May our most valued blessings be
Obedience and love!
Our hearts, like that sweet sister's, full
Of teachings from above!
[Illustration]
THE TWO LULLABIES.
"Once songs as lullabies to thee I sung,
To sleep hath sung thee now an angel's tongue."
_From the German of Ruckert_.
[Illustration: Letter A.]
A lovely babe was lying
Upon its mother's breast;
And she, with soft, low music.
Was hushing it to rest.
The song was sweet and gentle,
And loving in its tone;
And in its touching tenderness
A mother's love was shown.
And still it floated onward,
With melody so deep,
Till closed the dark-fringed eyelids,
The baby was asleep.
And still beside his cradle
She sang the same low hymn,
Till he smiled, as he was sleeping,
At angel fancies dim.
Years passed.--The helpless infant
Was now a happy boy;
And often rang his laughter,
In notes of heartfelt joy.
Upon his mother's bosom
I saw the child again;
And his little head was drooping
In weakness and in pain.
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