Hast thou witnessed the angels' bright employ -- Evening and morn hast thou watched the bee The bee for himself hath gathered and toiled, There is not a grand inspiring thought, There is not a feeling pure and high, That may not be read in a mother's eye. There are teachings in earth, and sky, and air The heavens the glory of God declare; But louder than voice beneath, above, He is heard to speak through a mother's love. EMILY TAYLOR. STANZAS. JHOUGHT is deeper than all speech ; Souls to souls can never teach What unto themselves was taught. We are spirits clad in veils ; Man by man was never seen ; All our deep communing fails To remove the shadowy screen. 76 MY WOODLAND LOVE. MY WOODLAND LOVE. WELCOME, bat and owlet grey, That to mine ear come humming by; My woodland love is on her way. Upon the soft wind floats her hair; JOANNA BAILLIE, |