IF WE KNEW. 105 IF WE KNEW. IF we knew the woe and heart-ache If our lips could taste the wormwood, If we knew the baby fingers Pressed against the window-pane, Would be cold and stiff to-morrow Never trouble us again Would the bright eyes of our darling Catch the frown upon our brow? Would the print of rosy fingers Ah, these little ice-cold fingers, How they point our memories back. To the hasty words and actions Strewn along our backward track !— 106 IF WE KNEW. How those little hands remind us, As in snowy grace they lie, For our reaping by and by. Strange we never prize the music Till the sweet-voiced bird has flown; As when Winter's snowy pinions Lips from which the seal of silence As adorns the mouth to-day; Come to us in sweeter accents Through the portals of the tomb. Let us gather up the sunbeams THE COMFORTER. Let us find our sweetest comfort 107 THE COMFORTER. THY Sweetness hath betrayed thee, Lord! Dear Spirit, it is thou! Deeper and deeper in my heart I feel thee nestling now. Oh! that Thou mightest stay with me! Or else that I might die While heart and soul are still subdued Thy home is with the humble, Lord! The simple are thy rest; Thy lodging is in childlike hearts, Thou makest there thy nest! Dear Comforter! Eternal Love! 108 SONG OF THE BROOK. Who made this beating heart of mine, Let no one have it, then, but Thee, And let it be Thy rest. F. W. FABER. SONG OF THE BROOK. I COME from haunts of coot and hern; And sparkle out among the fern, By thirty hills I hurry down, Till last by Philip's farm I flow I chatter over stony ways, SONG OF THE BROOK. With many a curve my banks I fret And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river; I wind about, and in and out, And here and there a foamy flake With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel; And draw them all along, and flow For men may come and men may go, I steal by lawns and grassy plots; I move the sweet Forget-me-nots 109 |