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Pure and j.i^ kling as the mountain rills, or calm and reviving as the brooks of the valley, they tend to show how the lambs of the flock may be invigorated on the hills of God, or be refreshed in the green pastures of spiritual teaching, while still enjoying the innocent playfulness of childhood, and the bright imaginings of youth. J. MIRIAM CRANE. Weston-sui'kk-Mark, Ai T( STREAMLETS OF SONG FO/^ THE YOUNG. tTbe Sono of a Summtc Stream* A FEW months ago I was singing through tlie snow, Though the dead brown boughs gave no hope of summer shoots, And my persevering fall Seemed to be no use at all. For the hard, hard frost would not let me reach the roots. Then the mists hung chill All along the wooded hill, And the cold, sad fog through my lonely dingles crept : I was glad I had no power To awake one tender flower To a sure, swift doom ! I would rather that it slept. 12 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. Still 1 sang all alone In the sweet old summer tonCj For the strong white ice could not hush me for a day ; Though no other voice was heard But the bitter breeze that whirred Past the gaunt grey trunks on its wild and angry way. So the dim days sped, While everything seemed dead, And my own poor flow seemed the only living sign ; And the keen stars shone When the freezing night came on, From the far, far heights, all so cold and crystalline. A few months ago I was singing through the snow ! But now the blessed sunshine is filling all the land, And the memories are lost Of the winter fog and frost, In the ])resence of the Summer with her full and glow- ing hand. Now the woodlark comes to drink At my cool and pearly brink, And the ladyfern is bending to kiss my rainbow foam ; And the wild-rose buds entwine With the dark-leaved bramble vine. And the centuried oak is green round the bright-eyed squirrel's home. THE SONG OF A SUMMER STREAM. 13 the full and glad content That my little song is blent With the all-melodious mingling of the choristers around ! 1 no longer sing alone Through a chill surrounding moan, For the very air is trembling with its wealth of summer sound. Though the hope seemed long deferred, Ere the south wind's whisper heard Gave a promise of the passing of the weary winter day.s, Yet the blessing was secure, For the summer time was sure When the lonely songs are gathered in the mighty choir of praise. H STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. ^flowers. Buds and bells! Sweet April pleasures, tjpringmg all around, White and gold and crimson treasures, irom the cold unlovely ground ' He who gave them grace and hue Made the little children too ! When the weary little flowers Close their starry eyes, By the dark and dewy hours Strength and freshness God supplies. He who sends the gentle dew Cares for little children too. Then He gives the pleasant weather, Sunshine warm and free, Making all things glad together, Kmd to them and kind to me Lovely flowers ! He loveth you. And the little children too ! Though we cannot hear you singin- Softly chiming lays, ^ Surely God can see you bringing Silent songs of wordless praise ! Hears your anthem, sweet and true, Hears the little children too. G. MY LITTLE TREE. 15 ^5 Xfttle xrree. They tell me that my little tree Is only just my age, but see, Already ripe and rosy fruit Is peeping under every shoot ! How little have I brought, But withered leaves of foolish thought ; And angry words like thorn, How many have I borne ! No fruit my little tree can bring Without the gentle rain of spring; Nor could it ever ripen one, Without the glowing summer sun : O Father ! shed on me Thy Holy Spirit from above. That I may bring to Thee The golden fruit of love. Let sunshine of Thy grace increase The pleasant fruit of joy and peace, With purple bloom of gentleness, That most of all my home may bless; While faith and goodness meet In ruby ripeness rich and sweet ; Let these in me be found. And evermore abound. "% i6 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR TIJE YOUNG. XTbe Bower, Will you come out and see My pretty bower with me, My sweet little house that lilac boughs have made; With windows up on high, Through which I see the sky, And look up to Him who made the pleasant shade? The sunbeams come and go So brightly too and fro, Like angels of light, too dazzling to be seen ! They weave a curtain fair About my doorway there, And paint all my walls with shining gold and green I have sweet music too, And lovely songs for you. To hear in my house among the lilac leaves; For breezes softly play, And robins sing all day ; I think this is praise that God on high receives. — ^ 'OUNG. THE MOON. 17 e made ; It shade ? d green ^es. TTbe /iDoon. "The moon walking in brightness. "-Job xxxi. 26. Nor long ago the moon was dark, No hght she gave or gained ; She did not look upon the sun, So all her glory waned. Now through the sky so broad and high, In robe of shining whiteness, Among the solemn stars of God, She walks in brightness. Look up to Him who is the Sun, The true and Only Light, And seek the glory of His face, His smile so dear and bright. Then making gladness all around. By gentleness and rightness, You too shall shine with light divine, And walk in brightness. ^ l8 t STREAMLETS OF SONG TOR THE YOUA'C. Starg. 'I'HE golden glow is paling Between the cloudy bars ; I'm watching in the twilight To see the little stars. I wish that they would sing to night Their song of long ago ;* If we were only nearer them, What might we hear and know ! Are they the eyes of Angels, That always wake to keep A loving watch above us. While we are fast asleep ? Or are they lamps that God has lit From His own glorious light, To guide the little children's souls Whom He will call to-night ? We hardly see them twinkle In any summer night. But in the winter evenings They sparkle clear and bright. When the morning stars sang together. "—Job xxxviii. 7 STAHS. Is this to tell the little ones, ^ ^ So hungry, cold, and sad, That there's a shining home for them Where all is warm and glad ? More beautiful and glorious, And never cold and far. Is He who always loves them, The Bright and Morning Star. I wish those little children knew That holy, happy light ! I'Ord Jesus, shine on them, I pray, And make them glad to-night. 19 io STKEAMLE'IS OF SONG FOR THE yOUNC. Mbo will tafte Care of /iDe ? Who will take care of me ? darling, you say ! Lovingly, tenderly watched as you are ! Listen ! I give you the answer to-day, ONE who is never forgetful or far ! He will take care of you ! all through the day, Jesus is near you to keep you from ill ; Walking or resting, at lessons or play, Jesus is with you and watching you still. He will take care of you ! all through the night, Jesus, the Shepherd, His little one keeps ; Darkness to Him is the same as the light ; He never slumbers and He never sleeps. He will take care of you ! all through the year, Crowning each day with His kindness and love, Sending you blessing and shielding from fear, Leading you on to the bright home above. He will take caro of you ! yes, to the end ! Nothing can alter His love to His own. Darling, be glad that you have such a Friend, He will not leave you one moment alone ! TRUST. 31 (lay, xrrust Sadly bend the flowers, In the heavy rain ; After beating showers, Sunbeams come again. Little birds are silent AH the dark night through ; When the morning dawneth, Their songs are sweet and new. When a sudden sorrow Comes like cloud and night, Wait for God's to-morrow ; All will then be bright. Only wait and trust Him Just a little while ; After evening teardrops Shall come the morning smile. *(''t 22 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. O SWEET Sabbath bells ! A message of musical chiming Ye bring us from God, and we know what you say • Now rising, now falling, So tunefully calling His children to seek Him, and praise Him to-day. The day we love best ! The brightest and best of the seven. The pearl of the week, and the light of our way; We hold it a treasure, And count it a pleasure. To welcome its dawning and praise Him to-day. O sweet Sabbath rest ! The gift of our Father in heaven ; A herald sent down from the home far away, With peace for the weary, And joy for the dreary ; Then, oh! let us thank Him, and praise Him to-day. Rejoice and be glad ! 