East Saginaw courier. (East Saginaw, Mich.) 1859-18??, 1865-03-15

Ihcs Moultrie, an esteemed Sergyman Of the
Church OF England The concetion of the Poem
is quite original; the dcscripth of the three
little boys is a picture for u palmer; the senti-
ment touching Fow who are paruts could read
IL without a sympathetic sob. The simplicity of
the language asserts well with the ,implicity of
the idea, and the pure spirit Of pou, resignation
which IL hreathos-the consolation found by the
Christian In the promises of faith-h the poetry
0frsiigion.
! have son. little son. boy just hve years old,
WIN eyes OF thoughtful earnostntss and mind Of
gentle mould.
They tel mo that unusual grace in all his ways
appears.
That my child Is grave and wise Of heart beyond
his childish years
cannot say how this may BIO, know his face is
fair,
And yet his chicfest confines is his sweet and
serious air;
know hi. heart !. kind and fond, know he
lovoth me,
But he lovsth yet his mother more with grateful
ferency;
But that which others most admire is the thought
which fills his mind,
The food for grave inquring speech he every
where doth find
Strange questions doth he ask of mo, whom we
together walk
children talk,
Nor cares he much for childish sports, dotes not
on bat or ball.
But looks ON manhood's ways and works, aud
aptly mimics all
His little heart is busy still, and often times
perplext
With thoughts about this world of ours, and
thoughts about the next;
lie kneos at his dear mothers knee she teachoth
hun to pray,
And strange, and sweet and solemn, then, are
'"6sus unrvn rIv "trI any.
o should my gentle child be spared to manhoods
years like Inc,
A heller and wiser man trust that no will be I;
And when look into his eyes, and stroke his
thoughtful brow,
dare not think what should foel we're 10 loso
Elm now
have a son-s second son-a simple child Of
three;
I'll not declare how bright and fair his little
features be-
How silver-sweet those tones of his, when no
prattles ON my knee,
/ DO not think his light blue eye is, like his
Nor his brow so full of childish thought rs his has
ever been;
But his little hearts fountain pure of kind and
tender feeling,
And his every looks CLEAN Of light, rich depths
Of love revealing
When he walks with me the country folk wto
pass us in the street,
Will shout for joy, and bless my boy, ho locks SC
mild aud sweet.
payfeow is he TO all, and yet With cheerful
tone
viii sing his little song Of love when left 10 sport
alone.
Ills prcsance is ike urshins sent to gladden.
hume and Lcarth,
To comfort AS in all orr yriets, and swssten all
our mirth.
Should he grow up to ripper years, God grant hiI
As sweet . hone for heavenly grace as now FOL
earthly love-
And IL beside his grave the tears our aching eyer
mrst dun,
God sor.iort as for all the love which wo must
losa in him.
I have son, third sweet son; bis ngc cannot
tell.
For tboy reckon moi by years OF rnonths Whsle BE-
hos gone 10 dwell
/ To Va, FOR fourteen anxious months, his infant
suiiie WIS given,
And then he babe farewell 10 Earth, aud went tc
I cannot tell what form is bis, what look ho wear
eth now
Nor guess how bright glory erswns his shining
seraph brow;
The thoughts that Gll bis sinless soul, tho hli,,
which lie doth feol,
Are numbered with the secret things which God
win not reveal;
But know (for God hath told me this) that he i,
at rest,
Where other blesses Infants be, ON their Saviour.
loving trsast.
/ know his epirt feels no more this weary load o
nesh,
But his sloepi blessed with endless dreams o.
joy for ever fresh.
l know the Angels fold him close beneath theil
glttering wings,
And soothe him with song that breathss o.
Heavens diviucst things
know that we shall meet our babe This mother
dear and ~
Where God for aye shall wipe away all tears from
every eye.
wharer befsls his brethren train, his bliss car
never cense;
Their lot may here be grief and fear, but his i
certain peace.
II may be that the tsmptsr's wiles taer soul
from bliss may sever.
But IL our own poor faith fail not, he must b.
ours forever.
When we groan beneath this load Of Elm, and fee
this grief aud paiu,
| o, we'd rather lose other two than have hin
here again.
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