The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1852-12-09

| IMAM all, appeared tho gcntls biunnlnB "i'N''
With Golan Brsnning proudly by her side
| They made their home magnificent, though pam,
| In her own native city in one fold,
Mother, sister, and the unloved child, again
Are gathered, and the friendly pastor old
Now says, Behold tho sheaves of golden gram
Blcss God she comes again, ~ ] foretoh.
All what good and plentiful reward
Receive the faithful servants of the Lord
One morn in middle autumn, 10 her door
Two little beggsr children came for bread,
Verona, who no or turns away the poor
Babe them be taken in and clothed and fed
They told their tsle-therc had been children four
The other two and their mamma were dead
And then they wept, for they bad loved them wen
And since. they suffered than thoy could tell
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Mamma was beautiful" the elder cried,
But she grew sick and father used her i'll
At last he went away. and then she died.
But lust before she talked about will;
They said that she Was crazsd, though at hor side
We used to sit and cry 30 faint and still
But whcn she kissed u.s. and then gaSpcd her breath
knew another ono was there-'twas Death.
And now we have no home, my lady dear,
To which to 20 when all the day is DONE
We socp beside the walk although foar,
Something's, that carriages will Ger us run.
I shield my brother, and kiss the tear
~ L. oba In ha tbp
And Now lay mo every night say
Then God takes care of us until next day
Sweet child" your mothers name now toll to mo."
Verona said, az tears coursod down hor face.
Twas J,lio, ma am; cur fathers name, you sec,
Was E,ne,t,ne, and in this very place
They once belonged to a rich family
"Ah weep no moro" Verona said, 'solacc
Your troubled hearts with what have TO toll;
am your aunt; with me hosceforth you dwell
"Our aunt dear lady, is it really so?
And will you love us as our mother would
Shall we to bog no moro BIO forced to GO
Amid tho dreary crowd Of people rude
10 at your feet ourselves grateful throw,
And promise we win cor be children good
We are 50 happy now, my darling brother
o. don't you wish that we could tell dear mother v
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" Arise dear children" then Verona said,
While pearls of grief fell on their tangled hair
" foel the benissn Of sainted dead,
The hallowed bliss Of charity l share;
An angel has this morning to me lod
The cherished offspring of my future caro-
And thsreupon shone in golden ray
From out the sky and on her forehead lay.
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No pning heart has or more gladly seen,
As spring waited on the gladstone hours
Amid the fading snow, the tuft of green,
Where nestled earliest, violet flowers;
No soul in parched midsummer days has been
More grateful for tho sound of cooling showers,
That oosed the branon bands of longthened desrth,
And shod delicious fragrance DER the earth
Than was Verona, ~ that sunbeam shone,
And raised within hor soul mount of light,
Upon the height, of which, precious stone,
Like as the hOh-i ,ioor, illumined her sight.
She read name which had beon set alone
Within its dazzling heart-it was "The Right
And then, like chime of Sabbath bells a.rnging,
Those words she heard the angels round her singing
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q God speed the Right stone like as the sun,
From out the mountain cut, of priceless worth;
The great, immortal work it has begun,
Shall spread till it shall Gil the entire earth
0 bless tho glorious Right it's triumphs won.
Tho world in perfect unison shall girih
And then all nations shall rejoice together,
Whom Christ shall come and Right shall roign forever
And here will mako an end
And If have done well, and is fitting the tory
il is that which desire but If slondefly and meanl,
| it is that which could attain unto
Apooyph0, III Maccobcas.