'Tis the day of our Saviour and Brother The Life that is risen, the Truth and the Way :' Salvation He brought us. When wand'ring He sought us, With blood He hath bought us ; then praise Him to-day! A PRAYER. »3 Lord, in mercy pardon me All that I this day have done : Sins of every kind 'gainst Thee, O forgive them through Thy Son. Make me, Jesus, like to Thee, Gentle, noly, meek, and mild, My transgressions pardon me, O forgive a sinful child. Gracious Spirit, listen Thou, Enter in my willing heart. Enter and possess it now, Never, Lord, from me depart. O eternal Three in One, Condescend to bend Thine ear ; Help me still towards heaven to run. Answer now my humble prayer. 24 ■'^rA'EAMU^TS OF SONG FOA' THE YOUNG. IPra^er before Cburcb. Lord, I am in Thy house of prayer, Oh, teach me rightly how to pray; ' Incline to me Thy gracious ear, And listen, Lord, to what I say. Give me, O Lord, a praying heart, And also an attentive ear; Help me to choose the better part, And teach me Thee to love and fear. VOUiVG. F.VEtVmG PK.iyEh'. •..> Now the light has gone away, Saviour, listen while I pray, Asking Thee to watch and keep, And to send me quiet sleep. Jesus, Saviour, wash away All that has been wrong to-day, Help me every day to be Good and gentle, more like Thee. Let my near and dear ones be Always near and dear to Thee ; Oh, bring me and all I love To Thy happy home above. I^Iow my evening praise I give ; Ihou didst die that I might live, All my blessings come from Thee ; Oh, how good Thou art to me ! Thou, my best and kindest Friend, Thou wilt love me to the end ! Let me love Thee more and more, Always better than before ! 26 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. ^b» lftfnat>om Come. God of heaven ! hear our singinir ; Only httle ones are we, Vet a great petition bringing, Father, now we come to Thee. I^et Thy kingdom come, we pray 'J'hee Let the world in Thee find rest • Let all know Thee, and obey Thee, Loving, praising, blessing, blessed ! Let the sweet and joyful story Of the Saviour's wondrous love, Wake on earth a song of glory, Like the angels' song above.' Father, send the glorious hour, Every heart be Thine alone ! For the kingdom, and the power, And the glory are Thine own. 1^ AUNTIE'S LESSONS. 27 Buntte's Xessons. They said their texts, and their hymns they sang, On that sunny Sabbath day ; And yet there was time ere the church bell rang, So I bid them trot away, And leave me to rest and read alone Where the ash tree's shade o'er the lawn was thrown. But oh ! 'twas a cry and a pleading sore, "Oh, Auntie ! we will not tease, But tell us one Sunday story more ; We will sit so still on the grassy floor. Tell us the one you told before Of little black Mumu, please ! Whom, deaf and dumb, and sick and lone. The good ship brought to Sierra Leone." Willie begged loud, and Francie low, And Alice, who could resist her? Certainly not myself, and so The story was just beginning, when lo ! To the rescue came my sister. "/will tell you a story to-day; Aunt Fanny has all her own lessons to say.'" III! I' 28 STliEAMLETS OF SONG FOR 7 HE YOUNG. Wonderful notion, and not at all clear ' Alfred looked quite astounded. Who in the world my lessons could hear ^ They guessed at every one far and near, " 'Twas a mystery unbounded. 1 hey settled at last that it must be Cxrandjjapa Havergal over the sea. Then merry eyes grew grave and wise, On tiptoe Alice trod ; She had a better thought than they And whispered low, "Does Auntie say Her lessons all to God ? " How little the import deep she knew Of those baby-words, so sweet and true ! Little she knew what they enfold !— _ A treasure of happy thought- A tmy casket of virgin gold, With jewels of comfort fraught Great men's wisdom may pass away, Dear Alice's words in my heart will stay ETHEI.BERrs " CO AUNG HOME IN THE DARA':'2<^ JEtbelberrs *' Coming ibome tn tbe Barft." Did I tell you how we went to tea, All by yrselves, with kind Mrs. B. ? And how we came home in the dark so late, I think it was nearly half-past eight ! We liked the tea, and all the rest, But coming home in the dark was best, — Best of all ! oh, it luas such fun, The nicest thing we have ever done. Nurse took Willie, and Bertha took me,— ' " Bertha is such a great girl, you see ; She sometimes says to us, "Now, little boys, Don't you make such a dreadful noise, You will wake little Sybil with all your riot ! " And then we have to be— oh, so quiet ! She is nearly eight, and ever so tall ; But Willie and I are not very small ; We are six years old, and our birthdays came Both on one day, the very same. So people say we are little twins. And as much alike as two little pins. And Papa likes having a pair of boys. Although we make such a dreadful noise ; " Much more amusing," we heard him say, " Than a couple of odd ones any day ! " i m ;l i 30 SrA'EAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. It was only so very dark down below Along the lane where the blackberries grow For the little Stars were out in the sky ' And we laughed to see them, Willie and I For they twinkled away, so quick and bright, I think they were laughing at us that night And one or two of them tried to p^ep • But very soon they were all asleep, ' Por the Wind kept singing their lullaby. And we felt quite vexed with him. Willie and I I thmk the Moon asked if she might not stay lohght us a little bit more of the way ^' But he whistled quite loud, and we tho'ught he said, iNO, no, no, you must go to bed ' " The good little Moon did what she was b'd And under the curtains her pretty face hid ' A bright one got up from behind a tree ' And peeped at Bertha and Willie and me • And round the corner we saw another ' Playing at hide-and-seek with his brother Popping out from a cloud, and then Running behind it to hide again And then the kind little Moon came out 1 o take care of the Stars as they played about ; She looked so quiet and good, we thought That perhaps they went to her school to be taught And to learn from her how to shine so bright; '' But Grandmamma told us we did not guess right For the Moon goes to school herself to the Sun • Do you think she meant it only in fun ? m ETIIELBERTS '-COMING HOME IN THE DARK'." ^x Then all of a sudden the Wind ran by, And flew up to kiss the Stars in the sky ; He tucked them up, and said good-night, And drew the curtain round them tight. That was a great dark cloud, you see, That hid the Stars from Willie and me. I think they were sorry to go to bed, For they did not look tired at all, we said ; And one or two of them tried to peep ; But very soon they were all asleep, For the Wind kept singing their lullaby. And we felt quite vexed with him, Willie and 1. I think the Moon asked if she might not stay To light us a little bit more of the way. But he whistled quite loud, and we thought he said, " No, no, no ! you must go to bed ! " The good little Moon did what she was bid, And under the curtains her pretty face hid ; And then it got darker and darker still ; Nurse said she was setting behind the hill. So perhaps she was tired, and glad to go ; It's a long way across the sky, you know. We were not afraid, but we did not talk As we came along the avenue walk ; And we did not qnite like looking back. For the pretty green trees were all quite black. But I whispered to Willie that God was there. And we need not be frightened, for He would take care. Irill i 32 •^TA'A^AAILETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. And then all at once we saw the light in the dinmg-room window, ever so bright • And up we came through the little gate,-' Oh xtwas so nice to come home so late ! And then we gave a famous shout, I^or dear Mamma herself came out To meet us, just as we got to the door; But she had not expected us home before And then we took it by turns to talk, And tell them about the tea and the walk • And Papa ^/^ laugh so,-we wondered';- At what we told him, Willie and I. * LOVING MESSAGES FOR THE LITTLE ONES. 3.^ Xopin^ /IDesBages for tbe Xfttle ©nes. Every little flower that grows, Every little grassy blade, Every little dewdrop, shows Jesus cares for all He made ; Jesus loves, and Jesus knows ! So you need not be afraid ! Fair the blossoms opening early ! For the dew Fell upon them, cool and pearly, Brightening every hue. Like a little thirsty flower. Lift your face. Seek the gentle, holy shower Of the Spirit's grace. Grace and glory ! They are yours Through the Saviour's dying love ; For His own sweet word endures Longer than the stars above. It shall never pass away. So trust His living love to-day. c 34 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. Have you not a song for Jesus ? All the little buds and flowers, AH the merry birds and breezes, All the sunbeams and the showers, Praise Him in their own sweet way ! What have you to sing to-day ? Bring your happiest songs, and sing For your Saviour and your King. Opening flowers I send to you With a message sweet and true. They may fade, but Jesus lives, Peace and grace and joy He gives. Come to Him, and you will know What He waiteth to bestow. THE DYING SISTEN. 