I hear the invitation, And fain would rise and come, A sinner to salvation; An exile to his home: BIRTH OF A CHILD. Yet man is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly upward. - Job 5: 7. GENTLE stranger! fearless come Nothing, yet, thine eyes can see, Little can thy bosom know Of the pangs and griefs, that flow - From a heart impure within,- Saviour! from thy heavenly throne, A FATHER'S PRAYER. Come down, ere my child die. John 4: 49. JESUS, great healer of mankind, I look for help in thee alone, My son is sick, my darling son, And at the point to die. By deep distress a suppliant made, By agony of grief, Most justly might thy love upbraid Surely, if thou pronounce the word, My dying son shall be restored, O, save the father, in the son, My heart the miracle shall own, THE DYING SON. And the king was much moved, and went up to the chamber over the AND must thou die, my darling boy? I see the fatal shade, That o'er thy blooming cheek of joy The hand of death has laid: And soon the appointed hour must come, I loved to gaze upon thy face, And mark thine open brow, Where care as yet had stamped no trace, There, all was peaceful, all was fair, Like the sweet smile, that rested there. Must I no more behold that smile, Or see thine ardent spirit glow With joys, that only youth can know? But these are selfish thoughts, that wrong Vain thoughts, that suit the worldly throng, Who never look above Earth's bounded scene earth's narrow sphere, But centre all their treasures here. Let me not mourn, that thou wilt be Escaped from life's tumultuous sea, When storms arise, and tempests blow, Let me rejoice, to think that thou Before thy youthful heart could know Before earth's chilling storms had given A blight to fruit prepared for heaven. BY THE BED-SIDE OF A SICK CHILD. David, therefore, besought God for the child.-2 Sam. 12: 16. Now all is done, that love, and care, And skilful kindness could suggest; And he, who heard our anxious prayer, Will answer as his love thinks best: O, that both hopes and fears were still, Waiting on his mysterious will. And yet, both hopes and fears will crowd Sometimes a dream of what may be, Comes, like soft sunshine, o'er the heart; I hear his prattle at my knee, Feel his warm cheek near mine, and start To find it -ah! so cold and pale, That hope (and well-nigh faith) doth fail. And then, again, the dream returns, His Childhood and youth are safely o'er; eye with manhood's ardor burns, Fears hover round his path no more: Hopes, with their buds and blossoms, all Burst, where his bounding footsteps fall. |