* 49 THE LOST LOVE. SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways A maid whom there were none to praise, A violet by a mossy stone, She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh The difference to me! W. WORDSWORTH. * 50 * HOW THE GATES CAME AJAR. I. 'TWAS whispered one morning in heaven How the little child-angel May, In the shade of the great white portal,2 Sat sorrowing night and day; 1 Dove, a river of England, which empties into the Trent. 2 portal, passage-way. How she said to the stately warden,1 He of the key and bar, "O angel, sweet angel, I pray you, Set the beautiful gates ajar! "I can hear my mother weeping; II. Then rose up Mary the blessed, "And this key, for further using Tenderest heart in heaven. Now, never a sad-eyed mother 1 warden, one who keeps guard or ward. But may catch the glory afar, Since safe in the Lord Christ's bosom Are the keys of the gates ajar,— Close hid in the dear Christ's bosom, And the gates forever ajar! * 51 * SOWING. ARE we sowing the seeds of kindness? They shall blossom bright ere long; Are we sowing the seeds of discord?1 They shall ripen into wrong; Are we sowing seeds of honor? They shall bring forth golden grain ; Are we sowing seeds of falsehood? We shall yet reap bitter pain: - Whatso'er our sowing be, Reaping, we its fruits shall see. We can never be too careful What the seed our hands shall sow; Love from love is sure to ripen ; 2 Hate from hate is sure to grow. 1 discord, strife. 2 fruitage, fruit collectively. * 52 * SEEDS AND FRUITS. WE scatter seeds with careless hand, Their fruit appears In seeds that mar the land, Or healthful store! The deeds we do, the words we say, In the dread Judgment they And we shall meet. J. KEBLE. * 53 * THE BETTER LAND. "I HEAR thee speak of the Better Land; boughs? ? "Not there, not there, my child!” "Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, "Is it far away in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold, Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand? Is it there, dear mother, that Better Land?" "Not there, not there, my child. "Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy; FELICIA HEMANS. |