POETRY.

Globe, Volume XXIV, Issue 2426, 14 January 1882, Page 4

POETRY.

BRAVE HEART. [By Lillie E. Barr, in “New York Ledger,"] L She said, “ Just keep a cheerful heart, The limes are sure to mend The sorest strait, the hardest hap, Comes ever to an end. Do well and doubt not; naught goes right With those who fear and fret) Money troubles get over, dear, If they are bravely met. n. “Not you alone—master and men Alike the blow have felt j Beside, you know the country’s keys Don’t hang in one man’s belt. Cares come and go, and Providence Still sends the needed friend ; The sorest strait, the hardest hap. Comes ever to an end.” 111. He took his tools from off the shelf; He kissed her hopeful face, He said, “ Since you have courage, wife, I will take heart of grace. I’ll come when I have found my work, So watch for Love’s dear sake, And toll the boys their father’s gone A better home to make.” IT, More humble grew their daily fare, More scanty grew her part, But yet she kept her weary watch , With an unfaltering heart. She said, “ A little longer, boys ; Your father’s sure to send. And well yon know the darkest days Come ever to an end.” y. “I know,” said little Will j “1 know ; The fever did not stay. And the great snows that shut us in, In springtime went away. And father, though he had that fall, And was so poor and lame, Walked just as well within a year, And things went on the same,” TI. While talking thus, tne letter came. The home was found at last, A happy day had dawned for all, Tho night of grief was past. Who heeded now the lack of clothes ? The cold or scanty fare ; The gloomy past would only make The future still more fair. nr. Tho mother sang about her work “ I knew it would be so ; When tides have to their lowest ebbed, Then they begin to flow ; The trees that winter winds have stripped. With summer fruit shall bend ; The sorest strait, the hardest hap. Comes ever to an end. Tin. “ Comes ever to an end, dear boys, Comes ever to an end ; Just work and wait with cheerful heart And worst of times will mend. A good heart breaks bad fortune still, Work on, and trust for bread, God always for a web begun, Is sure to send the thread.”