So in the churchyard she was laid; Together round her grave we play'd, And when the ground was white with snow, "How many are you, then," said I, The little maid still did reply,, 66 Oh, master, we are seven.' "But two are dead, their spirits fled, "SOME DAY.” [Earnest and cheerful.] There's an old, old song which with varied strain Tired, so soon of the greening earth, Of the wild bird's joyous measure; Tired, of the flowers and shimmering leaves, "SOME DAY!" ah, earnest, questioning eyes, And dim the dark eye's splendour. Haply you will look back and smile, And the old, old song which with varied strain THE CHRISTMAS TREE. [For a little child, cheerfully and with earnestness.] IF I've a present upon the tree, I'll tell you all what I HOPE it will be. A seat on the top that will just suit me: WILL START AWAY, AND BEGIN TO FLY. We'll sail away on the gentle breeze, Over the clouds, and on and on, TILL WE PASS THE STARS, AND MOON, AND SUN. AND WHAT, DO YOU THINK, would Jesus say, "LEARN YOUR LESSONS FIRST!" [Cheerful, and vigorous.] "Where's Heaven, mamma?" said a little girl, With cheeks a-glow, and hair a-curl. "Heaven is above, where Jesus lives, And mansions fair, that Jesus gives.' "But tell me, where is Heaven, mamma? How can I go there when I die? Until you're ready-DON'T YOU KNOW? "WHEN I HAVE LEARNED TO DO IT WELL, To learn the lessons Jesus gives. A VOICE FROM HEAVEN. [Earnest and cheerful.] I shine in the light of God, His likeness stamps my brow; Through the shadows of death my feet have trods AND I REIGN IN GLORY NOW: No breaking heart is here, No keen and thrilling pain, No wasted cheek where the frequent tear I HAVE FOUND THE JOY OF HEAVEN, I have learned the song they sing, And the glorious vaults of heaven ring No sin, no grief, no pain, SAFE IN MY HAPPY HOME, My fears are fled, my doubts all plain, OH! friends of mortal years, The trusted and the true, Ye are walking still in the vale of tears, Do I forget-OH, NO! For memory's golden chain Shall bind my heart to the hearts below, And love's electric flame Darts swiftly down like a beam of light Do you mourn when another star Then why should your tears run down, And your heart be sorely riven, FOR ANOTHER GEM IN THE SAVIOUR'S CROWN, AND ANOTHER SOUL IN HEAVEN. WHITE ROBES. [Earnest and serious.] Who are they in Heaven who stand, They are shining like the light. Harps of gold and palms they bear; All are GOOD and HAPPY there; Much I wonder what their name, WHO THEY are, and WHENCE THEY came. They who now are praising God Once the path of sorrow trod; Now, by Christ their Saviour led, CROWNS OF JOY ARE ON THEIR HEAD. They shall never weep again, ALL IS BRIGHT AND SHINING DAY; God has wiped their tears away. MAY I WITH THEM ALSO STAND, ROBED IN WHITE, AT GOD'S RIGHT HAND, LITTLE LUCY. [Earnest and cheerful.] A little child, six summers old- She turned each page with careful hand, Upon the grassy lea; Then closed the book, and upward looked, And straight began to sing A simple verse of hopeful love This very childish thing: "While here below, how sweet to know His wondrous love and story, And then, through grace, to see His face, And live with Him in glory!" That little child one dreary night And in her pain, and in its pause, She clasped her hands in prayer (Strange that we had no thoughts of Heaven, While hers were only there) Until she said, "O Mother dear, How sad you seem to be; Have you forgotten that He said 'Let children come to me?' Dear mother, bring the blessed Book; And then again, with faltering tongue, |