Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1866-08-08
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MY LITTLE GIRL.

MY LITTLE GIRL.
A little form is by my chair, a
Two little hands are on my knee,
bright, wee face, with color fair, ....
And sparkling eyes, smiles up to me-
stoop me gently dowu to place
Upon her cheek the kiss so warm,
And in the arms of love embrace
My tiny darling's fairy form
stroke with joy the shining curls.
While little arms my neck entwine,
And wonder ir all little girls ......
Are dear to parents as is mine.
Returning home at night, find
A taller form and thicker curl
And sad the truth dawns on my mind,
soon must lose my little girl.
Tho young, she feels life's weight of care
Life's disappointments has to face
And on her rosy cheek so fair,
Tears. often leave their sad'ning trace.
1t grieves me much her cries to hear
To see her bosom heave with woe; ...
And often down my cheeks the tear
OF sympathy unbade will flow.
Yet she such training early needs,
To fit her for the toll and strife,
70 which the flying seasons lead,
Adowh the unseen path of life.
And soon my girl, my little girl,
If life be spared, will grow apace,
Will meet the laging tempests whll,
Life's duties, and its dangers face,
Oh what, my trembling heart inquires'
Will be tho sequel of that hour?
Will trials raise her stronger, higher
Or will she sink beneath Their power?
Dear Savior, would not ilmplore,
That Thou the chest ming rod withhold;
But guide her footsteps safely o'er
liie's desert, to Thy sacred fold.
Then onward march. o ranks of time;
And never be your banners luried'
Till virtue trumphs over crime,
And freedom rules the chainless world.
Roll on ye years, and as yon CO.
Mature the child so tender now,
And gently place the falling snow
Of age, upon the fathers brow,
And when no more stoop to place
Upon her cheek the kiss so warm.
Still may her loving arms embrace
Her feeble parents trembling form.
Alas Alas life's brittle thread
May snap ere all these treacherous years.
And she, or l. or both, be dead
Life's balance struck--to smiles by tea
If the summons first shall hear,
If weeps my child her parents fall,
0 Savior soothe each bitter tear
Be Thou her Father and her all
But should mychild, ere go home,
TO walk the streets of shining pearl
Protect her, Savior, till | come;
And claim in Heaven my little girl.
i My heart is full of anxious care,
With hopes and fears and hearts oppresse
While still head Of shining pearl,
Sleeps sweetly pillowed on my breast.
When tost my bark on life's rough sea,
When surging bilows fiercely hurl,
| Go,;o, trnSt In Thpa
As trusts in me my little girl,
Twas thus sang in days agone,
But thus shall sipg-no ne'er again
For sorrows night now hides the dawn
Which only cast its shadow then. ''"
And watching at the window now
No wee face waits my coming home
No tiny lips caress my brow rI
And sweetly lisp "my papa come
Her toys lie idle all the day
No footballs patter on the floor,
For angels came and lured away,
4 Our Winnie to the golden shore.
Bnt soon viii pass life's 6tful DREAM
= And shall near my Fathers home
n Then, mid the surgings of deaths Ssiea,1' ",
. I'll hear her shout, :" my papa come
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m THE BRIDAL wiNE-CUP.
r. THRILLING SCENE.