Grandpa and Bess. 241 “There sure is such a country, I've seen it many a night, Though I never, never could find it Awake in the morning light; And what is the country over the sea, Where the beautiful New-Years wait for me?" "Where do the New-Years come from?" Says Grandpa, looking away Through the frosty rime on the window, "They come from the country of youth, I know, And they pass to the land of the long ago. "And which is the fairest country? Dear Heart, I never can tell : "The New-Years wait for you, Darling, The eyes that were brightest, the lips that sung 242 Grandpa and Bess. "But I know of a better country, Where the Old-Years all are new; I shall find its shining pathway Sooner, Sweet Heart, than you; And I'll send you a message of Love and cheer The eyes of the dear old pilgrim While closer nestles the merry face, With its flush like a pink wild-rose: 244 Sweetest, fain would whisper. I. Sunday Morning. WEETEST, I fain would whisper in thine ear, SWE This Holy Day when I am on the sea, And thou art bodily so far from me, Whisper a word that thou alone canst hear. But for eternity. Bend thou above My couch, Sweet Heart, and whisper in my ear That blessed word, God given, — God is - Love. Let it not grieve thee. 245 II. Sunday Evening. L ET it not grieve thee, Dear, to hear me say More fond; that when alone, and far apart |