And the bitter lesson We learn from years. The stars are gleaming Upon her brow⚫ What is she dreaming So calmly now? By her side is the Angel Of Love divine; On a sacred shrine; Of a crown of glory, Where seraphs shine; Of the deep, long rapture The chosen know Who forsake for Heaven Vain joys below, Who desire no pleasure, And fear no woe. The Bells are ringing, The sun shines clear, The Choir is singing, The guests are here. Before the High Altar Behold the Bride; And a mournful Angel Is by her side. She smiles, all content With her chosen lot, (Is her last night's dreaming So soon forgot?) And oh, may the Angel Forsake her not! For on her small hand There glitters plain The first sad link Of a life-long chain;· And she needs his guiding Through paths of pain. THE ANGEL'S BIDDING. NOT a sound is heard in the Convent; The Vesper Chant is sung, The sick have all been tended, The poor nun's toils are ended Till the Matin bell has rung. All is still, save the Clock, that is ticking So loud in the frosty air, And the soft snow, falling as gently As an answer to a prayer. But an Angel whispers, "O Sister, You must rise from your And he thinks of his home and his loved ones With the tenderness of despair; He has wandered for hours in the snow-drift, And he strives to stand in vain, And so lies down to dream of his children, And never to rise again. Then kneel in the silent chapel Till the dawn of to-morrow's sun, And ask of the Lord you worship For the life of that desolate one; And the smiling eyes of his children Will gladden his heart And the grateful tears of "Yet, leave him alone to perish, And the grace of your God implore, With all the strength of your spirit, For one who needs it more. Far away, in the gleaming city, Amid perfume, and song, and light, A soul that Jesus has ransomed Is in peril of sin to-night. |