HOUSED. GOOD-BY, mamma," and forth she flies, Fit comrade for the radiant day A host of groundless fears arise; O mother robin, lend me wings To follow where my birdie goes: Like thine, she darts away and sings, Good-night, mamma," the same sweet voice, Still eager for to-morrow's sun; While I so earnestly rejoice The anxious day is done. My little warbling bird is still; And yet I love this hour the best ; For there she is, secure from ill, Within her sheltered nest. MARY THACHER HIGGINSON. From " Harper's Bazar." Copyright, 1898, by HARPER & Brothers. THE LOVE OF GOD. LIKE a cradle rocking, rocking- Hangs the green earth swinging, turning, And as feeble babes that suffer, Holds the closest, loves the best, O great heart of God! whose loving Only mothers know the cost; Cost of love, which all love passing, Gave a Son to save the lost. SAXE HOLM, (H. H.). From Saxe Holm's Stories. CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS. A BABY SONG. COME, white angels, to baby and me ; Come, white doves, to baby and me; Softly whirr in the silent air, Flutter about his golden hair; Hark, child, the doves are cooing to thee. Come, white lilies, to baby and me; So full of wonder, so round and wise; Come, white moon, to baby and me; Sleep, child, and the whitest of dreams to thee. ELIZABETH Stoddard. I HEARD A CRY IN THE NIGHT. I HEARD a cry in the night, And swift I stole from my bed, To find her, my heart's delight, Once more in the lonesome night, As before they called her dead. I pulled the curtains away, I bent my lips to her cheek: Night came, and I heard her speak. Again I harked to the call Of the one little voice so dear; I laid me down by her side; |