THE BOTTOM DRAWER.

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume XV, Issue XV, 19 November 1880, Page 4

THE BOTTOM DRAWER.

There are whips and tops and pieces of strings, I There are shoes which no little feet wear, I There are bits of ribbon and broken rings, : Aud tresses of golden hair ; I There are little dresses folded away ■. • Out of the light of the. sunny day. i There are dainty jackets that never are worn ; ; There are toys and models of ships ; : There are books and pictures all faded and torn, . And marked by the finger-tips i Of dimpled hands that have fallen to dust, I Yet I Btrive to think that the Lord is just. ißu^-afeeiing-of.bitterness fills, my. soul Sometimes, when I try to pray, . ; That the reaper has spared do many flowers, And taken mine away, ' : And I almost doubt that. the Lord can know That'a mother's heart can love them bo. ' Tben I think of the many weary ones Who are wailing and watching to-night For the slow relurn of faltering feet . That have strayed from the pathß of right ; ; Who have darkened their lives by shame and [ •■-.-. Bin, . ■ • , ■ ■ ']■ , .. : Whom the snares of the tempter has gathered in. '■ • ' . ... .. .■ -. They wander-far in distant climes ; '. They perish by.fire and flood ; . And their hands are black with the direst . ., crimes ■ - . ■ , • • ' That kindle the wrath of God ; t/ . , s , . ; Yet a mot her ß song has soothed them to rest,". '. She haih lulled them to slumber upon her Lreust. ; And then I think of my'children .three*r- ! My babies that never grow old.— , , I And know they are waiting and watching for ! me.- -■ ' , ' '•' '■.'"."','•,' ' ; In the. city. with streetß of.gold— \\' :: '{' , i Safe, safe from the, cares ! of the 'weary years/ From sorrow; and sin 1 , and w&r, ':/ ':'"':' . ; ; And I thank my God, withfalfing tears, ' ' [ For the things in the bottom! drawer; ' : ..-.•■ ; — Boston Uommovineattli. ■