The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1874-04-01

Manly fhces were bright with smiles,
Beauty was trying the strength of her wiles
Flashes Of wit flew sparkling about,
Merry music was trlling out;
But turned away with merry sigh,
The gorgeous scene might please the eye:
Yet wondered how much was owing to art
And whether the feelings had any part,
And stole away, in the gathering gloom,
Quietly up to tho childrcn's room.
The dear old room with its childlike mir!
There were no NIStling satinS there,
No borrowed bloom, no jewced hair,
Nothing 100 nice for wear and tcarl
But the ringing laugh and hearty shout,
And reckless feet won't tripping about,
Catclcssly. fearlessIy In and out!
Here Is no show OF gildcd pomp,
TO awe us from having IL merry romp,
The carpet Is ancient, the walls arc bRrc,
We may knock them about and mo thcr Won't
care!
a truco to formality, blues and gloom,
We can do as we please IN the children s
room!
Open tho door-what sunshine burst?
What II trying to soc which shall kiss me
first!
Baby Charley upon my knee.
Cimging around my neck nre threG
Eli" wants me to ''come and play"
Virgie pleads for IL longer stay;
promised to tell her IL story to-day!
Willy Is hugging me out OF breath
Children, you'll certainly squeeze mo 20
dealh!
Now, you've got me down on the floor,
LIN renlly too tired for anything more!
Mary! what arc you doing there?
How you are tangling up my hair!
Want to curl It? well, don't care!
I'm not going down stairs again.
ALI! the show Is too empty and vain,
IdrAther stay here in the childron'S room!
This Is bottcr than rustic and glare,
And welcome ever awaits me there;
Now they cluster around like bees,
There arc 10 treasures prize like these.
These fresh young tnces-thcsc truthful eyes |!
Thankful tears In my own nrSc.
Have they sorrow? JOY? a care?
Sister must always have share,
Sister must wipc awMy the tears,
Sister must quiet tho anxious fears,
Sister must join IN the merry lauyh,
Or the story loses its zcSt by l,nlf
The childrcn's room remember well,
: The hour when n toIrlblc darkness fell
Over our homes. and we moved about
Softly. silently, in and out.
We gathered around her rs she lay
breathing her sweet oung life away,
Our darling Minnie! our youngest pct!
Her name Is remembered and spoken yet!
Wc cnrried her ont from the chldren's room
Twas long ere 1t lost its dcathful gloom!
Sometimes there's Il weary pain at my heart,
A longing cannot make depart
"a restless aching which dcfcs
hy most philosophical theories.
leave my unfinished work or book,
And stcnl away to this dcnr old nook
And when enter leave 1t without
Each pressing cure and each puzzling doubt.
Bright young faces dispcl the gloom.
I'm child again in the childrcn's room!
, And think, us stroke each curly hcnd,
OF the words that the blessed Saviour said-
I think, as kiss each rosy face.
So fnr In Its young. unconscious grace.
or tho whitc-wingcd angels lowering around
know they are near, tho hear 10 sound.
l cannot turn from wet young check
When soothing words are SO light 10 speak.
cannot frown on questioning eye
And check the words with IL harsh reply;
Aud 1t grieyes mo to chide tho wayward aud
wild,
For cannot forget WAS once IL child!
Wood Household Magazine.