Sense looks downwards, Faith above; But thou art gone! not lost, but flown. I would not ask thee if I could; Extracted from the "Floweret Gathered." THE LOST DARLING. SHE was my idol. Night and day to scan Her hand upon my garments, or her lip Close sealed to mine, and in the watch of night Soft on my cheek, was such a full content Her voice was like some tiny harp that yields Half fancying from her empty crib there comes A restless sound, and breathe the accustomed 66 words Hush, hush, Louisa, dearest!"—then I weep, As though it were a sin to speak to one Whose home is with the angels. Gone to God! And yet I wish I had not seen the pang Had taken its own, like some transplanted flower, In all its bloom and freshness. Gone to God! Be still, my heart! What could a mother's prayer, In all the wildest ecstasy of hope, Ask for its darling like the bliss of heaven? MRS. L. H. SIGOURNEY. THE REAPER. THERE is a Reaper whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, "Shall I have nought that is fair,” saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again.” He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves: It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. 66 My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled; "Dear tokens of the earth are they, 66 Where he was once a child. They shall all bloom in fields of light, And saints, upon their garments white, And the mother gave, in tears and pain, O, not in cruelty, not in wrath, earth LONGFELLOW. THE WANDERER RECLAIMED. A SHEPHERD long had sought in vain But yet the wanderer stood aloof, At last the gentle shepherd took The mother gazed with anguished look- 66 THE ALPINE SHEEP. AFTER our child's untroubled breath And friends came round with us to weep This story of the Alpine sheep Was told to us by one we love :— They, in the valley's sheltering care, Soon crop the meadow's tender prime; And when the sod grows brown and bare, The shepherd strives to make them climb |