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She half enclosed me with her arms,
And gazed upon my face.
The swelling of her heart.
79. WE ARE ALL GOD'S CHILDREN.
CHILDREN We are all, Of one Great Father, in whatever clime His providence hath cast the seed of life. The all-seeing Father,--He in whom we live and move, He, the impartial Judge of all, -regards Nations and hues, and dialects alike. According to their works shall they be judged, When even-handed justice in the scale Their good and evil weighs.
80. GOODNESS THE ONLY TRUE NOBILITY.
Howe'er it be, it seems to me,
'Tis only noble to be good.
“O, COME you from the Indies, and, soldier, can you tell Aught of the gallant 90th, and who are safe and well ? 0, soldier, say my son is safe ; for nothing else I care,– And you shall have a mother's thanks—shall have a widow's
“O, I've come from the Indies—I've just come from the war;
66 And do you know my Robert now? O, tell me, tell me true, 0, soldier, tell me word for word all that be said to you, His very words—my own boy's words—0 tell me every one! You little know how dear to his old mother is my son."
“Through Havelock's fights and marches the 90th were there;
safe through all.”
“O, thanks unto the living God that heard his mother's
prayer, The widow's cry that rose on high her only son to spare ; O blessed be God, that turned from him the sword and shot
away; And what to his old mother did my darling bid you say?"
"Mother, he saved his colonel's life, and bravely it was done; In the Despatch they told it all, and named and praised
your son ; A medal and a pension's his ; good luck to him I say, . And he has not a comracle but will wish him well to-day."
“Now, soldier, blessings on your tongue; 0, husband, that
you knew How well our boy pays me this day for all that I've gone
through, All I have done and borne for him the long years since you're
dead! But, soldier, tell me how he looked, and all my Robert said.” “He's bronzed, and tanned, and bearded, and you'd hardly
kuow him, dame, We've made your boy into a man, but still his heart's the
same; For often, dame, his talk's of you, and always to one tune; But there, his ship is nearly home, and he'll be with you soon.” “O is he really coming home, and shall I really see My boy again, my own boy, home; and when, when will it be? Did you say soon ?"-"Well, he is home; keep cool, old
dame; he's here." : “O, Robert, my own blessëd boy !"_“O, mother-mother dear !"
82. WHY SHOULD NOT I BE MERRY? The sun is careering in glory and might, Mid the deep blue sky and the clouds so bright; The billow is tossing its foam on high, And the summer breezes go lightly by; The air and the water dance, glitter, and play, And why should not I be as merry as they? The linnet is singing the wild wood through, The fawn's bounding footsteps skim over the dew, The butterfly flits round the blossoming tree, And the cowslip and blue-bell are bent by the bee: All the creatures that dwell in the forest are gay, And why should not I be as merry as they ?
MARY RUSSELL MITFORD.
83. THE TRYSTING.
We were young sisters,—we were four,
First Alice-she was eldest-came;
“ The youngest am I," then she said,
A year passed by,—Oh, year of pain !
But low, and still, and sweet, we heard
Then came the breeze, so soft and bland,
84. THE CHILD IN THE WILDERNESS. ENCINCTURED with a twine of leaves,
That leafy twine his only dress !
In a moonlight wilderness.
And fruits and flowers together grew
And all put on a gentle hue,
But who that beauteous Boy beguil'd
Alone, by night, a little child,
In place so silent and so wild-