"'Tis dark, 't is cold, and hung with gloom. I care not now within to stay; For thee and me is scarcely room, “Not so, not so, thou youthful guest, "O, have I 'scaped the whistling ball, "And borne my life unharmèd still At the noon of day?" "Peace! Say thy prayers, and go to sleep, Till some time, One my seal shall break, And deep shall answer unto deep, When He crieth, 'Awake!'" LOOK UP. LAMB of God, I love my child so much! He stole away to Thee while we two slept, But give him back, for Thou hast many such; And as for me I have but one. O deign, Dear Pity of God, to give him me again.” MORE LIFE. Lo! her little child was gone indeed ! 95 The sleep that knows no waking he had slept, But in the drinking of their bitter cup The sweet voice spoke once more, and sighed, “Look up!" They heard, and straightway answered, "Even so; MORE LIFE. WHEN I reflect how little I have done, And add to that how little I have seen, Then furthermore how little I have won ADELAIDE A. PROCTER. Listen, and I will tell thee The song Creation sings, From the humming of bees in the heather, To the flutter of angels' wings. No creature of God's too lowly 7 |