35 ^^c D^fno Sister. Darling boy, Sister's joy, With your loving smile, Kiss me now, On my brow, Stay with me awhile ! He who has loved me, He whom I longed to see, Calls me away ; I must not stay. He is near, True and dear, Darling, do not cry ! Jesus too Loveth you. Loves you more than I. Kneel by my pillow here. Tell Him the sorrow, dear ; He is so kind. This you will find. 36 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. Angels bright, Robed in light, In that happy home, Singing wait At the gate, Till He bids me come. Soon, brother, I shall see Him who has died for me ; I am so glad. Yet you are sad. Hymn and prayer We did share. Many an evening past ; Jesus heard Every word, This may be the last. Ere next the light grows dim, 1 may be there with Him, Praising Him too. Waiting for you ! BEGIN AT ONCE. 37 3BeGln at ©ncc. BAND OF HOPE SONG. Begin at once ! In the pleasant days, While we are all together, While we can join in prayer and praise, While we can meet for healthful plays, In the glow of summer weather. Begin at once, with heart and hand. And swell the ranks of our happy band. Begin at once ! For we do not know What may befall to-morrow ! Many a tempter, many a foe Lieth in wait where'er you go, With the snare that leads to sorrow, Begin at once ! nor doubting stand. But swell the ranks of our happy band. Begin at once ! There is much to do ; Oh, do not wait for others ! Join us to-day ! — be brave and true ; Join us to-day ! — there's room for you. And a welcome from your brothers. Begin at once ! for the work is grand That God has given to our happy band. 38 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOK THE YOUNG. Begin at once ! In the strength of God, For that will never fail you ; Under His banner, bright and broad, You shall be safe from fear and fraud, And from all that can assail you. Begin at once — with resolute stand. And swell the ranks of our happy band. M HAPPY NEW YEAN, 39 a Ibapp8 iwew l^ear. A HAPPY New Year ! Oh, such may it be ! Joyously, surely, and fully for thee ! Fear not and faint not, but be of good cheer, And trustfully enter thy Happy New Year ! Happy, so happy ! Thy Father shall guide. Protect thee, preserve thee, and always provide ! Onward and upward along the right way Lovingly leading thee day by day. Happy, so happy ! Thy Saviour shall be Ever more precious and present with thee ! Happy, so happy ! His Spirit thy Guest, Filling with glory the place of His rest. Happy, so happy ! Though shadows around May gather and darken, they flee at the sound Of the glorious Voice, that saith, " Be of good cheer ! " Then joyously enter Thy Happy New Year ! 40 "STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. IRcw l^car ibsmn, Jesus, blessed Saviour, Help us now to raise Songs of glad thanksgiving. Songs of holy praise. O how kind and gracious Thou hast always been ! O how many blessings Every day has seen ! Jesus, blessed Saviour, Now our praises hear, For Thy grace and favour Crowning all the year. Jesus, holy Saviour, Only Thou canst tell How we often stumbled, How we often fell ! All our sins (so many !), Saviour, Thou dost know ; In Thy blood most precious, Wash us white as snow. Jesus, blessed Saviour, Keep us in Thy fear. Let Thy grace and favour Pardon all the year. NEW YEA/^ HYMN. Jesus, loving Saviour, Only Thou dost know All that may befall us As we onward go. So we humbly pray Thee, Take us by the hand. Lead us ever upward, To the Better Land. Jesus, blessed Saviour, Keep us ever near. Let Thy grace and favour Shield us all the year. Jesus, precious Saviour, Make us all Thine own, Make us Thine for ever, Make us Thine alone. Let each day, each moment. Of this glad New Year, Be for Jesus only, Jesus, Saviour dear. Then, O blessed Saviour, Never need we fear, For Thy grace and favour Crown our bright New Year ! 41 42 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. CanMemas Da^. Yes, take the greenery away That smiled to welcome Christmas Day, Untwine the drooping ivy spray. The holly leaves are dusty all, Whose glossy darkness robed the wall, And one by one the berries fall. Take down the yew, for with a touch The leaflets drop, as wearied much With light and song, unused to such. Poor evergreens ! Why proudly claim The glory of your lovely name. So soon meet only for the flame ? Another Christmas Day will show Another green and scarlet glow, A fresh array of mistletoe. And this new beauty, arch or crown. Will stiffen, gather dust, grow brown. And in its turn be taken down. CANDLEMAS DA Y. To-night the walls will seem so bare ! Ah, well ! look out, look up, for there The Christinas stars are always fair. They will be shining just as clear Another and another year, O'er all our darkened hemisphere. So Christmas mirth has fleeted fast, The songs of time can never last, And all is buried with the past. But Christmas love and joy and peace, Shall never fade and never cease. Of God's goodwill the rich increase. 43 44 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. O HASTE, O haste to the fields away ! For dawneth now the month of May ; O leave the city's crowded street, And luiste ye noy/ sweet May to greet. For May is come on fairy wings, And thousand beauties with her brings The fairest month of all the year, Oh, we'.: can she the sad heart cheer. Nature her jewelry displays. Unfolds her gems to meet our gaze : Bright leaves and buds of emerald hue,' Forget-me-nots of turquoise blue. '"^h.t pearly lily's drooping bells. Listen ! a tale it sweetly tells : "If God so clothe the lihes fair, Much more may ye trust in His care." The sapphire gentianella bright. The shining king-cup's golden light, Carnation's ruby hues behold. And silvery daisy set with gold. MA Y DA v. Of these we'll twine a garland gay, Meet for the brow of beauteous May ; And see, they gain a brighter hue By glittering drops of diamond dew. Now hark ! what sound so sweetly floats Upon the breeze ? The cuckoo's notes, How far they come to welcome May, And pour for us the simple lay. 45 ?,} 46 '"STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. zrbe Dawn of /iDa». Come away, come away, in the dawn of May, When the dew is sparkling bright ; When the woods are seen All in golden green ^ In the crystal, crystal light. The sweet perfume of violet bloom, And hawthorn fragrance rare, From the cool mossy shade, Or the warm sunny glade. Is filling all the air. Come away, come away, in the dawn of May, When the lark and the white cloud meet : When the tuneful breeze. In the old oak trees, Is harping; harping sweet. With joyous thrill and merry trill. The thrush and blackbird vie, As they chant loving lays, ^ And a full song of praise. To the Lord of earth and sky. THE DA IVN OF MA Y. Come away, come away, in the dawn of May, In the pearly morning-time. When the cowslips spring, And the blue-bells ring Their fairy, fairy chime. With happy song, we march along, And carol on our way, One in heart, one in voice. Let us all now rejoice In the sunny dawn of May. 47 48 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. ascension Song, •'He ascended up on high."— Eph. iv. 8. Golden harps are sounding, Angel voices ring, Pearly gates are opened — Opened for the King ; Christ, the King of Glory, Jesus, King of Love, Is gone up in triumph To His throne above. All His work is ended. Joyfully we sing, Jesus hath ascended ! Glory to our King ! He who came to save us. He who bled and died, Now is crowned with glory At His Father's side. Never more to suffer, Never more to die : Jesus, King of Glory, Is gone up on high. All His work is ended, Joyfully we sing, Jesus hath ascended ! Glory to our King ! AiCEA'SION SONG. Praying for His children, In that blessed place, Calling them to glory, Sending them His grace ; His bright home preparing, Faithful ones, for you ; Jesus ever liveth, Ever loveth too. All His work is ended, Joyfully we sing, Jesus hath ascended ! Glory to our King ! 