Year: 1873

There's life and beauty everywhere feel its mag
In every hour at every spot where Nature loves to
There's beauty in the forest trees the hillocks
The mountain cliff is beautiful in weird and sullen


gloom,
With its deep ethereal azure, unpierced by mortal
There's beauty in the sunbeams they merriy dance


in tune
The robed beauty as he gently sinks to rest
Yet leaves his parting halo in the glorious distant
There's beauty all around u.s. and tits beauty cheers
Yet methinks there is one potent spell more sweet


than beauty's art;


given,
And angels Sc EN- to whisper us of MOTHER HOME and


HEAVEN.
There's music, too, in Natures realm for she with
Full MANY Joyous melody Natures God has
There's music in the zephyr it twirls the falling


leaf
Or sends along the barren crag its gentle wall of
There's when the airy breath sighs softly thro
Aud whispers low its wooing notes to every kindred


breeze:
There's music i'll the tempest when the thunders rend
And loudly sh,eks the swelling gale the storm


cloud rushes by.
There's music in the of old Oceans billowy


SURGE
As for the wreck within its depth it walls solemn
There's music in the sparkling r as bounding light


and free,
1t dances down the rugged cliffs to its home within


the
There must be music, too, as through the lapse of
The heavenly orbs roll their way the Emusic of the


spheres :"
AS still each shining orb its restless path has


trod,
What ceaseless music must it play around the throne


of Cod
Our mortal ears are greeted still with music every
For there's music the water, and there's Emusic


in the ar:'
Yet oft another chord is struck chOld within the
Which vibrates to the hidden touch and sweetest
Ts when in calm and holy rest the twilight hour
And angel whispers soft are heard of MOTHER, HOME


AND HEAVEN.
MOTHER there's magic in the word it has charming
1t thrills in every bosom where the holy passion
Its mild but potent influence has brought many
wanderer on ie's troubled sea- back the port of
A mothers earnest, tender love oh what be
Sweet left of Edens bliss foretaste of heav-
When exed from our childhood's home, amid the
The care and sorrow that beset the weary path of
As fancy in repose revisits scenes yore
And sghs regret that hacyon days like those return


no more,





clings so true,
What form awakes hoer mood than all the rest can


do
Ts MOTHERS well remembered form and tender beam


ing eye,
That makes the silent tear to fall and brings the rs-


ing sigh:
All naught in rarest of earth WOO the sad


dened heart
Can make its chords to vibrate intrusive


start,
As when we seem in visions bright to hear mothers


prayer
And soft are borne her pleading tones the Silly


evening air;
And though the ties that bind us there by death are
riyen,
How sweet to feel that still have mother dear in


Heaven
There's music in the name of HOME; it has magic


SPELL
As MANY homeless wanderer in bitterness can tell
Though duty bids mid other scenes in other climes
''The dearest spot on earth to us, is home"


loved HOME.
And HEAVEN what can be sweeter than the hope of
From all lifes tolls and sorrows, in the realms of joy
few more earthly cares and palms. few more troub-


led years,
few more saddened partings, and few sighs


and tears,
And then if we'll dutys done if done with faith


and prayer,
Bid hope be bright and joy be ours; we'll meet to-
gether THERE
And then when death and sickness, too, and
all are Der
Well smile at earthly partings for we'll meet to part



Then to our raptured spirits shall new, sweet
song be given,
OF JESUS first, Friend and Lord, and MOTHER HOME
AND HEAVEN.
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