Watching for Papa. He ceased, and suddenly the scene was changed, 173 "Why this rejoicing, why these heavenly sounds? " A feeling indescribable-a holy joy; And while the blissful sounds were at their height And ransomed thousands sang their songs of praise Did I awake. Weary no longer, I arose refreshed, Filled with new life, new aims, and new desires, Of all that Christ had done to save their souls, U' WATCHING FOR PAPA. P at the window are three little heads, Lucy's, and Willie's, and year-old Fred's ; What are they doing there all in a row, Watching for papa to come home to tea, Which pair of little eyes sparkling and bright, Hark! who is that now whose footsteps they hear? 174 In a Crowd. Back from the window bobs each little head, 66 Papa, make haste now," says dear baby Fred; Hark, how they clap hands, and scream with delight. Happy at last, not a moment to wait, Laughing and shouting they rush to the gate. Each rosy mouth with glad kisses he greets. Up in his strong arms he takes little Fred, Into the house now all four of them come, Pulling and tugging they make him sit down, 'TIS IS Saturday night and a motley crowd From every alley and bye-way near Is heard the sound of hurrying feet. 'Tis nine o'clock-how dark the night! The sickening sights are hid from view; The only light-from window pane Labelled" Old Tom" and "Mountain Dew." What is it gathers round the door? Ah stay! I see beside the child, Clothed, alas, in unwomanly rags. In a Crowd. How strange good people cannot think Ah see, the mother gazes round, 66 Curses her child's "confounded din ;" The child, with withered, tearful face, Its hungry look and naked form ; To save it from the bitter storm; Ah, 'tis the oft-told tale of woeGood friends, will you no pity show? See now she falls upon the flags, A single word when told to move Laid on a stretcher, she's borne away, And the crowd is running, laughing still; Each to the other the news they tell, "A drunken woman, see there she goes!" 175 And they point to the spot where down she fell. Thank heaven, her child, 'midst rude alarms, Sleeps peacefully in a policeman's arms. O bear it on with tender care, And let it lie upon your breast; Press gently on its aching limbs, It soundly sleeps in quiet rest. Poor babe! a weary life is thine! So soon to meet with want and woe; Heaven grant thee peace beyond the grave, Where ne'er shall come our country's foe. Oh! tenderly bear it, use it well; Perchance 'twill find rest in yon prison cell. 176 The True Man's Creed. THE TRUE MAN'S CREED. TRIVE to excel and take the lead STR In Christian love, and emulate Ply the shuttle, and ply the quill- With earnest heart do all you can Strive to conquer every ill By faith, and hope, and charity : For justice, freedom, truth, and right. Pray Heaven that love and peace may reign, With science and with learning's page- TEL Home HOME. W. HOYLE. ELL me not of martial bands, Tell me not of banquet hall, Tell me not of sordid wealth ; Gold with all its glittering treasure Tell me not of worldly fame; Leave the soul without fruition. Tell me not of pleasure's gate, Where the thoughtless youth advances, Where the slaves of fashion wait, Mingle in the songs and dances. Tell me not of foreign lands, Where the deep Niagara thunders, Where Vesuvius burning stands, Filling earth with mighty wonders There's a spot that's near my heart, While on earth I take my part May I love thee, mine own dwelling. When I reach the open door Voices sweet like bells are pealing "Welcome! welcome home once more! " Like soft zephyrs o'er me stealing. Children gather round my knee, Mary, Frank, and little Alice; Soon I'm like a bird set free From the world's deceit and malice. 177 |