49 so STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. ^be Ibappiest Cbristmas Da». Sybil, my little one, come away, I have a plan for Christmas Day : Put on your hat, and trot with me, A dear little suffering girl to see. 'Tis not very far, and there's plenty of time, For the bells have not begun to chime : So, Sybil, over the sparkling snow. To dear little Lizzie let us go. Dear little Lizzie is ill and weak, Only just able to smile ar.d speak. Yesterday morning I stood by her bed : Now, shall I tell you what she said ? " Christmas is coming to-morrow," said L " I shall be happy ! » was Lizzie's reply ; " Happy, so happy ! » I wish you had heard How sweetly and joyously rang that word. " Dear little Lizzie, lying in pain. With never a hope to be better again, Lying so lonely, what will you do ? Why will the day be so happy to you ? " \\\ SI THE HAPPIEST CHA'/STMAS DA V. Lizzie looked up with a smile as bright As If she were full of some new delight • ^"^.''^^^^^.^f''^'^^^ Just parted to sly, I shall thmk of Jesus all Christmas day!" How would you like her to take the spray Of red-berned holly I gave you to-day ? Tht P !J''l°" ^''' ^''' '^'^ P'^^'y ^'-^^'^^^ too I hat Bertha has made with ivy and yew? The green and the scarlet would brighten the gloom Of dear httie Lizzie's shady room • And Sybil, I know she would like us to sing A Christmas song of the new-born Kin^ Iff- Sybil, my little one, if we do. It will help us to -think of Jesus too:" And I izzie was right, for that is the wav lo have the happiest Christmas Day ' 52 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. Now let us sing the Angels' Song, That rang so sweet and clear, When heavenly light and music fell On earthly eye and ear. To Him we sing, our Saviour King, Who always deigns to hear : "Glory to God ! and peace on earth." He came to tell the Father's love, His goodness, truth, and grace ; To show the brightness of His smile. The glory of His face ; With His own light, so full and bright, The shades of death to chase. "Glory to God ! and peace on earth.'" He came to bring the weary ones True peace and perfect rest ; To take away the guilt and sin Which darkened and distressed ; That great and small might hear His call. And all in Him be blessed. "Glory to God ! and peace on earth." THE AXGELS' SOW;, Me came to bring a glorious gift, "(ioochvill to men ;"— and why? Hcaiuse He loved us, Jesus came For us to live and die. 'i'iien, sweet and long, the Angeis' Song Again wc raise on high : "Glory to God ! and peace on earth." 53 54 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. Cbrlstmag Sunsblne, Do the angels know the blessed day, And strike their harps anew ? Then may the echo of their lay Float sweetly down to you, And fill your soul with Christmas song That your heart shall echo your whole life long. Jesus came !— and came for me ! Simple words ! and yet expressing Depths of holy mystery, Depths of wondrous love and blessing. Holy Spirit, make me see AH His coming means for me ; Take the things of Christ, I pray. Show them to my heart to-day. I Oh, let thy heart make melody, And thankful songs uplift, For Christ Himself is come to be The glorious Christmas gift. ^ BIRTIWA Y MOTTOES. 55 Bfrtb^a» /iDottoes. May the tale the years are telling, Always be Like an angel-anthem swelling Through thy spirit's quiet dwelling, Till the glory all-excelling Dawn for thee. Many a happy year be thine, If our Father will ! He has traced the fair design, He will fill it, line by line, Working patiently, until Thy completed life shall shine, Glorious in the life divine. -0- Many and happy thy birthdays be ! In the light of heaven arrayed ; With the rainbow arching every cloud When the pathway lies in shade ; And full and far may the blessing flow, That thy future life is made. 5t> ^'iTA'EAMl.Els OF SONG FOK JI/E yoUNC. Love would strew upon thy way Fairest, freshest flowers to-day ; Love would daily, hourly shed iJrightest sunbeams on thy head. So she prays : that heavenly grace' Be thy flower-awakening dew, And the brightness of His face ' Gild thy life with sunshine true. M. /-. c:s /,7/v' ////;./>' c'A 'Olt^N. SI /IB. X. C/5 :«Blrtbt>a» Crown. Only just a line to siiy, Miriam, on this summer day, What my spirit's lov- v.-ould breathe, While thy birthda .:,ovvn I wreathe.' Crown ! How many a mingled thought i^ that little word is brought ! Yet may each enlinked be In a birthday wish for thee. One who wears a crown should reign Sovereign, over some domain ; Held by thee, love's fairy sway Still may every heart obey. First we think of royal gems, Coronets and diadems ; Twere an idle wish, I ween, Be thou happy as a Queen ! To another crown we turn. While our loving hearts would burn, Worn by Him who on the tree, Miriam, hath died for thee. 58 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. By that thorn-enwoven crown, By the life for thee laid down, May thy every fleeting year Bring thee to His love more near ! Then the crown of golden light, Worn by those who walk in white, May that be thy blest rew„rd In the presence of thy Lord ! JOHNHENRV C.'S THIRD BIRTHDAY. 59 TTo 3obn ibenrj? c — on bfs Xi;bfr& BirtbDag, Blessings on thee, darling boy, Peace and love and gentle joy .' May the coronal they twine Through the dream of life be thine! Little hast thou known of life, Of its sorrow, of its strife, Thine not yet dark Future's blast, Thine not yet a shadowy Past. ^Vhile we reck of coming years, Strangely mingling hopes and fears, What are sober thoughts to thee, In the tide of birthday glee ! Thou art beautiful and bright. Daily wakening new deh'ght, Would that we the prize could hold, Always keep thee three years old ! No, not always ; thou may'st be Something brighter yet to see, Noble-hearted, lofty-souled. When more years have o'er thee rolled. 6o STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. Love is watching round thee now, Tracing sunbeams on thy brow; Never be her mission done To thy father's only son ! Yet a higher, deeper love AVatcheth o'er thee from above ; Then thy fount of motive be Love to Him who loveth thee. Darling, may thy years below Like a strain of music flow, Ever sweeter, purer, higher. Till it swell the angel choir. Be thy life a star of light. Glistening through earth's stormy night, Shining then with glorious ray Through the One Eternal Day. COMING '' AGE. 6i ComfitQ of Hoe. \Vhat do we seek for him to-day, who, through such golden gates Of mirth and gladness, enters now where life before him waits ? 'xMid light and flowers the feast is spread, and young and old rejoice. And motto texts speak out for all, with earnest, loving voice. The threefold blessing Israel heard three thousand ye? ago, years O grant it may on him to-day in power and fulness flow; For, faithful and unchangeable, each word of God is sure Though heaven and earth shall pass away. His promises endure. The Angel of the Covenant, redeeming from all ill Both son and father, bless the lad, and every prayer Nor only bless, but make him, too, a blessing. Lord, from Thee : With length of days O satisfy; let him Thy glory see. n ' h i 62 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. Through all the journey of his life, Thy presence with him go ; Rest in Thee here, and ivith Thee there, do Thou, O Lord, bestow. keep him faithful unto death, then grant to him, we pray. The crown of glory and of life, that fadeth not away. So shall the father's soul be glad for him he holds so dear, A son whose heart is truly wise in God's most holy fear ; And hallowed be our festal joy with gratitude and praise; Forget not all His benefits, whose kindness crowns our days. Then glory in the highest be to Him, our Strength and Song; May every heart uplift its part, in blessings deep and long. Through Him who died that we might live, our thanks to God ascend, The King of kings, and Lord of lords, our Saviour and our Friend. THE CHI [,D REN'S TRIUMPH. 