Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1856-01-04
fJoctifol Selections.
From the Home Journal.
TIE nUEB CHILD.

She IS my only girl
J asked for her as some most precious thing =
Tor all unfinished was Loves jewelIed ring
TIL set with this soft pearl
Tie shades that time brought forth could moi
see.
Uov qars. how perfect, seemed the sift to me !
Oh nany a soft Old tune
I used to sing unto that deadened ear,
And suffered not the Slightest footstep near,
Lest shs might wake 10 soon
KID lIs. her 5r0;fsr's laughter while she lay
All. needless care might have let them play.
-Twas long ereI believed
That this one daughter might not speak to me
gTaiss and watched GoI knows how patiently
How willingly deceived.
Vain Love was long the untiring nurse Of Faith
And tended hope Until Il starved 10 death.
Oh! If she could but hear
For one short hour, til her tongue might teaci
To call me mother, in tie broken speech
That thrills the mothers earl
Alas! those sealed lips never may be stirred
To the deep music Of that holy ora!
Ny hear. i sorely tries,
To see her kueeI w;.b such a reverelt air
beside her brothers =: their evening prayers
Or lift those earnest eyes
To watch our lips, as though our words she knew
Then move her own, IS she were speaking. too
I've watched her looking up
To the bright wonder of sunset sky,
With such depth of meaning in her eye,
That l could almost hope
Tie struggling soul would burst its binding
And lie long-peu,-up thoughts flow forth IN words
The song Of bird and bee,
The chorus Of the breezes, streams and groves,
All tie grand music to which Nature moves,
Are wasted melody
To her: the world Of sound a tuaeless void;
While even silence hath its charm destroyed.
Her face Is very fair;
Her blue ere beautiful Of finest mould
The soft white brow. DER which, in waves Of gold
Ripples her shining hair-
.slas! this lovely temple closed must be,
Fy- He who male it keeps the master-key.
Wills He the mind within
Should from carth's BaJeI-claaly- be kept free,
Fen that His sin. small voice and step might be
Heard, at is inner shrine,
through that deep hush Of soul, with cleaIel
thrill?
Then should grieve? 0, ruurrauring heart, b'
still
She seems to have Z quiet sense
Of qaist gIatae=z, in her noizelsss play,
She hath a pleasant smile, & gentle way,
Whose voiceless eLoqueacs
Touches all hearts, though had once the fear
That cven her father would 10. czya tyT her.
Thank G0di- It's not 50!
A13. when his sons axe playing merriIy,
She comes and leans her head upon his knee.
Q at such times, know,
By his fuE eye, and tones subdued and mild,
How lis helrt yearns over his silent child.
Na Of all gifts bereft,
Even now. How could say she did not speak
What real lsnguage lights her eye and cheek,
AId renders thanks to Him who left
Uc:o her sui, yet open avenues
For JOY to inter, and for love to usei
All God in love doth give
To her dsfEt q beauty Of lis own;
And We Deeper tenderness have known
Trough that for which we g-ie7e.
Yet shall tHs seal be melted from her ear,
Yea; and nv voice shaIfn it-but not here.
Wl=1 that new sense Is given,
What -apsus VIII its first experience be,
That ne7er roke 10 meaHer melody
Tim tie rioh songs Of heaven
To hear the tulLtoasi anthem swelling round,
While a1geh teach the ecstacies Of soundI