I look at their fresh young faces, And so, I sit in my doorway In the hour that I love the best, My child will come with the rest: But the days have been slowly weaving The weeks have rolled on me their burden And yet my little girl comes not, And I think she has missed her way, And strayed from this cold, dark country To one of perpetual day. I think that the angels have found her, Have begged the Good Father to keep her Perhaps. But I long to enfold her, To feast my starved mouth on her kisses, I am but a poor, selfish mother, And mother-hearts starve, though they know Some day I am sure I shall find her,— In the hour that my heart loves best, THE LAND O' THE LEAL. LADY NAIRne. I'M wearin' awa', Jean, Like sna'-wraiths in tha', Jean, I'm wearin' awa' To the Land o' the Leal. There's nae sorrow there, Jean, There's nither could, nair care, Jean, The days are a' fair I' the Land o' the Leal. O, dry your glistening e'e, Jean, To the Land o' the Leal. Ye have been gude an' true, Jean, Your task's near ended noo, Jean, And I'll welcome you To the Land o' the Leal. Our bonny bairn's there, Jean, And we grudged her sair To the Land o' the Leal! But sorrow's sel' wears past, Jean, And joys are coming fast, Jean, The joy that's aye to last, I' the Land o' the Leal. Our friends are a' gane, Jean, We'll a' meet again I' the Land o' the Leal. Then fare thee weel, my ain Jean, This warld's cares are vain, Jean, We'll meet, an' a' ll be plain, I' the Land o' the Leal! BEYOND THE SMILING AND THE WEEPING. HORATIUS BONAR. EYOND the smiling and the weeping, BEY I shall be soon: Beyond the waking and the sleeping, Beyond the sowing and the reaping, Love, rest, and home! Sweet home! Lord, tarry not, but come. Beyond the blooming and the fading, Beyond the shining and the shading, I shall be soon. Love, rest, and home! Sweet home! Lord, tarry not, but come. Beyond the rising and the setting, Beyond the calming and the fretting, Love, rest, and home! Sweet home! Lord, tarry not, but come! Beyond the parting and the meeting, Beyond the farewell and the greeting, Love, rest, and home! Sweet home! Lord, tarry not, but come! Beyond the frost-chain and the fever, Beyond the rock-waste and the river, Love, rest, and home! Sweet-home! Lord, tarry not, but come. WHERE DOST THOU LIE, O LAND OF PEACE. ANONYMOUS. WHERE dost thou lie, O Land of Peace? WH Across what foaming ocean's swell? My heart, with sighs that never cease, But yet, O fair and distant land, |