Potery. MARY'S WARD.

Waikato Times, Volume XIX, Issue 1568, 22 July 1882, Page 5

Potery. MARY'S WARD.

My boy lay cradled for his last long ' j sleep, On the white pillow of hi« coffin-bed, I With rose-buds in his hand. I came to weep Above the stricken glory of his head. 'And, "Oh! I cannot have it so,"i I cried. " Come back to mo from Heaven, my babe, my own ! ( No sorrow such^as mino the whole world " wide Has ever seen!" was my unreasoning moan. Above me, where I wept my precious child, The dear Maddonna clasped her infap^ (Jon; I < And thus she seemed to say, — that Mary mild: « " II 0 mother, loved I not this little one ? Yet through a life of pain I saw him go, Till on the cruel cross I saw him die ! Be still and think, ia this, thy young heart's woe, Like my piercjW soul's long pain and agony ?" Such gentle pity seemed her lips to move, — The blessed Mother of tho blessed lord,— Her accents seem so full of tender lovo From that dear heart, ouce pierced by sorrow's sword, I said, " 0 Mary ! as thou lovedst thine, Guard thou the treasure I intrust to thee! Fold thy fond care, as I had folded mine, About my boy, and keep him safe for me!" And so I yielded him to her embrace. I know she keeps him through the long years gone ? I charge thee, Mary, when I see thy face, Lead back to me in Heaven thy ward, my son ! M. B. C. Sladj;.