THE HEAVENLY GUEST. "JESUS, Saviour, be our guest," The little lips were taught to pray; "Jesus, Saviour, be our guest," Was softly utter'd day by day. And, as he spoke, the father looked With silent fondness on his child, Beam from his eye so clear and mild. "My dear papa, how is it so ?" Said he to him one day at last, "That Jesus never dines with us? Tho' He by us so oft is ask'd." "Dear child, you know that Jesus loves Next morning found that youthful heart Because that oft invited one Might be his holy guest that day. The vacant chair-selected well- "Jesus, Saviour, be our guest," Was solemnly breath'd forth once more, It soon was op'd, and trembling stood "Oh, who is this?" the children cried; His tiny feet were cold and bare, The father-host at once approach'd, His wond'ring son, with kindling eye, The father smiled, "Dear boy," he said, "Attend what Jesus says to thee, "E'en as ye did to one of these, "Ye also did it unto me." Oh happy was that friendless child, And these few words in season given, Shew'd all around that festive board, They entertained a guest from heaven. NOTE. The three following pieces were composed by the Author's Father, the late Mr. A. Smeal, sen., nearly half a century ago, and are here introduced in commemoration of his personal worth. LINES TO PRESTONPANS. PRESTONPANS! how full art thou Rough and rugged is thy shore, Rude and chilly is thy flood, ON HEARING A ROBIN SING ON THE LAST DAY OF THE YEAR. THE forest leaves and the garden flowers And nothing is heard in the leafless bowers The sweet warblers of summer have ta'en wing, Of all his fellows he only can sing On the funeral day of the year. So the Christian can sing in the dreariest hour, Hosts of friends wait on to defend us, Yet few like the Robin attend us, In the midst of adversity's blasts. |