18 Mother-Song. Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying, "Father, who makes it snow ?" And I told of the good All-father Who cares for us here below. Again I looked at the snow-fall, And thought of the leaden sky That arched o'er our first great sorrow, When that mound was heaped so high. I remember the gradual patience That fell from that cloud like snow, Flake by flake, healing and hiding The scar of our deep-plunged woe. And again to the child I whispered, 'The snow that husheth all, Darling, the merciful Father Alone can make it fall!" Then, with eyes that saw not, I kissed her; JAMES RUSSEll Lowell. A CHILD'S SMILE. A CHILD'S smile,—nothing more; I think, boy well-beloved, Thine angel, who did grieve to see how far From sports that dear to other children are, On this pale cheek has thrown The brightness of his countenance, and made That, while we see it, we are half afraid, And marvel, will it stay? Or, long ere manhood, will that angel fair, Departing some sad day, Steal the child-smile and leave the shadow care? Nay, fear not. As it is given Unto this child the father watching o'er, His angel up in heaven Beholds our Father's face forevermore, 20 Mother-Song. And he will help him bear His burden, as his father helps him now; So may he come to wear That happy child-smile on an old man's brow. DINAH MULOCK CRAIK. THE WAY THE BABY SLEPT. AND this is the way the baby slept; A mist of tresses backward thrown And God was with her. And we wept- JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY. From "Rhymes of Childhood." THE BOWEN-MERRILL COMPANY. CRADLE SONG. SLEEP, baby, sleep! Thy father's watching the sheep! Sleep, baby, sleep! The large stars are the sheep, The little stars are the lambs, I guess, Sleep, baby, sleep! Sleep, baby, sleep! And cry not like a sheep, Else the sheep-dog will bark and whine, And bite this naughty child of mine. Sleep, baby, sleep! Sleep, baby, sleep! Thy Saviour loves His sheep; He is the Lamb of God on high Who for our sakes came down to die. |