Demoine courier., 1855-10-25
MISCELLANY.
THE THREE SONS.

THE THREE SONS.
THE Avrnoa Of this exquisite piece is the
Rev. Thomas Moultrie, an esteemed clergyman
Of the church Of England: The conception
% the poem is quite original; the description
of the three little boys is picture for 4 paint
or; the sentiment is extremely touching,
Ihavc a son, a little soa, u boz just fl, years
old.
With eyes Of thoaghtfnl carnestncss and mind
of gentle mould. !
They tell me that unusual grace in all his ways
appears,
That my child is grave and wise of heart be-
You'd his childish years.
/ canno. say how this my be. ! know his face
is fair,
And yet his chicfest comeliness is his sweet,
and serious air;
know his heart is kind and fond, ! know he
loveth me,
But lovetb yet his mothsr more with grateful
fcryency;
But that which others most admire is the
thought which fills his mind,
The food for grave inquir.ns speech he every
where doth find.
Strange questions doth he ask of me, when we
together walk;
He scarcely thinks as children think, or talks
as children talk.
Nor cares he much for childish sports, dotes not
on bat or ball,
But looks on manhood's ways and works, and
aptly mimics all.
Ills little heart is busy still, and oftentimes per-
pleAt
With thoughts about this world of ours, and
thoughts about the next;
lie knceps at his dear mothers knee, she teach
eth him TO pray,
And strange and sweet, and solemn. then. are
the words which he will say.
Oh, should my gentle child be spared to man
hoods years, like me-
A holier and d wiser man Trust that he will
be;
And when / look into his eyes and stroke his
thoughtful brow.
l dare not think what l should Feel, were ! TO
loose him nowi
have a soma second son--a simple child of
three; Y bt ea't
Tn not declare how bright and fair his little
features be-
How silver sweet those tones of his, when he
prattles on my knee.
do not think his light blue eye is, like his
brothers, keen,
Nor his brow SO full of childish thought as his
hath ever been;
But his little hearts fountain pure of kind and
tender feeling,
And his every look CLEAN OF light, rich depths
of love revealing.
When he walks with me, the country folk, who
pass us in the street,
Will shout for joy, and bless my boy, he looks
so mild and sweet.
A playfellow is he TO all, and yetwith cheerful
tone
will sing his little songs of love. when left 10
sport alone.
His presence Is Ike sunshine sent to gladden.
home and hearth,
To comfort us in all our griefs, and swceten all
our mirih.
Should he grow up 10 ripper years, God grant
his heart may prove
Assweet a home for heavenly grace, az nowfcr
earthly love.
An if beside his grave the tears our aching eyes
must dim,
Goo comfort us for all The love We shall loose
in him.
1.-~ ..,e - trI c,s+ar N hiS nna \ p1nnOi
tell, 0F
For they reckon notify years and months where
hchas gone to dwell,
To US, for fourteen anxious months, his infant
smiles were given,
And then he bid farewell 10 Earth, and went
TO live in Heaven.
! cannot tell what form is his, what look he
weareth now,
Nor guess how bright a glory crowns his shining
seraph brow;
The thoughts that fill his ~sinless soul, the bliss
which he doth feel,
Are numbered with the secretthings whichGod
will not reveals;
Bit ! know (for God hath told me this) that he
is now at rest,
Where other blessed infants be, on Their Say
ior's loving breast.
! know his spirit feels no more his weary load
of flesh.
But his dream is blest with endless dreams Of
JOY forever fresh.
know the Angels fold him close beneath their
g~littering wings,
And soothe him with a song that breaihes OF
Heavens divinest things.
I know that we shall meet our babe, (his moth
err dear andI,O
Where God for aye shall wipe away all tears
from every eye.
Whaie'er befalls his brethren twain, his bliss
can never cease;
Their lot may here be grief and fear, his is
certain peace;
1t may be that the tempter's wiles their souls
from bliss may sever,
But, if our own poor faith fail not, he must be
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