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THE SHOWER OF PEARLS.
THE BETTER LAND.
“I hear thee speak of a better land ; Thou callest its children a happy band : Mother! O where is that radiant shore ? May we not seek it and weep no more ? Is it where the flower of the orange blows, And the fire-flies dance through the myrtle boughs ?” “Not there, not there, my
"Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise,
And strange, bright birds, on their starry wings, Bear the rich hues of all glorious things ?"
“ Not there, not there, my child !"
“ Is it far away in some region old,
“ Not there, not there, my child ?”
“ Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy !
THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS.
There is a reaper, whose name is Death,
And with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between.
“Shall I have nought that is fair ?" saith he ;
Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet
I will give them all back again."
He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes,
He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise
He bound them in his sheaves.
“My Lord hath need of these flowerets gay,”
said and smiled ; “ Dear tokens of the earth are they,
Where once he was a child.
“They shall all bloom in fields of light,
Transplanted by my care,
These sacred blossoms wear.
And the mother gave, in tears and pain,
The flowers she most did love ;
She knew she should find them all again
In the fields of light above.
O! not in cruelty, not in wrath,
The reaper came that day ; 'Twas an angel visited the green earth, And took the flowers away!
A MOTHER'S LOVE.
Hast thou sounded the depths of yonder sea,
above ? Then mayest thou mete out a mother's love.
Hast thou talked with the blessed of leading on To the throne of God some wandering son ? Hast thou witnessed the angels' bright employ? Then mayest thou speak of a mother's joy.
Evening and morn hast thou watched the bee Go forth on her errands of industry ?
The bee for herself hath gathered and toiled, But the mother's cares are all for her child.
Hast thou gone with the traveller thought afar,
There is not a grand inspiring thought,
not be read in a mother's eye.
And ever since earth began, that look
There are teachings on earth, and sky, and air,