Oh, the day when thou goest a-wooing, When those beautiful lips are suing, For we that love, ah! we love so blindly, I gaze from thy sweet mouth up to thy brow, Aye, there lies the spirit, all sleeping now, That may rise like a giant, and make men bow As to one God-throned amidst his peers. My Saul, than thy brethren higher and fairer, Yet thy head needeth a circlet rarer, A wreath, not of gold, but palm! One day, Thou too must tread, as we tread, a way Author of "John Halifax." A MOTHER'S EXCUSE. Ir comes again, the blessed day, Made glorious by the Saviour's birth, When faintly in a manger dawned The light of God which fills the earth. Along a weary, wintry waste, Fondly I long to take my place But baby eyes upraised to mine, Yet, dear ones, let my name be breathed And the still presence of a soul Make welcome in the place of me. No unadorned and humble guest Comes that fond soul this blessed even, She bears a jewel on her breast The fairest of the gifts of heaven. A rose that breathes of Paradise, Just budded from the life divine, A little, tender, smiling babe, As yet more God's and heaven's than mine! Born in the Saviour's hallowed month, Room for her by the Christmas-tree! - Grace Greenwood. CHRIST AND THE LITTLE ONES. "THE Master has come over Jordan," Said Hannah the mother one day; "He is healing the people who throng Him, With a touch of His finger, they say. "And now I shall carry the children, I shall carry the baby, Esther, The father looked at her kindly, "If the children were tortured by demons, "Nay, do not hinder me, Nathan, If I carry it to the Master, "If He lay His hand on the children My heart will be lighter, I know, For a blessing for ever and ever So over the hills of Judah, Along by the vine-rows green, With Esther asleep on her bosom, And Rachel her brothers between ; 'Mid the people who hung on His teaching, Or waited His touch and His word, Through the row of proud Pharisees listening "Now why shouldst thou hinder the Master," Then Christ said, "Forbid not the children, And He took in His arms little Esther And the heavy heart of the mother As He said of the babes in His bosom, - Julia Gill. |