And loyally and proudly Beat hearts amid the scene; The hand that wields the sceptre, Why flits the smile so sad and sweet, She fears not that the traitor She knows that strength and faithfulness She glances on her first-born son, Where by him Alexandra, Child of the sea kings, bows. What thought the Queen Victoria, When the flower of British chivalry Paid homage to her heir? When all this earth calls beautiful Passed by with joyous tread, 'Mid the gathering of her loving ones, Her thoughts were on her dead. Why, 'mid the burst of anthems, Yes, yes; but what were jewels, They thought, those weeping daughters, They thought that moment of the thorns Strewn in life's wilderness Their widowed mother stood alone, And they were fatherless. Knights of the glowing orders, Angels to earth which minister, Of tear-drops gathered there? "Who called the strong as Death, O Love, Mightier thou wast and art." THE PILGRIM'S SONG OF CONFIDENCE. "I will trust and not be afraid."-BIBLE. M Y path is in the wilderness, My way is in the desert wild, To lands whose treasures have no rust; I have upon His strength relied Can He sustain me? "I will trust!" My path is through the waters cold, A hand is on the flowing mane Of ocean's charger-halt it must— One holds the breakers' bridle-rein, And can He curb them? "I will trust!" The noontide sun is high in heaven, The Good Physician-"I will trust!" The evening cometh; I would rest, And in forgetfulness repose, But rain-drops stream upon my breast, The lightning's glare, the whirlwind gust, I surely heard a soft, low tone— I know its whisper-"I will trust!" As on my weary way I passed, A bright star lit my midnight sky I prized its beauty-but a blast ; With heavy clouds went sweeping by— A voice came murmuring from above, "Mourner, yield not to sad mistrust; Again shall gleam that star of love, Fond and for ever." "I will trust!" Oh! can it be there waits on high Until those golden gates I see? THE END. |