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A MOTHER'S SACRIFICE.
God loveth a cheerful giver.' What shall I render thee, Father supreme, For thy rich gifts; and this the best of all ? ' Said the young mother, as she fondlywatched Her sleeping babe. There was an answering
voice That night in dreams.
• Thou hast a little bud, Wrapt in thy breast, and fed with dews of love. Give me that bud. 'Twill be a flower in
heaven.' But there was silence; yea, a hush so deep, Breathless, and terror stricken, that the lip Blanched in its trance.
• Thou hast a little harp! How sweetly would it swell the angels' song; Yield me that harp.' There burst a shudder
ing sob As if the bosom by some hidden sword Was cleft in twain.
Morn came ; a blight had found The crimson velvet of the unfolding bud : The harp-strings rang a thrilling strain and
And that young mother lay upon the earth
Again the voice That stirred her vision.
In childless agony:
• He who asked of thee, Loveth a cheerful giver.' So she raised Her gushing eyes, and 'ere the tear-drop dried Upon its fringes, smiled; and that meek smile, Like Abraham's faith, was counted righteous
‘AS THY DAY, SO SHALL THY
One trial more must yet be past,
TO A DYING INFANT.
Not on thy cradle bed,
But with the quiet dead.
Yes! with the quiet dead,
Baby, thy rest shall be !
Would fain lie down with thee.
Flee, little tender nursling
Flee to thy grassy nest !
immortal essence, Young spirit, haste-depart; And is this death? dread thing! If such thy visiting,
How beautiful thou art !
Oh! I would gaze for ever
Upon that waxen face,
An angel's dwelling place.
Thou weepest, childless mother!
Aye weep, 'twill ease thy heart; It was thy first-born son, Thy first-thy only one,
Tis hard from him to part.
'Tis hard to lay thy darling
Deep in the damp, cold earth,
Once gladsome with his mirth.
But thou wilt then, fond mother,
In after years look back, (Time brings such wondrous easing,) With sadness not unpleasing,
E'en in this gloomy track.
Thou'lt say, 'My first-born blessing
It almost broke my heart, When thou wert forced to go ; And yet for thee, I know,
'Twas better to depart.
God took thee in his mercy,
A lamb untasked, untried; He fought the fight for thee, He won the victory,
And thou art sanctified.
• I look around and see
The evil ways of man, And oh! beloved child, I'm more than reconciled,
To thy departure then.
• Now like a dew-drop shrined
Within a crystal stone, Thou’rt safe in heaven, my dove-Safe with the Source of love,
The everlasting One.
And when the hour arrives,
From flesh that sets me free,
To meet and welcome me.'