The Dallas weekly herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1885, 1884-12-11
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rhe slta In her chalf IN The ohsfnter,
~ mppdiiy nli b. herself
That oil people Aeein ~ be- puzzled,
AZ sel 4 Ouf 40 lnt little nif
Hie fnrhs W The hymns she II huinmlhf,
Aud dfeninlly nHps nor gnTt
On figures that flash IN tn nfc.l Ght,
And noet In tbs hnclfnl blaze,
To birds In tho par or slc prattlcs--
The fsnciful birds upon the wall
And spreads for them daily such daintlos
As berries ana wnte fr nll.
Then losing the donr very gently,
She takes NJ the keyhole peep;
bhr says IN y IRE eatin V ana drinking,
hho hw them ~ once IN her sleep.
She Tolls ON The nnor ny tho fonder.
And gives tne old Hon nh g
Tho old Hon woven In worst d.
That Hes on the new parlOr rug
Sh- pats him aud calls him told fellow"
And tells US she saw h ~ on guard,
Al the gate for the bug a-boo's coming,
One night when twas showing 40 hard,
She cuts up her new cnllco pieces.
Aud sows un h curious things,
Ana working he whimsical patterns,
she SITS by the searnstrcss and sings.
Her babies have all pretty names, too,
She dresses them up every dav,
Ana each mas a. place and It's plaything,
And each a particular play.
When sometimes she gives them a party,
The chessinen are bid 10 "the stall"
The king. an the queens aud the bishops
Are brought To the house ball.
The knight never goes IN the parior,
Hut stands on the OUTSIDE, OF course.
The ladies expressing, says buly
Regrets that he can't have his horse,
When supper con es ON In the evening,
She works with u fanciful zest.
And keeps up the party quite gdly,
by tn King for hostess and guest.
Hh. Il itF NJ ha nf haf III
The queen ~ he opposite place,
All standln In stateliest order.
She makes the old bishop "say grace
My Inly has lost young playmate
Lost what the angels had found
We carried her down Ia the crddrs,
The bosky old burial ground.
She chung Ia me closer That evening,
Saii: "Fath r, when Luly shall die,
Don't cover her up in The grave yard,
To keep her away from tue sky"
I told her "the grave was Gods garden
To plant out His prcttiest Howe y,
That thence they are moved Ia His mercy
TO bloom In His beautiful bowers.
The blossoms He burles In winter,
And cover In snow from the cold:
80 ke the snroud wrapped around Cary,
The sunlight of spring will unfold.
That even the lovellest lily
That lois on the LATEST wave,
In winter time bu les It's beauty,
Ana blooms again blanched In the grave
A smile In her pretty eyes played then,
A moment forsett ng her pain,
The tears seeemedt sparkle with gladness,
Like sunshine when streaming through
rain.
she said last night she was dreaming
So snugiy In hes nice little bed,
Tn standing on clouds In the alright,
The hraNc were touching her head,
That there came the dear title Cary,
But only to kiss through the blue,
AS oft ut the pane In the window
Your Luly plays kissing with you.
asked her how Cary had gone there,
She said, with her serious air,
"The moon suppose did just open
A God carried Cary through there"
Oh, Luiy, my dear lit e angel,
God grant that we both may be b est,
That the moon which has opened for Cary,
May soon roll away for the rest!
thank Thee, o, Father in Heaven,
Because. from the prudent and wise,
Thou hide,t those things Thou r-vealest
TO 'beS, with their spiritual eyes!
Hin who Is invi ,iblc seeing,
They walk in IN glorious light,
And even 81 let 1t he Father,
For so IL seems good la Ihv sight.