The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1850-11-01

THE HOUSEHOLD JEWELS.
A traveller, from iourneying
In countries far away,
Bepassed his threshold at the close
OF one calm Sabbath day;
A voice Of love, a comely face,
A kiss OF Chaste delight,
Were the first things to welcome him
On that blessed Sabbath night.
He stretched his limbs upon the hearth,
Before its friendly blaze,
And conjured up mixed memories
Of gay and gloomy days;
And felt that none of gentle SOUL
However far he roam,
Can er ioregO, can e'er forget,
The quiet joys of home.
Bring me my children - cried the sire,
With eager, earnest tone;
long to press them and to mark
How lovely they have grown:
Twelve weary months have passed away
Since | went o'er the sea,
To feel how sad and lone | was
Without my babes and thee"
" Refresh thee, as It's needfuI, said
The fair and faithful wife,
The while her pensve features paled,
And stirred with inward strife;
Refresh thee, husband Of my heart
ask it as a boon
Our children are reposng, love;
Thou shalt behold them soon"
She spread the meal, She filled the cup,
She pressed him to partake
lie sat down bIitheIy at the board,
And all for her sweet sake;
But when the frugal feast was done,
The thankful prayer preferred,
Again affections fountain flowed
Again its voice was heard.
Bring me my children, darling vile,
I'm in an ardent mood
My soul lack purer alunent,
! long for other food
Br'nE forth my children to my gaze,
Or ere ! rage or weep,
yeau to kiss their happy eyes
Before the hour Of sleep
have a question yet to ask
Be patient, husband dear.
A stranger one suspicious morn,
Did send eninc jewels here
Until TO take them from my care,
But yesterday he came,
And / restored them with sigh
-Dost thou approve or blame pa
" ! marvel much sweet wife, that thou
Sgou,dst breathe such words to me
Restore to man, RESI- IN to God,
Whate 'er is lent to thee
Restore it with willing heart,
Be grateful for the trust,
Wha,ee Ter may tempt or try Us, wife,
Let US be ever just
She took him by the passive hand,
And up the mOonlt stair,
She led hun to their bridal bed,
With mute and mourntul air;
She turned The cover down, and there,
In gravr-iIke garments dressed,
Lay the twln-lhlIdren OF their love,
In DEATH serenest rest
"Thesa were the Jewels lent to me,
Which God has dejgned to own;
The precious baskets still remain,
But, ah, the gems are flown
But thou dIdst teach me to resign
What God alone can claim;
II giyeth and he takes away,
Blest be His holy name
The father gazed upon his babes,
The mother dropped apart,
While all the woman sorrow gushed
From her o'erburdened heart
And with the striving of her grief,
Which wrung the tears she SHE'D,
Were mingled low and loving words
To the unconscious dead.
When the sad sire had looked his fill,
He yelled each GREATNESS face,
And down in establishment bowed,
For comfort and for grace
With the deep eIoquence Of woe,
Poured forth his secret soul,
Rose up, and stood erect and calm,
In spirit healed and whole.
Restrain thy tears, poor wife, he said,
learn this lesson still,
God gives, and God can take away,
Blest be His holy will
Blest are my children, for they lice
From sin and sorrow free,
And am not all ioyless, wife,
With faith, hope, love, and thee ~