THE NEW CRADLE. A very little boy, whose infant brother had died the day before, being asked where he was, sweetly replied, " Asleep, up stairs, in his new cradle." "ASLEEP, in his new cradle And one, whose truthful tenderness "Asleep, in his new cradle "- From death, could not be free; "Asleep, in his new cradle " He wakes in Paradise; Lost, in its symphonies: In pastures green, he plays; 'Asleep, in his new cradle " He waits for you to come, To his bright and happy home; God's loved ones, all, shall bring, Reign with their Saviour-King. RIVERSIDE, SEPTUAGESIMA, 1855. FANNY'S GRAVE. "There's pansies, that's for thoughts."-Ophelia, in Hamlet. UPON our darling Fanny's grave, What sweetest thoughts, unbidden, spring, Upon that peaceful spot: The lilies of the valley wave, While she, on flowers immortal, treads, A thousand times more sweet. Still may her loveliness attract Our thoughts, and hearts above; Till, through the Cross she clasped, we join WHITSUNDAY, 1855. THE EYES OF THE ANGELS. A little child was disappointed, when her mother told her what the stars were She said, "I thought they were the eyes of angels." "MOTHER, What are those little things, "The Stars, my child!" "I thought, Mother, "They look down on me, so like yours, As beautiful, and mild; When, by my crib, you used to sit, And watch your feverish child. "And, always, when I shut my eyes, RIVERSIDE, Monday BEFORE EASTER, 1855. * "MY LOVE LIES BLEEDING." THAT melancholy Amaranth; It haunts me all the day, "Where is my precious baby' gone?" And stillness stuns my ear, the while; My Lizzie "birdie " nestles, now, Yet, still, her flute-notes sweet, I hear, Through all the breakers' roar: And, when she spreads her dovelike wings, The foaming surge, to brave: With plumes, like "yellow gold,” she seems That melancholy Amaranth, With pendant, purple flowers, Like weeping-willow, stands to mark, The graves, of parted hours. Far, far, away, "my birdie love" Is "plashing" in the sea; "My love lies bleeding," all that's left, To solitude and me. August 15, 1856. The common name, for the flower, known to botanists, as "Amaranthus Melancholicus; a favourite flower of the little grand-child, to whom these lines were written. The words in quotation, in these two pieces, are the baby language that they used together. FROM "DANPY" TO HIS "BIRDIE." WITH A WINTER BLOSSOM. My "birdie " love, your little flowers Have touched your "Danpy's "heart; He laid the fair and fragrant things, And cheer him, when he grieves. So may his "birdie Lizzie" lie Till, at the gracious Saviour's call, ASCENSION, 1856. A PRAYER. Father, to Thy hands I give, *A curl of his hair. THE HEART NEED NOT GROW OLD. There are who deem life's afternoon, At best a dark and dreary time, Too late to yield a second bloom, Too chill to keep the flowers of prime; Believe them not, my gentle girl, Those libellers of love and truth, And passion's wild-fire quite grow cold, TO THE SWEET *DAUGHTERS OF THE CROSS; WHO WROUGHT, FOR ME, THE EVERGREEN EMBLEM OF OUR SALVATION. "Only in the Cross." Sweet children, in the Cross, you bring, Three lessons, I discern: For, though I'm nearly sixty years, I'm not too old to learn. It teaches me, that, for my sins, The Lord of glory died. *The pupils of St. Mary's Hall. This same Cross, that, for so many years, had told him of his children's Christmas love, was laid on this, "first Christmas without their Father," among the flowers that bloomed that day upon his grave. |