Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1874-06-17
The Home Circle.


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Neither sweet mother hide me beneath ny sheltsrins
wing
I'm peris6inr, I'm drowning must to somo rock
I len thce for stranger, a eoid and cruel ono
Whom ], and not God, mother, made thy unworthy
Oh, mother how loved him . asd from thy warm
And thought HI. homes safer sweetcr place % rest
len thee In the 'pringtlme, the May Of my young
And never at the altar stood happier wife
IIe took me 70 hls dwelling, and loved for while,
And every smile he gavchor took more than one nom
rnl bocnme the sad ono whose grsfwl sadden thee.
Now mother. haye lef, him will return no more
Ills terrible unkindnoss long 10 silence lore
bui eau bear no longer back 70 Thy nest ~ .4
Receive me, gentle mother, receive me Or die .
Open thy fold, sveet mother invite mo e return
Give me the fond cArc.ses for which wildly ycart.
ask not for the hrsi place, give me the very least
rhesd while all the others feast
Our Heavenly Father ioveth His ehastened children
Tic sad nor precioa. 10 Him than all the rot
Love Thy blestehlldren, mother more than thou lowest
But let me in thy dear face look Of welcome
Sweet mother ore are flowers that open In the day
And look up at the sunlight In fond and trusting
But when the evening come,h, those lovely flowers
And each one looks more happy than when II was a
rose
Out.ide bud the dust rests that enters In q rose
Outside mothers dwelling are all her childrens foes
Bcst are the buds that nger the parent stem
God help the ones that suffer name hand to gather
them
Make me n bud. dear mother bud upon thy breast
Not blooming in the garden, where galy bloom the
But with tly loving fingers my faded leaflets close,
Aud make whole bud, mother oat ofthy broken rose,
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Daughter. dare not bid thee I've room beneath my
But t6ero'S not the shelter to which '0tts should
My child, my stricken darling, to keep thee here
But dearest to thy husband God bids thee 10 return
Woman s born TO suffer Christ made her 80 like Him
That life 10 her is often a shadow dark and grim.
Christ not here for pleasure-llo came TO bles'
Can woman more holy, better mission crave
Thank God thou art selected 10 work with His dear Son
To be thy self GIFTED, wrecked maltreated one
| To be perhaps a savlor TO an immortal soul
To he myself crushed, broken, that Ne may be madi
whole.
Go to the cross like Jesus some there will only knoel
Others IT. piercing anguish us heAfg buruen leel
God loves the humblest knecler, but closer draws
those
who ask not bis sons glory till they have shared hi
! woes.
60 seek grave, deep place where dead things caI
| And bury uith,rever where that deep grave ismade
Then when that self is buried thine eyes will no
When Gnkind things are spoken and done to thee b,
hin.
Thy pride will all be conquered thoult bear and the
furbearg
And when thou prayest for him, thy Christ will hOa
Thou wilt not always suffer, thou wilt not alway
weep.
Remember God has promised to give Ills loved one
sleep.
My daughter, grow not weary be not faint, veal
Ask not for secp or Heaven till thy great work
done.
Toll TIL the morning cometh trust, though the nigh
Go, life-boat, on the foamlng sea- and save thy ship
wrecked bark.
My darling, Il hide thee our Savior may not seek
But cast thee from his service selfish one and weak
o be Ills brave disci Pile aim tor that blissu heg
To which lie lifts those Christians who In Ills wor
delight.
Go, take my blessing, dearest and with deep thankiu
love,
pl sec thee some day coming to the blest port abov,
weather-beateu vessel shattered and tempest tos
But bringing from lie's ocean treasure that was os
A precious treasure wasting, where thy boat dare
to 90,
A soul-hy yhusband', sinking to everlasting woe
II thou hadst been unwilling 10 peril on lies SEA
The peace that Christ will reserve and keepin ileaye
for thee.