At cooling eve!--my guerdon was complete.
Brethren, rise ye!Numbers prize ye!Deeds of worth resemble they.
Then the son thoughtfully answer'd:--"I know not why, but the fact isMy annoyance has graven itself in my mind, and hereafterI could not bear at the piano to see her, or list to her singing."
And gladness.Go, tell her straight, and often too,The boy's mute hopes and wishes true.
Strains of mortality
'Tis here I must find her,'Twas here she enshrined her,
In spirit pay homage;
Is as cold as ice, though white as snow."
That we both to these times should belong,This had God in His goodness willed.-----MOTLEY this congregation is, for, lo!At the communion kneel both friend and foe.-----IF the country I'm to show,Thou must on the housetop go.-----A MAN with households twain