POEMS.
15
Don't you see the shadow ever
Deep'ning to a darker day,
Unless we burst these clouds asunder,
And let them find a sunny ray?
Deep'ning to a darker day,
Unless we burst these clouds asunder,
And let them find a sunny ray?
All bright children of our being,
Loving us as well they do,—
Can you not see it is a duty
I am trying to impress on you?
Loving us as well they do,—
Can you not see it is a duty
I am trying to impress on you?
Only a little while here longer
Either you or I can stay:
Try from this dark Christmas morning,
To cheer their lives from this dark day.
Either you or I can stay:
Try from this dark Christmas morning,
To cheer their lives from this dark day.
A MOTHER'S SORROW.
"Have you no welcome for me, mamma?"
Came in accents soft and sweet,
Trembling from the dear one's lips
As home she came to greet.
Oh, could she know the pain of heart
Her mother had endured,—
That tender cord once torn apart
Can never be restored.
Her mother had endured,—
That tender cord once torn apart
Can never be restored.
