VIII. Like all the loveliest things we know, IX. Where now it plays, the look of care A smile that sorrow's self can wear, As 'twould itself beguile. X. Then watch it with a mother's eye, And with her prayer of love; And though the earthly frame shall die, The gem shall live above! XXXIII. TO C I. AMIDST a rude cold world, 'tis sweet to feel, And, if it might, would strew our path with flowers. II. But sweeter far it is to feel that He, To whom that heart in humble faith is given, Is "touched" for both with tenderer sympathy, And, as He can, illumes our path from heaven. III. Oh Thou, the fountain of all holy love! Grant that, however dear be ought below, Far dearer still may be the source above, Than even the fairest streams that thence can flow. XXXIV. TO C. F. D. I. As one receiving some rare tender flower, Pleased with his charge, yet mindful of the hour Of storms and frosts, might take with trembling hand, So now, my first-born daughter, while I fold Thine infant form with gladness on my bosom, It is with gladness, trembling to behold, Consigned to these frail hands, so frail a blossom. 11. Yet, have I seen on childhood's bosom sleeping, A tender infant, that was safe I knew; Fearless of harm, whatever storm may gather; Because above, the eye of faith can see, Guarding us both, a loving, watchful Father. III. A Father-and a God! Oh, wondrous blending 'Mid the dark cloud that shadows us, is pealing, The bow of promise too its tale of love In hues of softest beauty is revealing. IV. As coming years shall bring their wondrous visions, Both to thine outward and thy mental eye, |