6.1 Ube Cbil&ren'6 Udumpb. The Sunbeams came to my window, And said, ''Come out and see The sparkle on the river, The blossom on the tree ! " But never a moment parleyed I With the bright-haired Sunbeams' call ! Though their dazzling hands on the leaf they laid, I drew it away to the curtain shade, Where a sunbeam could not fall. The Robins came to my window, And said, " Come out and sing ! Come out and join ^he chorus Of the festival of Spring ! " But never a carol would I trill In the festival of May ; But I sat alone in my shadowy room, And worked away in its quiet gloom. And the Robins flew away. The Children came to my window, And said, " Come out and play ! Come out with us in the sunshine, 'Tis such a glorious day ! " 64 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOA' THE YOUNG. Then never another word I wrote, And my desk was put away ! When the Children called me, what could I do ? The Robins might fail, and the Sunbeams too, But the Children won the day ! COMING INTO 7 HE SHADE. 65 Comino into tbe Sba^e. Out in the midsummer sunshine, Out in the golden hght, Merrily helping the gardener, Ever so busy and bright, With tiny barrow and rake and noe, Helena flitted to and fro. But the midsummer sun rose higher Over the flowery spot ; "I must rest a little now," she said, " I am so tired and hot. O let me come to you and look At the pictures in your beautiful book." Why we should leave the sunny lawn She did not understand, But cheerily, trustfully, Helena laid In mine her little brown hand, And I led ner away to a shady roo.n. To rest in the coolness and the gloom. For she could not have seen the pictures Out in that dazzling light ; The book was there with its colours fair, But the sunshine was too bright. But in the shade I could let her look At the pictures in my beautiful book. E C6 STA'EAMJ.E'/S OF ^ONG J'OK THE YOUNG. " I have never ':ecn them before," she said, "I am so glaJ I came ! And the gardener will manage the flowers, I think. Without me, ^ List the same ! And I need not trouble at all, you know, About my barrow and rake and hoe." So ]iage after page was gently turned. As I show ' her one by one. And told her ..hat the pictures meant. Till the beautiful book was done. And then — I shall not soon forget The loving kiss of my tiny pet. And notv — I shall not soon forget The lesson she had taught, How from the sunshine into the shade God's little ones are brought, That they may see what He could not show Among the flowers in the summer glow. I THE SUNDAY BOOK. (>1 Ki^vu to him, Connie, read as you sit Cosy and warm in the great arm-chair, Let your hand press lovingly, lightly there, Let the gentle touch of your sunny hair Over his cheek like a soft breeze flit. Read to him, Connie ! The house is still The week-day lessons, the week-day pla^, And the week-day worries are hushed away In the golden calm of the Holy Day • He will listen now if ever he will. ' Read to him, Connie, read while you may ' For the years will pass, and he must go Out m the cold world's treacherous flow Danger and trial and evil to know - ' He may drift in the dark, far, far away ! Now he is happy and safe in the nest Teach him to warble the songs of home Teach him to soar but never to roam Only to soar to a starry dome Linking with heaven the hearts he loves best 68 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. Read to him, Connie ! Read what you love, Holy and sweet be your Sabbath choice ; And the music that dwells in a sister's voice Shall lure him to listen while angels rejoice, As the soft tones blend with the harps above. Read to him, Connie ! Read of the One Who loves him mos^, yes, more than you ! Read of that love, so great, so true. Love everlasting, yet ever new; For who can tell but his heart may be won ! Read to him, Connie ! For it may be That your Sunday book, like a silver bar Of steady light from a guiding star. May gleam in memory, clear and far. Across the waves of a wintry sea. m % BABY'S TURN. 69 Babe's TTurn, Tiny feet so busy in a tiny patter out of sight, Little hands escaping from protecting doily white chair -"^ eagerness, and one that grasps tlie baby All impatient ! Baby darling, must not sister have a share ? Only just a moment, dearie; coming, coming! don't be vexed ! Only just a moment, darling, then we'll sec whose turn IS next ! Ah, she knows as well as we do ! Baby's turn is come at last ; Now the little mouth may open; gently, gently, not too fast. Baby's turn ! To-day 'tis only for the fruit so nice and sweet, But a far-away to-morrow hastens on with silent feet; When the yesterdays of life are clearest in our dimming gaze, ^ Baby's vision will be filled with brightly realized to-days. Baby's turn for fair unfolding in the sunny girlhood tim.. For the blossom and the breezes, for the carol and the chime ; 70 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. Baby's turn to wear the crown of womanhood upon her brow, Heavier but nobler than the fairy gold which glitters now. Baby's turn to care for others, and to kiss away the tear, For the joy of ministration to the suffering or the dear, For the happiness of giving help and comfort, love and life, Whether walking all alone, or as a blessed and blessing wife. Baby's turn for this and more, if God should give her length of days ; — For the calmness of experience and the retrospect of praise. For the silver trace of sorrows glistening in the sunset ray. For the evening stillness falling on the turmoil of the day. What though Baby's turn may come for bitter griefs and wearing fears ! Love shall lighten every trial — love that prays and love that hears. See ! she watches and she wonders till the reverie is o'er ; Did she think she was forgotten ? Now 'tis Baby's turn once more ! !l! FOR CIIARfTY. 71 for Cbatit\?. The sun is burning ! O little maiden, Thou hast sweet water, is it for m*, ? I am so thirsty, so heavy-laden, Give me cool water, for charity ! Sparkling and gleaming. The crystal streaming Seems but awaiting my only plea — I am so thirsty, so heavy-laden, Give me cool water, for charity ! O gentle maiden, I thirst no longer, But sweeter waters thou hast for me. Then pour them freely, from fountain stronger, Sweet thoughts of kindness, for charity. The world is only A pathway lonely, And hearts are waiting for sympathy ; Then pour them freely, from fountain stronger, Sweet thoughts of kindness, for charity ! 72 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. O little maiden, 'tis thine to brighten, Like sparkling waters, life's lonely lea ; All grief to soften, all joy to heighten With love and gladness, for charity ! Thus onward flowing, All good bestowing, A stream of blessing thy life shall be. All grief to brighten, all joy t( heighten With love and gladness, for charity ! ffr l.'l$ SEV£I?N SONG. 73 Severn Song. The Severn flow is soft and fair, as slowly The light grows dim ; The sunset glow is soft and full, and holy As evening hymn. We float along beneath the forest darkling. Blending with song the silenc- of the hour : We swiftly glide where rapids bright and sparkling Bear us beside the ruddy rock and tower. O softly, softly row in measured time. While nearer, nearer swells the curfew chime. Now, now again adown the current shooting. New joy we hail ; While through the forest thrills the fairy i :ing Of nightingale. O sweeter and sweeter that hidden lay, That in the twilight dies away. Then merrily onward ! O merrily row ! And smoothly swift, O Severn, flow ! The Severn flow is swift and strong, as neareth The home we love ; The sunset glow has paled and passed, and cleareth The heaven above. _ 74 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. The children's eyes will soon be gently closing, Calm stars arise and shine on earth instead ; And through the night, all peacefully reposing, Angels of light shall guard each tiny bed. O swiftly, swiftly row o'er darkening stream. While nearer, nearer shines the home lamp's gleam. Now, now awake the song of purest thrilling, Of home and love ; And call the echoes forth, with r u.sic filling The rocks above. Our song is sweetest as falls the day, For we are on our homeward way. Then merrily onward ! O merri!y row ! And smoothly swift, O Severn, flow ! A/y MOTHER'S REQUEST. 