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POEMS.
Should sickness and want, twin daughters of woe,
A dwelling invade, with tread stealthy and slow,
O! there be thou found, like an angel of love,
To whisper sweet thoughts of a bright home above.
A dwelling invade, with tread stealthy and slow,
O! there be thou found, like an angel of love,
To whisper sweet thoughts of a bright home above.
Let good-will to all be the theme of thy song,
For justice and truth be thou valiant and strong;
To aims high and holy each energy given,
This, this is to live like the angels in heaven.
For justice and truth be thou valiant and strong;
To aims high and holy each energy given,
This, this is to live like the angels in heaven.
Then seek out the sad ones, when over Hope's tomb
Lean sorrow-bowed mourners in silence and gloom;
And glide like a sunbeam through cottage and hall,
With heart-cheer for each, and a blessing for all.
Lean sorrow-bowed mourners in silence and gloom;
And glide like a sunbeam through cottage and hall,
With heart-cheer for each, and a blessing for all.
