WEARY, LONELY, RESTLESS, HOMELESS. 39 Broken hearts! broken hearts! ye are desolate and lone, Broken hearts! God is joy. Homeless hearts! homeless hearts! through the dreary, dreary years, Ye are lonely, lonely wanderers, and your way is wet with tears; In bright or blighted places, wheresoever ye may roam, Ye look away from earthland, and ye murmur, "Where is Home?" Homeless hearts! God is home. A WET SHEET AND A FLOWING SEA. A A. CUNNINGHAM. WET sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast, And bends the gallant mast, my boys, Away the good ship flies, and leaves O for a soft and gentle wind! But give to me the swelling breeze, The white waves heaving high, my lads, There's a tempest in yon horned And lightning in yon cloud; moon, The wind is wak'ning loud,-- Our heritage the sea. If I should put the glasses on Now, what if I should find it true That grandma had been naughty, too? But ah! what am I thinking of? To dream that grandma could Be anything in all her life But sweet and kind and good! I'd better try myself to be So good that when she looks at me Touch us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream Gently, as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream! Humble voyagers are we, Husband, wife, and children three,- (One is lost,-an angel fled To the azure overhead!) Touch us gently, Time! We've not proud nor soaring wings; Our ambition, our content, Lies in simple things. Humble voyagers are we, Touch us gently, gentle Time! |