Then, mother, little Charlie came,- With my own father's cherished name; His little grave I cannot see, And whispered, "He is dead!" Mother, I do not mean for one like me, But for a bright-winged bird like him To hush his joyous song, And, prisoned in a coffin dim, Join Death's pale phantom throng!—my boy To join that grisly throng! O mother! I can scarcely bear To think of this to-day; It was so exquisitely fair, That little form of clay, my heart Still lingers by his clay. And, when for one loved far, far more, My star of faith is clouded o'er ; I sink beneath my fears, sweet friend! — My heavy weight of fears. Oh but to feel thy fond arms twine It almost seems those lips of thine Might kiss away the pain, might soothe This dull, cold, heavy pain. But, gentle mother! through life's storms I may not lean on thee; For helpless, cowering little forms Cling trustingly to me. Poor babes! With weary foot and broken wing, But seeks the ark no more, thy breast Seeks never, never more. Sweet mother! for thy wanderer pray, That loftier faith be given; Her broken reeds all swept away, That she may lean on Heaven, — her heart Grow strong in Christ and Heaven. Once, when young Hope's fresh morning dew Lay sparkling on my breast, My bounding heart thought but to do, To work, at Heaven's behest: my pains Come at the same behest. All fearfully, all tearfully, Alone and sorrowing, My dim eye lifted to the sky, Fast to the cross I cling, -O Christ! To thy dear cross I cling. THE CHRISTMAS OFFERING. WE come not with a costly store, From Ophir's shore of gold. No weepings of the incense-tree Are with the gifts we bring; No odorous myrrh of Araby Blends with our offering. But still our love would bring its best, A spirit keenly tried By fierce Affliction's fiery test, And seven times purified. The fragrant graces of the mind, The virtues that delight To give their pérfume out, will find Acceptance in thy sight. SONNET. WHEN first I looked into thy glorious eyes, And closed their lids in his relentless night, Heaven deepening within heaven, serene and still. |