Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1874-08-03
THE WIFE.
A POEM BY MRS. ]. T. CRAM.

PART 1.-THE APPEAL.
Mother sweet mother, hide me beneath thy shelter
Pm perishing I'm drowning I must to rock
cling!
left thee for a stranger, a cold and cruel one
WhOmI, and not God mother made thy unworthy son
Oh. mother how loved himl fed from thy warm
And thought his home safer place of rest.
left thee in the spring time, the May OF my young
And never at the altar stood happy wife.
He took me to his dwelling and loved me for while,
But soon to some one fairer he gave sweeter smile;
And every smile he gave her took more than one from
Till became the sad one whose grief will sadden thee
Now, mother I have left him-I will return more
His terrible unkindness long IN silence bore:
But can bare no longer. back to thy nest fly;
Receive me, gentle mother receive me or die
open thy fold sweet mother invite me to return;
Give the fond careSses for which wildly yearn.
ask not for the first place, give me the very last;
I'll feed crumbs contented while all the others feast
Our Heavenly Father loveth his chastened children
best
The sad ones are more precious to Him than all the
Love thy blest children mother, than thou
lowest me,
But let me in thy dear face look of welcome
Sweet mother there are flowers that open the day,
And look up at the sunlight in fond, trusting way;
But when the evening cometh, those lovely flowers
close
And each one looks more happy than when it
Outside bud the dust rests that enters in rose;
Outside mothers dwelling are all her eildrens foes:
Blest the buds that nger long the parent stem
God help the ones that suffer mans hand to gather
them.
Not blooming in the garden where gay bloom the rest
But with thy loving fingers my faded leaflets close
And make whole bud d-mother, out OF thy broken rose
PART 1.-THE RESPONSE.
Daughter dare not hide thee, I've room beneath my
But there is not the shelter to which wife should
cling.
My child my stricken darling, to keep thee here I
But dearest, to thy husband God bids thee return
Woman is born to suffer Christ made her 50 like Him,
Christ came not here foI pleasure He came to bless
Can woman more holy, a better mission c1avel
Thank God thou art selected to work with His dear
To he thyself blighted wretehed, maltreated one
! To be perhaps a saviour to immortal soul
To thyself crushed, broken that he may be made
! whole.
Go to the cross like Jesus there win only kneel
Others its piercing anguish its heavy burden feel
God loves the humblest kneeler but closer draws tt
Who ask not His Sons glory till they have shared His
| woes
Go seek grave, deep place. where dead things car
And bury self forever where tlatdeep grave made
When unkind things are spoken and done to thee b,
| him.
Thy pride will all be conquered thourlt bear and thel
| fOrbear;
And when thou prayest for him, thy Christ will hea
the PRAYER.
Thou wilt not always suffer, thou wilt not alway
weep:
Remember God has promised to give his loved one
sleep.
My daughter. grow not weary, be not a faint. wea
one;
Ask not for sleep or Heaven till thy great work
done.
Toll till the morning cometh trust though the nigh
! be dark;
Co. life-boat on the fOaming sea, and thy shil
wreck bark
Nv darling if hide thee. Saviour may not seek
But cast thee His service, selfish and veal
oh be His brave disciple: aim for that blssfu ligf
To which He lifts those Christians who in his Nor
delight.
Go, take thy blessing dearest, apd with deep than
ful love,
I'll thee day coming to the best port above
weather-beaten vessel shattered and tempest-tos
But bringing from lifes treasure that was 10
A precious treasure wasting, where thy boat dart
to go,
I | A soul-thy MISUNDERSTANDING to everlasting woe;
. If thou hadst been unwilling to peril on fe's sea,
I | The peace that Christ will rescue and keep
Z Z | In Heaven for theei