was lowered, the captain's child
Was handed to the mate. "Are you not coming, father?" "No, . My darling, I must wait.
"I cannot leave my ship, for to
My trust I must be true." "Then, take me, take me back again,
Father, I'll stay with you."
"But, darling, you must understand'
I cannot quit the wreck."
And clasped him round the neck.
I watched them as we steered away;
I saw them stand, those twain, Together on the lonely deck,
Upon the stormy main.
It was a lesson to my soul,
That simple trust of youth;
Unto my Father's truth.
For He this promise makes, who ne'er
His word or promise brake;
And never will forsake.
Thus would I trust Him to the end,
Upon life's stormy sea.
He will abide with me.
Nor was the child's young faith belied,
She did not trust in vain. The storm was hushed; the tempest ceased
To strive upon the main.
And ere went out, far in the west,
The sunset's latest ray,
Were safe within the bay.
And a pale face looked up at his,
With gladness on its brow; "If I had left you, father, then,
I'd not be with you now.
"If I had left you, father, then,
To night I should not be
With others on the sea."
The father raised his hand, and dashed
Aside a falling tear;
You had not now been here."
Oh, brother, is our Father, God,
The God you love and trust? For other faith, save faith in Him,
Is worthless as the dust .
If God in Christ is not your choice,
While shineth life's short day;
He will be far away.
If you, in heaven's own home, would fain
Abide with God at last;
The day of grace is past.
Pray that He would His Spirit give
To guide your soul aright;
Abide with Him in light.
R. R. THOM.
OH, for this weary day,
If it remain!
Oh, to be well once more,
Merry and free 1 Yet when I'm well once more
'One thing I'll be:— Tender to those who are ill, Tender and gentle still, Tending them gently, till They laugh with me.
And gathered from blossoming hedgerows,
Many flowers they had strung together
Eut, tiring soon of this pastime,
In idle strife they tore
And the mimic crowns they wore;
At noon upon the grass
Idly watching the strangers pass.
Eut none of the many who passed them
Looked on the children there, Hiding beneath the elm-trees
From the noonday sun's bright glare;
Saw them, and turned away
"Are you tired so soon of your play?"
'' Now, suppose, little children, Pd something
So beautiful, bright, and rare, To give you, if only you'd keep it
With patience and tender care; Ami to-day, before the sunset,
Carried it safely for me Over to yonder palace
On the heights that front the sea!"
With eager clamour the children
Pressed around him and besought Each for a share of the treasure
That their stranger friend had brought. For an instant a glad smile lighted
His face—from his wallet he drew A vase of white alabaster,
Lovely in shape and hue,
And he held it up before them
In the sunlight glistening; Each little hand was lifted
To grasp the beautiful thing!