The central Presbyterian. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1856-1908, 1875-09-08
sE1Eersp FOR rnE CEsrRA1 PREsBrrEsIAs.
AND I WILL GIVE HIM THE MORNING
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Methought once more to my wishful eye
Ny lovely boy had come;
Ny sorrow was gone-my cheek was dry,
And gladness around my home
l saw the form Of my dear lost child,
All kindled with life he came,
And he spoke in his own sweet voice and smiled,
As soon as l called his name.
The raiment he wore looked heavenly white,
As the feathery snow comes down,
And warm, as it shone in the sottened light,
That fell from his dazzling crown.
His brow was bright with a JOY serene,
His cheek with the desthless bloom g
That only the eye of my soul hath seen
When looking beyond the tomb.
The odour Of flowers from that fair land
Where we deem that our blest ones are,
Seemed borne in his skirts and his small right hanC
Was holding radiant star.
His feet nnshod as cut the shroud,
Were pure as the opening bell
Of the lily, and set on a folding eloud
Of glory that round him fell.
asked him how he was clothed anew?
Who eireled his head with light,
And whence he returned to meet my view,
So calm and heavenly b ight?
l asked where he had been so long,
Away from his mothers care?
Again to sing me his infant song,
And kneel by my side in prayer
He said, "Sweet mother, the song sing
Is not for an ear bly, ear;
touch the harp with golden string,
For the hosts of Heaven to hear.
1t was but a gently aeeting breath
That severed thy child from thee;
The fearful shadow, in time called Death,
Hath ministered life to me.
"My voice in an sngel choir lift,
And high are the notes raise,
| hold the sign of priceless gift,
And the Giver who bath our praise
The bright and the Morning Star is He,
Who bringeth eternal day.
And, mother he giveth himself to thee,
To tighten thine earthly way"
"The way is short to a peaceful goal,
And He is never afar
Who saith to the wise untiring soul
Il will give him the Morning Star.
Thy measure of care for me was filed,
And pure to its crystal top,
For Faith from his silver urn distilled
And numbered every drop.
"While thou vast teaching my lips to move,
And my heart to rise in prayer,
learned the way to world above,
And the home of thy child is there.
The secret prayer thou hast made for me,
That only thy God hath known,
Arose as an incense holy aud free,
And gathered around His throne.
90 j filled my robes with the perfumes sweet
To shed them on this worlds air
AS held my brow by my Saviour's seat
For the glorious crown wear.
By this remember thine offering made
When holding thine infant
At the sacred font, as thine hand was laid,
In the name Of the Holy One.
{" For now in that blissful world of ours
The waters of Lite l drink;
Behold my feet as they've pressed the flowers
That grow by the fountains brink.
No thorn is hidden to wound me there,
There's nothing like chill or blight,
Or sighing, to blend with the balmy air,
No sorrow, no pain, no nightP
No psrting2 asked, in a burst Of joy
And the lovely illusion broke
My rapture had banished my beautiful boy
To zhsdowy void | spoke.
But oh that star of the morn still beams
With light to direct my feet,
Where, when have done with earthly dreams,
The mother and child may meet