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208    A.D. WOODBRIDGE.

While not an answering tone is heard,
She spies a verdant olive tree;
And soon within that shelt'ring bower,
She pours her very soul in song;
While other voices wake that hour,
Her gentle numbers to prolong.

Thus, when this heart is sad and lone,
As memory wakes her dirge-like hymn,
When Hope on heavenward wing hath flown,
And earth seems wrapped in shadows dim-
O! then a word, a glance, a smile,
A simple flower, or Childhood's glee,
Will each sad thought, each care beguile,
Till joy's bright fountain gushes free.

To-day its waters gladly stirr'd,
For Peace was nigh-that gentle Dove,
And sweet as song of forest bird,
Came the low voice of one I love;
And flowers, the smile of Heaven, were mine,
They whisper'd, "Wherefore art thou sad?
Of love, we are the seal and sign,
We come to make thy spirit glad."

Thus, ever, in the steps of grief,
Are sown the precious seeds of joy;
Each fount of Marah hath a leaf,
Whose healing balm we may employ.
Then, 'mid life's fitful, fleeting day,
Look up! the sky is bright above!
Kind voices cheer thee on thy way!
Faint spirit! trust the God of Love!

A.D. WOODBRIDGE.    209

TO LILLIE.

Where is the lily now?
Lily, sweet and fair!
Blossoms it 'neath forest bough,
Shedding fragrance there?
Doth the zephyr's softest kiss
Touch its petals sweet?
Would that I were woodland bough!
Or the zephyr fleet!

Doth the lily flourish now?
Doth it lift its head,
Joyfully, to meet the morn?
Are the night-dews shed
Lovingly, on petals bright?-
Would I were the dew!
Or a beam of matin light,
And I'd bless it too.

Lily! emblem meet art thou
Of a little child!
Such as Jesus loved to bless-
Meek, and undefiled.
We will trust her to His care,
To His faithful breast;-
Lillie dearest! Lillie fair!
There, with thee, we'll rest.

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