75 ni. /!»» /IDotber's IRequest. (SUNDAY MORNING, 8 o'CLOCK.) The Sabbath morn dawns o'er the mountain brow, And lights the earth with glory soft and mild, Oh, think'st thou, dearest mother, even now Of me, thy youngest and most wayward child ! For this, my mother, is the sacred hour When thou didst bid me ever think of thee ; Oh, surely nothing earthly could have power To break the spell which hallows it to me ! Thy loving look, thy feeble voice, I seem, Though years have passed, to see and hear again, Not as the shadowy fancies of a dream, But as distinct, as vivid now as then. " When in my Saviour's glorious home I dwell, Forget not this my last request to thee ; When soundeth forth the early Sabbath bell. Where'er thou art, my Fanny, think of me ! '' Oh, w y was this thy dying wish— thy last? Thou would'st not think that I should e'er forget My mother's love, that passing years might cast A cloudy veil, where that bright star did set. \\\ BS 76 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOK THE YOUNG. Thou could'st not wish to wake the grief anew Which Time's dark poppies might have lulled awhile ; 'Twas not that teardrops might again bedew My cheek for aye, and chase again each smile. Oh no ! were death an endless joyless sleep, Thou hadst not bid me on thy memory dwell ; This hour for thee thou hadst not bid me keep. To grieve thy child, thou lovedst her too well. But well thou knew'st I could not think of thee Without remembering Him, with whom thou art. To whom thou oft didst pray so fervently That I might give my wandering, wilful heart. I must remember too the joyful faith Which filled thy soul e'en in thy dying hour. And led thee calmly through the vale of death, There I must ever see its wondrous power. I could not but fulfil thy last desire. The last sweet echo of thy loving voice. Calling my mind each Sabbath morning higher Where thou in endless Sabbath dost rejoice. So if my heart should tempt me to forget To watch and pray, and Jesu's love to seek, This quiet hour might break for me the net, And free my feet afresh each opening week. My MOTHER'S REQUEST. Oft when I wavered, slipped, and nearly fell, Yet, stunned and giddy, heeded not my fate, The fatal charm was broken by that bell, Thy memory oped my eyes ere yet too late. And oft when sad and hopeless seemed my way Its sweet sound told me of the victory Which thy bright faith hath gained, and then a ray Of hope hath whispered, "Such may be for thee." Oh, 'twas a mother's love which did devise This gentle way of helping her child's soul ; Not on earth only, but from yon bright skies To aid her steps towards the heavenly goal. O Thou who dwellest with Thy ransomed, where The one long Sabbath ne'er may darkly close, By Thy rich mercy grant this earliest prayer, ' Which oft for me from her dear lips arose. Bring me, oh, bring me to Thy house of light. That there with my loved mother I may dwell And e'er rejoicing in Thy presence bright. May praise Thy love, who doest all things well 77 7« STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR 'THE YOUNC. ill Bt IDomc Uo*nfobt. Thk lessons are done and the prizes won, And the counted weeks arc past ; O the holiday joys of the r^irls and boys Who are "home to-night" at last ! O the ringing beat of the springing feet, As into the hall they r./sh ! O the tender bliss of the first home kiss. With its moment of fervent hush ! So much to tell and to hear as well. As they gather around the glow ! NVho would not part, for the joy of heart That only the parted know — At home to-night ! But all have not met, there are travellers yet, Speeding along through the dark. By tunnel and bridge, past river and ridge, To the distant yet nearing mark. But hearts are warm, for the winter storm Has never a chill for love ; And faces are bright in the flickering light Of the small dim lamp above. And voices of gladness rise over the madness Of the whirl and the rush and the roar, For rapid and strong it bears them along To a home and an open door — Yes, home to-night ! AT HOME JO.NJGU'J. O home to-night, yes, home to-night. Through the pearly gate and the open door ' borne happy feet on the golden street Are entering now to "go out no more " I'or the work is done and the rest be-un And the training time is for ever past, ' And the home of rest in the mansions blest Is safely, joyously reached a: last O the love and light in that home to-night ' O the songs of bliss and the harps of gold ! Ot^ie glory ,hed on the new-crowned head ' O the telling of love that can ne'er be told '- O the welcome that waits at the shining gates ^^ hen all s^all meet at His glorious feet In the ligi-. and the love of His home so dear ! Yes, home to-night." " '-en!, ing „p " of her old .schooll '« TH v' uT,^, ''' '""^^ to-night." The thought arose -"i T ^ ^^^ ^^' ^" l^e at home ones, who have been Lr::;:^ ^ Hi ^scho^l 'Z . "^'^v' """^ home to-night ! " And while the th rd stan; "' ^ "" "^ "'^ telegram cr. „e bearlnrr fhp ..h ^"'''^ ""''^n, a littlegirlof tw veyea "o^ ,;; 7T"'^^^ ''"^^ ^^^' ^ ^'-^ a shor't iUnes, anc^ en^^Lf h tTen^ 0^.7' ^' 'T ''^ had early learnt to love Ti,. . " '^ °^ ^'"^ Saviour whom she very ho.^ of he de.nr'turr IT" °' '""^ ^'"•^''^' "'''^ the her illness, was remrble ' "' ""'^""^^'^^ ^"'^ ^^^ '^^ "^ 79 inj STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. an 5nMan iFlag, The golden gates were opening For another welcome guest ; For a ransomed heir of glory Was entering into rest. The first in far Umritsur Who heard the joyful sound, The first who came to Jesus Within its gloomy bound. The wondcrcrs and the watchers Around his dying bed, Saw Christ's own fearless witness Safe through the valley led. And they whose faithful sowing Had not been all in vain, Knew that the angels waited Their sheaf of ripened grain. He spoke : *' Throughout the city How many a flag is raised, Where loveless deities are owned, And powerless gods are praised. ^iN INDIAN fLAG. " I give my liouse to Jesus, 'i'liat it may alwavs be A flag for Christ, the Son of God, Who gave Himself for me." And now in far Umritsur, That flag is waving bright, Amid the heathen darkness, A clear and shining light.' A house where all may gather 1 he words of peace to hear, And seek the only Saviour Without restraint or fear. Where patient toil of teaching And kindly deeds abound • ' Where holy festivals are kept' And holy songs resound. First convert of Umritsur, ^Vell hast thou led the way • Now, who will rise and follow? Who dares to answer, " Nay " ? O children of salvation! O dwellers in the light ! Have ye no "flag for Jesus," Far-waving, fair, and bright ? F 8i 82 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. Will ye not band together, And, working hand in hand, Set up " a flag for Jesus " In that wide heathen land ? In many an Indian city, Oh let a standard wave. Our gift of love and honour To Him who came to save ; 11 To Him beneath whose banner Of wondrous love we rest ; Our Friend, the Friend of sinners, The Greatest and the Best. 1^0 VE FOR LOVE. 83 3Lo\?e for Xore. I John iv. 16. Knowing that the God on high, With a tender Father's grace Waits to hearyour faintest cry.' Waits to show a Father's face,- ^tay and think !-oh, should not you Love this gracious Father too ? Knowing Christ was crucified Knowing that He loves you' now Just as much as when He died With the thorns upon His brow,- Stay and think !-oh, should not you Love this blcvsed Saviour too? Knowing i.hat a Spirit strives With your weary, wandering heart, Who can change the restless lives Pure and perfect peace impart,! ^tay and think !-oh, should not you Love this loving Spirit too p IF ill 84 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. Ube Uurne& Xessoit. •'I THOUGHT I knew it I" she said, " I tliought I had learned it quite ! " But the gentle Teacher shook her head, With a grave yet loving light In the eyes that fell on the upturned flice. As she gave the book With the mark still set in the self-same place. in 51 " I thought I knew it ! " she said ; And a heavy tear fell down, As she turned away with bending head, Yet not for reproof or frown. Not for the lesson to learn again. Or the play-hour lost ; — It was something else that gave the pain. She could not have put it in words, But the Teacher i nderstood, As God understands the chirp of the birds In the depth of an autumn wood. And a quiet touch on the reddening cheek Was quite enough ; No need to question, no need to speak. THE TUKNED LESSON. Then the gentle voice was heard, " Now I will try you again ! " And the lesson was niastered.-every u ord ' uasit not worth the pain? Was it not kinder the task to turn, 'I'han to let it pass, As a lost, lost leaf that she did not learn? Is it not often so, That we only learn in part And the Master-s testing-time may show ihat It was not quite " bv heart"? Then He gives in His wise^nd patient grace ■I hat lesson again, With the mark still set in the self-same place Only, stay by His side Till the page is really known, It may be we failed because we tried To learn it all alone. And now that He would not let us lose One lesson of love, (For He knows the loss),-can we refuse ? But oh ! how could we dream That we knew it all so well? Reading so fluently, as we deem, What we could not even spell 'l And oh ! how could we grieve once more That patient One, Who has turned so m:. y a task before ? 