Our Gift eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 82 pages of information about Our Gift.

Our Gift eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 82 pages of information about Our Gift.

TO THE PORTRAIT OF FATHER BALLOU, HANGING IN MURRAY HALL.

O, much-loved features!  Faithful counterpart
  Of one we love, and cherish, and revere;
Thy gentle influence shed o’er every heart,
  And be thy spirit ever present here.

Look from thy quiet resting-place on us,
  With that familiar smile so dear to all,
Which ever seems to speak of happiness,
  And every mourner would to hope recall.

Thro’ childhood’s sunny days and youth’s bright morn,
  Mid changes and mid sorrows, thou hast been
A light to guide, a hope to cheer and warm,
  And to the heart bring joy and peace again.

And for thine honored form how fit the place,
  Where childhood’s ear instruction would receive;
Preside o’er all, lend all our efforts grace,
  To learn God’s love, and on his word believe.

Thy Master’s faithful servant!  Who, in love,
  Took little children in his arms to bless;
While looking down from his bright home above,
  Through thee diffusing peace and holiness;

May his pure spirit ever with us dwell,
  Shedding o’er all our thoughts its heavenly ray;
Our hearts attune the song of praise to swell,
  And o’er our darkness pour eternal day.

And when thou’rt left alone, to bear the name
  Of him whose faithful emblem thou art made,
May thou through ages still endure the same,
  Though all around thee shall decay and fade.

May his dear memory, which through thee shall live
  Long in the places which his love has blest,
Shine as a beacon, life and light to give,
  And hope at last in God’s eternal rest.

SUSAN’S REPENTANCE AND APPEAL TO HER ELDER SISTER.

I once knew two sisters, the only companions of a widowed mother, who, though they had no relatives and but very few friends, and should therefore have been the more closely united in heart, were in the habit oftener of harshly rebuking and blaming, than of encouraging, assisting, and comforting each other.  I often wondered at this, as they both had many estimable traits of character, and could only account for it, not excuse it, by the fact, that they had been much separated in early life, and, since their reunion, had had to encounter many obstacles, and bear the weight of many heavy disappointments.  I confidently hoped and believed that the good sense of one or both of them, would in time lead them to see their error, and the sin of thus fretting and irritating each other.  Nor was I disappointed.  The younger, whose conscience was the most sensitive, first made the discovery, and immediately began trying to remedy the evil, and to induce her sister to aid her in the endeavor.  Imagining some of her thoughts and feelings, I have put them in rhyme.

We have done wrong, dear sister; and I’m very sad to-day: 
For I have felt how far we’ve strayed from wisdom’s blessed way;
Have felt how much of angry strife hath dwelt within our hearts,
And how, when that has entered in, Life’s happiness departs.

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