Saint Paul weekly Minnesotian. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1858-1859, 1859-02-19
MY LAMBS.


love them SO,
That when the elder Shepherd of the fold
Came, covered with the storm, and pale and cold
And begged for one of my sweet lambs to hold,
bade him 60. H r-
He claimed the pet;
A little fondling thing, that to my breast
Clung always, either in quiet or unrest
l thought of all my lambs loved him best,
And yet-and yet
laid him down, aa.: ,.,.. va ii,..
In those white, sbrouded arms, with bitter tears;
For some voice told me that, in after years, ~ !:
He should know naught of passion, grief or fears
As had known '.-
And yet again III ".ls E., .s...
That elder Shepherd came; my heart grew faint
He claimed anoth.r lamb. with sadder plant,
Another! She who, gentle as asaint, ~.
Ne'er gave me pain.
AghastI turned away .,i5 ...rru;f
There sat she, lovely as an angels dream, ~ .
Her golden locks with sunlight all agieam,- 49,
Her holy eyes with heaven in their beam %
knelt to pray: F , -.s
as it thy will9 a."
Ny Father, say. must this pet lamb be givens Il, .
Oh! thou hast many such, dear Lord, in Heaven
And soft voice said, "Nobly hast thou striven;''
But-peace. be still. ~ -.. Fl.
Oh. how wept! ..'."
And clasped her to my bosom, with wild
And yearning love-my lamb, my pleasant child !:
Her, too, gave-the little angel smiled, -
And slept ..
"Go! go" cried; .s... & "..
For once, again, that Shepherd laid his hand
Upon the noblest OF our household band:
Like pale spectre, there he took his stand,
Close to his side.
And yet how wondrous sweet -..r
10 lnoE \, haard oSoiO,o oto
Touch not my la!nb-for him, o let me die!
"A little whe," he said, with smile and sigh,
again to meet" .F
Hopeless fell; ......
And when I rose, the light had burned SO low,
So faint, Ioould not see my ddrlinygO,
He had not hidden me farewell butOi .t--
felt farewell as. s...n D..
More deeply, far, ''. -'
Than if my arms had compassed that slight frame
Though could but have heard him call my name
"Dear mother"-but in Heaven twill be the Same;
There burns my star! ....
He will not take .-'..
Another lamb, l thought for only one
Ut the dear IOld is spared to be my sun,
My guide, my mourner when this life IL done;
My heart would break.
Oh, with what thrill
l heard him enter but did not know
(For it Was dark that he had robbed me so;
The idol of my soul he could not go
o! heart be still! - ... .,....
Came morning; can tell
How this poor frame its sorrowful tenant kepts
For waking tears were mine; l, sleeping, wept,
And days, months, years, that weary vigil kept.
Alas! "Fareweli!' 'r-r
How often il is said! -.
l sit and think, and wonder too sometime,
How it will seem when in that happier cline,
1t never will ring out like funeral chime u
Over the dead.
No tears! no tears! -.... ... ...
Will there day come that shall not weep?
For bedew myi pillow in my sleep.
Yes yes; thank God no grief that cline shall keep
No weary years.
Aye! it IS WE'LL
Well with my lambs, and with their earthly guide:
There pleasant rivers wander they beside.
Or strike sweet harps upon its silver tide
Ayc it is well. q"
Through the dreary day
They often come from glorious light to me;
l cannot teel their touch, their faces see,
Yet my soul whispers, they do come to me;
Heaven is not far away.