85 -i • 86 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. That waiting One, who now Is letting us try again ; Watching us with the patient brow That bore the wreath of pain ; Thoroughly teaching what He would teach, Ivine upon line. Thoroughly doing His work in each. Then let our hearts "be still," Though our task is turned to-day ; Oh let Him teach us what He will, In His own gracious way ; Till sitting only at Jesu's feet, As we learn each line, The hardest is found all clear and sweet ! il My SJNG/NG LESION. /ID» Sfnofitc Xesson. (Abstract.) Here bcginneth— chapter the first of a series, To be followed by manifold notes and queries ; So novel the queries, so trying the notes, I think I must have the queerest of throats, And most notable dulness, or else long ago The Signor had given up teaching, I trow : I wonder if ever before he has taught A pupil who can't do a thing as she ought ! The voice has machinery— (now to be serious). Invisible, delicate, strange, and mysterious. A wonderful organ-pipe firstly we trace. Which is small in a tenor and wide in a ba„e ; Below, an ^olian harp is provided, Through whose fairy-like fibres the 'air will be guided : Above is an orifice, larger or small As the singer desires to rise or to fall ; Expand and depress it to deepen your roar. But raise and contract it when high you would soar. Alas for the player, the pipes, and the keys, If tlie bellows give out an inadequate breeze ! So this is the method of getting up steam. The one motive-power for song or for scream : Slowly and deeply, and just like a sigh, Fill the whole chest with a mighty suppiy • I'hrough the mouth only, and not tin'ough ihe nose, And the lungs must condense it ere 'irthei it goes 87 m 88 ^TKEAM/.ETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. {/low to condense it, I really don't know, And very much liope the next lesson will show), Then, forced from each side, through thelarynx itcomes, And reaches the region of molars and gums, And half of the sound will be ruined or lost' If by any impediment liere it is crossed. On the soft of the palate beware lest it strike, The effect would be such as your ear would not like And arch not die tongue, or the terrified note Will straightway be driven back into the throat. Look well to your trigger, nor hasten to pull it • Once hear the report and you've done with your bullet. In the femmine voice there are registers three. Which upper, and middle, and lower must be • And each has a sounding-board all of its own,' The chest, lips, and head, to reverberate tone'. Bu: in cavities nasal it never must ring, Or no one is likely to wish you to sing.' And if on this subject you waver in doubt, By listening and feeling the truth will com'e out. The lips, by the bye, will have plenty to do In forming the vowels Italian and true ; Kschewing the English, uncertain and hideous. With an O and a C/'that are simply amphibious. In flexible freedom let both work together. And the under one must not be stiffened like leather. Here endeth the substance of what I remember, Indited this twenty-sixth day of November. LEANING OVER THE WATENEALL 89 mcs, llet. XcaiUiio over tbc MateitaU. A youn., la.ly, nj.cl 20, fell over the rocks at ll.c Swalhnv Wnter •^1 -n the sn.n.nerof ,873, and nas lost to si^lu in a m u T : I>ocly was not recovered till four l.ours afterutds. ^'" Li'ANiNG over the waterfall ! Lured by the fairy sight, Heeding not the warning call, AVatching the foain and the flow, Smooth and dark, or swift and bright Here in the shade and there in the light ! Oh, who could know The coming sorrow, the nearing woe ! Leaning over the waterfall ! Only a day before She had spoken of Jesu's wondrous call, As He trod the waves of (Jalilee They asked as she gazed from the 'sunset shore, If He wa'kcd that water, what would you do ? ' I lien fell the answer, glad and true, " \{ He beckoned me, I would go to Him on the pathless sea." HI 'JO STAEAM/./'/rs OF SONG FOA' THE YOUNU. I.eaning over the waterfall Only a moment before ! And then the slip, the helpless call, The iilun-e unheard in the pausdcss roar By the startled watchers on the shore ; And the feet that stood by the waterfall,' So fair and free, Are standing with Christ by the crystal sea. Leaning over the waterfall ! Have you not often leant (What should hinder? or what appal ?) Freely, fearlessly, over the brink, Merrily glancing adown the stream. Or gazing wrapt in a musical dream At the lovely waters ? But pause and think- Who kept your feet, And suffered you not such death, to meet ? Leaning over the waterfall i ^\■hat if ;w/;- feet had slipped ? Ne\er a moment of power to call, Never a hand in time to save From the terrible rush of the ruthless wave .' Hearken ! would it be ill or well If thus _>w^ fell ? Hearken ! would it be heaven or hell? UiAN/NG 0VI:R TilK IVATI'RFAI.I.. Leaning over the waterfall ! I'istcn, and learn, and lean ! Listen to Him whose loving r.i 1 1 Soundeth deep in your heart to-day I I-earn of Jesus, the only way, How to be holy, how to hchlest! Lean on His breast. And yours shall be safety and joy and rest. 91 9* STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. it TLbaVs not tbc man at Sea.' Reply of Captain Bourchier of the tr.iining-sliip 6W/«///, wlic.i Ins boys entreated him to save himself from the Innnin- wreck. 1876. He stood upon the fiery deck, Our Captain kind and brave ! He would not leave the burning wreck, While there was one to save. We wanted him to go before. And we would follow fast ; We could not bear to leave hh-i t.ht;re, Beside the blazing mast, But his voice rang out in a Lheuiy shout, And noble words spoke he, — "That's not the way at sea, my boys. That's not the way at sea ! " So each one did as he was bid, And into the boats we passed, While closer came the scorching flame, And our Captain was the last. Yet once again he dared his life. One litde lad to save ; Then we pulled to shore from the blaze and roar, With our Captain kind and brave. " THATS N07' THE IVaV AT S£A." In the foce of Death, with its fiery breath. He had stood,— and so would we ! For that's the way at sc:i, my boys. For that's the way at sea '. Now let the noble words resound, And echo far and free, Wherever English hearts' are found On English shore or sea. The iron nerve of duty, joined With golden vein of love. Can dare to do, and dare to wait. With courage from above. Our Captain's shout amon- the flames A watchword long shall be,— '* That's not the way at sea, my boys. That's not the way at sea ! "' 93 J IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) fe ^/ < *ii % .V4 Z u. 4e. .^.

^ <^ ^0 V .. w <^ t/. ^ 94 !^TREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. So it has come to you, dear, Come so soon ! Come in the sunshine early, Come in the morning pearly, Not in the blaze of noon. Yes, it has come to you, dear, Strange and sweet ; Come ere the merry May-time Melts to the glowing hay-time, Hushed in the sultry heat. Come — with mysterious shadow, Weird and new — Come with a magic lustre Hung on the shining cluster Ripening fast for you. Come ! and the exquisite minor, Rich and deep. Swells with ^olian blending Chords of the spirit, ending Boyhood's enchanted sleep. Sleep that is past for ever ! Is it gain ? What does the waking seem like ? Love that is only dream-like Sings not a truthful strain. THE A WAKENING. Hearts that have .oused and -istened Never more (Though they may miss the crossed tones, Though they may mourn the lost tones), Sleep as they slept before. Come ! and the great transition Now is past ! Never again the boy-life, Only the pain— and joy-life, More of the first than last. Come ! and they do not guess it. Why such a change ! Why should the mirth and riot Tone into manly quiet ! Is it not passing strange ? Come ! 