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THE BLIND DEAF-MUTE.

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Sweet child! so greatly tried and blest, Thou soon wilt lay thy burden down;The rougher road, the happier rest;

The heavier cross, the brighter crown. For days of darkness yet to thee

Shall everlasting light be given; And the first face that thou shalt see Will be thy Saviour's face in heaven. That fettered tongue, here mute so long, Shall burst its bonds in sudden praise; Its first glad words will be the song [raise. Which round the throne the ransomed From sufferings freed, and free from sin, And in unclouded light to shine,— If faith can such a triumph win, Sweet child, a blessed lot is thine! REV. J. D. BURNS.

LITTLE SHOES AND STOCKINGS.

LITTLE shoes and stockings!
What a tale ye speak,
Of the swollen eyelid,

And the tear-wet cheek;
Of the nightly vigil,

And the daily prayer;
Of the buried darling,
Present everywhere!
Brightly plaided stockings,
Of the finest wool;
Rounded feet and dainty,
Each a stocking full;
Tiny shoes of crimson,
Shoes that nevermore
Will awaken echoes

From the toy-strewn floor. Not the wealth of Indies Could your worth eclipse, Priceless little treasures,

Pressed to whitened lips;

As the mother nurses,

From the world apart, Leaning on the arrow

That has pierced her heart.

Head of flaxen ringlets;
Eyes of heaven's blue;
Parted mouth-a rosebud--
Pearls, just peeping through;
Soft arms, softly twining

Round her neck at eve;-
Little shoes and stockings,
These the dreams ye weave.
Weave her yet another,

Of the world of bliss,Let the stricken mother Turn away from this; Bid her dream believing Little feet await, Watching for her passing Through the pearly gate.

ANON.

THE STAR AND THE CHILD.

A MAIDEN walked at eventide

Beside a clear and placid stream, And smiled, as in its depths she saw A trembling star's reflected beam. She smiled until the beam was lost,

As 'cross the sky a cloud was driven; And then she sighed, and then forgot

The star was shining still in heaven.

A MOTHER sat beside life's stream, Watching a dying child at dawn, And smiled, as from its eye she caught A hope that it might still live on. She smiled until the eyelids closed,

But watched for breath until the even; And then she wept, and then forgot The child was living still in heaven.

ANON

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That Heaven hath sent me strength and And birds sing far and near sweet strains,

health,

A spirit glad and free:

Grateful these blessings to receive,

I sing my hymn at morn and eve.

On some what floods of riches flow!
House, herds, and gold have they;
Yet life's best joys they never know,

But fret their hours away.

The more they have, they seek increase: Complaints and cravings never cease.

A vale of gloom this world they call-
But, O! I find it fair :
Much happiness it has for all,

And none are grudged a share.
The little birds, on new-tried wing,
And insects revel in the spring.

Caught up by echoes glad.

Rise," sings the lark, your tasks to ply!"

The nightingale sings "Lullaby."

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