This far outdoes our highest thought,The great redemption plan, The fallen world brought back to heaven, God's untold love to man." The teaching on that summer eve And cheering on the flower. It shed a sweetness through his soul, THE EMIGRANT'S RETURN. THE Cooling eve stole o'er the earth, And sweet the happy cottager Sang by his rustic door. Down from the croft an aged dame Her thoughts were with her absent boy, O, years had pass'd since one bright morn, When flowers were on the lea, He bade farewell to all behind, And sail'd across the sea. Then, kneeling down, she pray'd for him, All lonely in her shed; And soon she sorrow'd for his sire When laid among the dead. Since then, the blast of time hath blown Around her rude and high, With tear-drops in her eye. Upon her wandering boy, To feed that flame which chance or change Or time can ne'er destroy. O, nought is like a mother's love In this rude world of strife, As pure and holy as the rills It stronger grows as time departs And, as the sun, shines brighter still But hark! a rap is at the door; And now she sobs, and now she smiles, "And can this really be my boy, Again return'd to me, With so much kindness in his heart? O yes, 't is he, 't is he! Last night I dreamt I saw him here And when the glow-worm's silvery light Was gleaming by the well, And on the hills the hush of night Was resting like a spell, The breath of prayer from that rude home Uprose in strains of joy, And Jesus Christ was honour'd by That mother and her boy. THE DYING WIDOW. THE day was waning dark and drear, A widow'd mother, worn and wan, Two little trembling children stood "The sands of life are ebbing fast; But stay your tears, my little ones; Has promised He will feed my babes: Our Father cannot lie. "Within the churchyard on the hill, There let them bury me; For I would rest with him I love "And from our holy home in heaven, Beyond the burning spheres, We'll oft stoop down with shining wings, And brush away your tears. Come, let me kiss you ere I die And Zion's morn appears. "Farewell, my babes! a crystal light Far sweeter than the smile of morn, "Uphold them, feed them, shield and save, Smile on the orphan dove; She died the winds howl o'er the thatch, The pelting rains descend; An angel enters Paradise, An endless age to spend. Her orphan children wept till morn; Then God became their friend. THE SETTLER'S DREAM. "T WAS a day of toil. The weary sire Partook at eve of his simple meal; His wife sang sweet as a true bard's lyre, As she turn'd in the dusk her spinning-wheel. |