Year: 1862

have a son, little son, e boy just FIVE years DID,
With eyes Of thoughtful earuestness and mind Of gsu
They tell that unusual grace in all his ways appears
That my child grave and wise heart beyond bis child
cannot ssy how this NAV bel Know his face i, fsir
And yet his cheest comeness bis and serous air.
know his heart is kind and fond, know he loveh me,
But ioveh yet his mother more with grateful fervency
But thst which others most admire tie thought which
The food for grave iuquirng speech he everywhere DOTH
Strange questions doth he ask of me, when ne together
He scarcely thinks as children think talks as children
Nor be much for childish SPORTS oes not OF sat or
But looks manhoods ways and works. and apty mies
HIS little heart is busy STILL and otentimes perpexd
With thoughts about this world Of and thoughts about


the next;


Heknees mothers knee she teaches him pray
And strange and sweet and solemn then are the words
oh should my gentle Child be spared to manhood, years
holier aud wiser man trust that he will be-:
Aud when look into bis eyes, and stroke his thoughtful
dare not think what should feel were to lose him now
have a son, second son. simple child of three;
I'll not declare how bright and fair his little features be-
How sweet those tones Of his when he praes my


knee.


do think his ghtbue eye is like his brother keen





But his little hearts fountain pure of kind and tender
And his every look IS gesm of light rich depths of love


revealing.
When be walks with me, the country folk who pass in


the street,


Will shout with joy, and bless my boy he looks mild


aud sweet.
payelow is he to ALL and yet, with cheerful tone.
Will sing his little song Of love- when left to sport alone
His presence is like sunshine sent to gladden. home aud


HEARTH


m
Should he to ripper years. God grant his heart may
As home for heavenly grace as now for earthly love.
And beside his grave the tears aching eyes dim,
God comfort for all the love which shall lose him.
have son, third sweet son his age can NO, tell,
For they reckon not by years months where lie


to dwell.


To for fourteen anxious MONTHS his infant smiles
And then be babe farewell to Earth, and went live in


Heaven.


tell what form is h,s what looks he weareih now
Nor gness how bright glory crowns his shining seraph
The thoughts that fill his sness SOUL the bliss which he


doth feel.


Arc number'd with the secret things which God will not
But know for God hath told me his that he is now ut
Where other blessed infants be- on their Savious loving


breast.


know his spirit feels this weary load of flesh,
But his sleep is best with endless dreams o joy t'reer
know the angels fold him close beneath their gitterng


wings,
And soobe him with song that breathes Of Heavens di


vinest things.


know that shall our babe his mother dear and ~
When God for aye shall wipe away all tears every eye
Whateer befas his brethren twain, his bliss
cease;


Their lot may here be grief ear but bis certain peace
1t may be that the tenpters wies their from bliss
may ssver,


But if poor faith fail he be
When think of what darling is, and what still
must he


When muse on hat worlds perfect bliss, and this
worlds misery


When beneath this load of sim and feel this grief
and pain


Obi we'd rather lose other two than have him here
| again.