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"Till I have my journey past, Tell me will the day-light last? Will the sky be bright and clear Till the evening shades appear?" Though the sun now rides so high, Clouds may veil the evening sky; Fast sinks the sun, fast wears the day, Thou must not stop-thou must not stay; God speed thee, pilgrim, on thy way." MRS. BARBAULD.
I THINK When I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men,
How he called little children, as lambs, to his
I should like to have been with him then. I wish that his hand had been placed on my
That his arm had been thrown around me, And that I might have seen his kind look, when he said
“Let the little ones come unto me !"
If Jesus were here, and would smile on my song,
When to love him and praise him I tried, With sweetest hosannas, I'd join in the throng, And would press myself close to his side. And if they should chide me or send me away, I would cling to his sheltering knee; And I'd tell them the words he himself once
"Let the little ones come unto me!"
Yet still to the footstool of mercy I'll go,
But thousands and thousands, who wander and fall,
Never heard of that beautiful home;
I should like them to know there is room for
And that Jesus has bid them to come.
I so long for the joy of that glorious time, The sweetest, and brightest, and best, When the dear little children of every clime, Shall crowd to his arms and be blest.
THE ORPHAN CHILD.
Upon my father's new-clos'd grave
But other hearts, Lord, thou hast warm'd With tenderness benign,
And in the stranger's eyes I mark
The stranger's hand by thee is moved
And better far, the stranger's voice
THE HEAVENLY LAND.
EVERY morning the red sun
Rises warm and bright; But the evening cometh on
And the dark cold night; There's a bright land far away, Where 'tis never-ending day.
Every spring the sweet young flowers Open fresh and gay ;
Till the chilly autumn hours
Wither them away;
There's a land we have not seen,
Little birds sing songs of praise
Who shall go to that fair land?
A BLOOMING group at morning's prime,
And one a beauteous boy, o'er whom
Oh! sweet, my son, the gem you bring, But know you not the rest?
"I waked, because the Lord sustained ;" Complete the sentence blest.