The babe who cannot speak Tempers, to her, his strong caress; Lightly the small soft fingers press The wan and wearied cheek. And if in festive hour, beside The laughing waves and tuneful tide, What notes may trace the heart's deep hymn, In silence mingling with the breath Of child by prayer recall'd from death, We linger hour by hour: The love that each to each we bear, Into her lap we pour. Languor. Type of that holiest Family, When smitten souls, at point to die, The robe, sweet pledge of pardoning care; And as he daily seeks aright His lowly station in their sight, They watch th' all-ruling Eye, for leave Some flower of Paradise to give, Bid amaranth odours round him float, Of that high loving strain, Which rings from all the harps of Heaven, When from the Shrine the word is given, "The dead soul lives again." O, if the Powers and Thrones above 171 Rather than where the Saints are seen As in each little murmuring brook Before Him, where one sinner weeps, A thousand orbs endure. VI. Children's Sports. 1. GARDENING. "He that is faithful in that which is least is faithful also in much." SEEST thou yon woodland child, How amid flowerets wild, Wilder himself, he plies his pleasure-task? That ring of fragrant ground, With its low woodbine bound, He claims; no more, as yet, his little heart need ask. There learns he flower and weed To sort with careful heed: He waits not for the weary noontide hour. There with the soft night air Comes his refreshing care: Each tiny leaf looks up, and thanks him for the shower. Thus faithful found awhile, He wins the joyous smile Of friend or parent; glad and bright is he, When for his garland gay He hears the kind voice say, "Well hast thou wrought, dear boy: the garden thine shall be." And when long years are flown, And the proud word, Mine Own, Familiar sounds, what joy in field or bower To view by Memory's aid Again that garden glade, And muse on all the lore there learned in each bright hour! Is not a life well-spent A child's play-garden, lent For Heaven's high trust to train young heart and limb ? |