"But when it faded slowly,
I knew it could not be,
For they are always shining;
Why come they not to me?"
"My child, when through your window
Shines down the moonlight clear,--
When all is still and silent,
And no kind friend is near,--
"Are you not glad and happy,
And full of thoughts of love?
Do you not think of heaven.
That brighter land above?
"These thoughts the angels bring you;
And though the gentle tone
Of their sweet voices comes not
When you are all alone;
"Yet they are always leaving,
For earth, their homes on high;
And though you cannot see them,
You feel that they are nigh."
THE CHILDHOOD OF JESUS.
[Illustration: Letter O.]
Of the childhood of our Saviour
Tells one simple verse alone;
Yet from that his whole behavior
When he was a child, is known.
He was subject to his mother,
So the holy Scriptures say;
'Tis enough, we need no other
Record of him day by day.
Thus we, his obedience knowing,
Know how gentle and how mild,--
How in truth and goodness growing
Was our Saviour from a child.
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