They fell upon the desert earth, like drops from heaven on high, Drops from an ocean tide of love which swells eternally. With love and tenderness Divine those crystal cells o'erflow; 'Tis GOD that weeps through human eyes for human guilt and woe. That hour has fled; those tears are told; the agony is passed: The LORD has wept; the LORD has bled; but He has not loved His last? His eye is downward bent, still ranging to and fro, Wherever in this wilderness there roams the child of woe. Nor His alone; the THREE in ONE, who looked through JESUS' eye, Could still the harps of angel bands to hear the suppliant sigh: And when the sinner chooses wrath, GOD mourns his hopeless lot, Deep breathing from His heart of love, "I would; but ye would not." THE LITTLE SWEEP. THE little sweep at break of day, I've had no parents since my birth, I wake and see the morning shine, No, not the very breath I draw: Hard fare, cold lodging, cruel toil, Youth, health, and strength consume: What tree could thrive in such a soil? What flower in soot could bloom? I thought none loved the chimney boy Into the Sunday School, and there M "That God loves little boys and girls Oh! if I thought that this was true, Said "Heaven was a happy place, I wish He'd say, "Come little sweep, Although I live in soot and dust, In robes of heavenly white I trust, THE DYING INDIAN AND HIS BIBLE. BESIDE the stream, beneath the forest tree, His Gospel message has with joy been heard, In dying case an Indian boy was laid; A heap of fern leaves formed his only bed, Yet leaves the mind so clear, the eye so bright, No mother's hand sustained his sinking head; Watched for his wants, and wept to see him die. To soothe each pain, and calm each anxious fear. As, holding fast the Word of Life, he said: But that was thinking of myself alone— No more he needs the lamp he loved so well, With CHRIST, the Living Word, for ever gone to dwell. C. S. W. TO SINCERE ROMAN CATHOLICS. KNEEL down. Thou hast a lonely hour, Can'st thou not say, "If I am right, "If I am right, then bid me still On bended knee the host adore; To worship wafer gods no more. |