POETRY.
THE THBEE LITTLE CHAIRS. They sat alone by the bright wood fire, The grey-haired dame and the aged sire, Dreaming of the days gone by ; The tear drops fell on each wrinkled cheek, They both had thoughts they could not speak, And each heart uttered a sigh.
For their sad and tearful eyes descried Three little chairs placed side by side Against the sitting-room wail. Old-fashioned enough as there they stood, Their seats of flag and their frames o! wood, With their backs so straight and tall.
Then the sire shook his silvery head, And, with trembling voice, he gently said, " Mother, those empty chairs ! They bring us such sad thoughts to-night We'll put them for ever out of sight In the small, dark room upstairs."
But she answered, " Father, no ; not yet; For I look at them and I forget That the children are away; The hoys came back, and our Mary, too, With the apron on of checkered blue, And sit there every day.
Johnny still whittles a ship's tall masts, And Willie his leaden bullets casts, While Mary her patchwork sews; At evening the three childish prayers Go up to God from these little chairs So softly that no one knows. Johnny comes back from the billow deep ; Willie wakes from the battlefield sleep To say " good night" to rue ; Mary's a wife and mother no more, But a tired child whose playtime's o'er, And comes to rest at my knee.
So let them stand there, though empty now. And every time when alone we bow At the Father's throne to pray, We'll ask to meet the children above In our Saviour's home of rest and love, Where no child goeth away."
WHEN OUE SHIP COMES IN.
In a cottage that stood 'on the wild sea
shore A little one sat 'neath the vine-wreathed door, Shadowed and sad was that childish face, On the soft, pink cheek shone the teardrop's trace; For the childish toy—best loved by all— The poor little waxen-faced blue-eyed doll Was broken; smile not at the childish
pain. Nor the tears that wore dropping like silver rain.
But the gentle mother, with loving tone, Said, bending down by the little one, And kissing the mouth and dimpled chin, " Don't cry, iny love; when, our ship comes in We will get a new dolly, oh, far more fair. With brighter eyes and with softer hair; Now dry your tears, for 'twill surely be When our ship comes in from the far, wide sea."
Oh, that ship to come ! and how oft before Had the bright eyes watched from the cottage door, As with eager gaze they were watching
now For the gloaming sail and the rushing
prow; But oft she ran to her mother's side, Her sweet blue eyes with the gladness wido, As she pictured the wonderful pleasure to
be When our ship camo in from the distant sea.
The dearest gift and the best of all For her little heart was the darling doll; But oh! there were treasures, unknown, untold. All safely stowed in the precious hold; And standing thus with her beaming eyes, The tears all gone and her childish sighs, She turned the sweet face with its sniiies
to mo, And said, " Have you any ships at sea ?"
Child! you did not know the wild throb of
pam Those light words sent through my heart
and brain. Ah ! we all have ships on the stormy sea. Ah! weary watchers for them are we; Andiwhen the tempest and clouds are rife— When storms sweep over the sea of life, With tearful eyes, by tho sounding shore. We watched for them —we have watched
before; But all who weary and trembling wait For the coming ships with their precious freight, 'Tis known, O Father, to none but Thee, If they safely arrive or be lost at sea.
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Globe, Volume XXIV, Issue 2699, 1 December 1882, Page 4
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