On fragile stem it sways, From which spring here and there, Did some bright angel fling Nav, but one far above The highest ranks of heaven, In token of unceasing love, This flower to earth hath given. Each silky petal bears The signature divine, Each mingling tint says, "still He cares CHARLIE AND THE ROBIN'S SONG. One summer morning early, When the dew was bright to see, Our dark eyed little Charlie And he heard a robin singing "Mamma, the robin's praying In the very tree top there: And that is all its prayer. "My child, God is no nearer And does not hear him clearer "Mamma, if you should hide me Would God then have to hark? And if I whisper lowly All covered in my bed, Do you think that Jesus holy Would know what 'twas I said!" "My darling little lisper, Now the robin's song was filling The very air was trilling When his Mamma told him this,— And he wished, in childish craving, For the robin's wing to fly, To sing on tree tops waving, So very near the sky. THE BRIDGE. I stood on the bridge at midnight, Behind the dark church tower. And far in the hazy distance Among the long black rafters The wavering shadows lay, And the current that came from the ocean Seemed to lift and bear them away; As sweeping and eddying through them, Rose the belated tide, And streaming into the moonlight, The sea weed floated wide. And like those waters rushing How often, O how often, In the days that had gone by, I had stood on that bridge at midnight, And gazed on that wave and sky! How often, O how often I had wished that the ebbing tide Would bear me away on its bosom O'er the ocean wild and wide! For my heart was hot and restless But now it has fallen from me, Throws its shadow over me' Yet whenever I cross the river, On its bridge with wooden piers, Like the odour of brine from the ocean Comes the thought of other years. And I think how many thousands Each bearing his burden of sorrow, I see the long procession. The young heart hot and restless And for ever, and for ever, As long as the river flows, The moon and its broken reflection REASSURING PROSPECT. All is light and all is joy, The spider's foot doth busily Unto the silken tulip tie His circling silver broidery. The dragon fly on fluttering wings, The full blown rose, grown young again, He blesses God who ne'er is hid In woods that soften every sound, The moon all pale in sunlit skies, And opens soft her opal eyes, Whence heaven's sweetness downward streams. The wallflower with the gamesome bee, The furrow waketh joyfully, Moved by the seed that burst their fold. All lives and sits around with grace- On joyful plains bright sun-rays fall, Woods murmur, fields with flowers are clad, Fear nothing man; for nature all Knows the great secret, and is glad. THE LAST DAY OF THE YEAR. Lord our God! with adoration In thy presence we appear; Thankful for thy ceaseless blessings, For thy mercies always near; With merciful thoughts of kindness Granted to us through the year. |