'Tis a night of wonder At this call ; Characters cabalistic. Writings all dim and mystic Tremble upon the wall. Come ! am I glad or sorry ? Wait and see ! Wait fo;- God's silent moulding, Wait for His full unfolding. Wait for the days to be. 95 96 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOVNC. Sometbfng to H>c. "Something to do, mamma, something to do .'" Who has not heard the cry ? Something to plan and something to try ! Something to do when the sky is blue, And the sun is clear and high ; Something to do on a rainy day, Tired of lessons or tired of play ; Something to do in the morning walk. Better than merely to stroll and talk. For the fidgety feet, oh, something to do, For the mischievous fingers something too ; For the busy thought in the little brain. For the longing love of the little heart, Something easy, and nice, and plain j Something in which they can all take part ; Something better than breakable toys, Something for girls and something for boys ! I know, I know, and I'll tell you too. Something for all of you now to do ! First, you must listen ! Do you know Where the poor sick children go ? Think of hundreds altogether In the pleasant summer weather. Lying sadly day by day, Having pain instead of play ; I )' SOMETHING TO Do, No dear mother sitting near. No papa to kiss good-night ; Brothers, sisters, playmates dear. All away and out of sight. l.ittle feet that cannot go Where the pink-tipped daisies grovv ; Little eyes that never see Bud or blossom, bird or tree; Little hands that folded lie As the weary weeks go by. What if you could send them flowers, Brightening up the dismal hours ? Then the hospitals for others, For the fathers and the mothers Where the weary sufferers lie, While the weeks go slowly pa^t, Some with hope of cure at last, Some to suffer till they die. Now, while you are scampering free. In youi happy springtide glee, They are lying sadly there, Weak and sick— oh, don't you care ? Don't you want to cheer each one ? Don't you wish it coult^ be done ? Then the poor old people too, In the dreary workhouse-room, Nothing all day long to do, Nothing to light up the gloom ! 97 98 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. Older, weaker, every day, All their children gone away ; Nothing pleasant, nothing bright, For the dimming, aching sight. Would it not be nice to send Nosegays by some loving friend ? Then if you could only see Where so many thousands live. All in sin and misery. Dirt and noise and poverty, What, oh, what would you not give,' Just some little thing to do That might do a little good ! Don't you want to help them too ? I will tell you how you could ! Gather flowers for Jesus' sake. For a loving hand to take Into all those dreadful places, Bringing smiles to haggard faces, Bringing tears to hardened eyes : Bringing back the memories Of the home so long ago Left for wickedness and woe, Of the time, so far away. When they learned to sing and i)ra}-. Oh, you cannot guess the power Of a little simple flower ! And yet the message they should bear, Of God our Father's love and care, iiOMETHING TO Do. Is never really read aright Without the Holy Spirit's light •--. Without the voice of Jesus, heard In H,s own sweet and niighty word. And so we never send the flowers ^Vith only messages of ours- ^^ut every group of buds and bells iiie story of salvation tells I^et every little nosegay bring Not only fragrance of the spring, But sweeter fragrance of His Name. U ho saves and pardons, soothes and heals I he hving Saviour, still the same, ' Who every pain and sorrow feels. Ihe little texts are sweeter far Ihanhly-bell or primrose star- And He will help you just to choose The very words that He will use Now will it not be real delight To find them out and make a list Of promise-words, so strong and bright. So full of comfort and of light Th^rlrVn" ""''' '"''"'"^ ''''' ^' "^'^^ed ? 1 hink how every one may be God's own message from above To some little girl or boy. Changing sadness into joy. Soothing some one's dreadful pain Makmg some one glad again, With His comfort and His love ' 99 il 100 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. Calling them to Jesus' feet, Showing them what He has done \ Darlings, will it not be sweet If He blesses only one ! Only onel Nay, ask Him still, Ask Him every one to bless ! He can do it, and He will ; Do not let us ask Him less ! Now then, set to work at once, If you're not a thorough dunce ! Cut the little holders squarely, Keep the edges smooth and straight : Now the paint box, artists bold ! Paint the borders firm and fairly ^Vith your prettiest red or gold ! Easy this, at any rate. Now for writing— clearest, neatest (Or it may be gently hinted. Better still if neatly printed). Tracing words the strongest, sweetest,— Words that must and will avail, Though the loveliest blossoms fail. Then away, away, the first fine day ! Follow the breeze that is out at play. Follow the bird and follow the bee. Follow the butterfly flitting free, For I think they know Where the sweetest wildflowers grow ; SOMETHING TO DO. Bluebells in the shady dingle, Where the violet-odours mtngle ; Where the fairy primrose lamp ' Seems to light the hawthorn shade • Orchis m the meadow damp, Cowslip in the sunny glade (But not the pale anemone, For that will fade so speedily). Hedge and coppice, lane and field, Gather all the store they yield ! Buttercups and daisies too. Though so little prized by you, Will be gold and silver treasure. In their power of giving pleasure, To the poor in city alleys, Far away from hills and valleys. Who have never seen them grow Since their childhood, long ago ; Or to children pale and small. Who never saw them grow at all ! And don't forget the fair green leaves That have their own sweet tales to tell And wavmg grass that humbly weaves ' The emerald robe of bank and dell lOI Is there some one at home who cannot go To gather the flowers as they grow ? Then there is plenty for her to do In making the nosegays up for you ; 102 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. Getting them ready to travel away, In time for the work of the coming day. But oh, how busy you will be When the packing must be done ! Oh, the bustle and the glee, Will it not be famous fun ? And when the box is gone away, The pleasure need not all be past ; I think it will not be the last ! Just set to work another day ! And send some more From the beautiful store Which God keeps sending you fresh and new, And thank Him too That He has given you " Something to do ! " LITTLE NORA. '03 Xtttle mora. Far off upon a western shore, Where wildest billows roam, Beneath the great grim rocks there stands .A tiny cabin home; And in it dwells a little one, With eyes of laughing blue. And lips as red as any rose With eady sparkling dew. Her father was a fisher, and Went out with every tide, While Norah sat and watched alone By her sick mother's side. It was a weary thing to sit For many a long, long day, Without a ramble on the beach, Or e'en a thought of play ; But Nora did not think it hard. She loved her mother so, And in a thousand ways she tried Her earnest love to show. 104 ^"iTKEAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. One day she left the cabin door, And walked a long, long way, — Now high upon the breezy cliffs, Now close to ocean spray. I She went to seek some remedy To ease her mother's pain, Tho' little hope there was that she Could e'er be well again. The ruby clouds I.ave curtained o'er The golden glowing west, Where 'neath the white-winged wavelets now The sun hath gone to rest ; But little Nora comes not yet ! The mother's fears arise, The evening breeze brings nothing save The seabird's mournful cries. The twilight hour is passing fast In weariness and pain. She waits and listens for her child, As yet she waits in vain. Hark, hark ! a bounding step is heard Along the pebbly shore, And now a tiny hand is laid Upon the cabin door ; I m I I UTTLE NORA. " O mother, darling mother, 1 Have vuch good news to tell : Far more than medicine I have brought, To make you glad and well." More brightly gleamed her joyous eye, And rosier grew her cheek. While forth she poured the happy words. As fast as tongue could speak. " I bought the medicine, mother dear. And turned to come away, When by me stood a kind grave man, And gently bade me stay ; " And then he spoke sweet words to me About the Saviour's love. And of the glorious home where all His children meet above. " He told me Jesus loved us so That He came down to die, And suffered all instead of us ;— And then it made me cry. " He said His blood was quite enough To wash our sins away. And make us fit for Heaven at once If we should die to-day. »o5 106 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. "So, mother dear, we shall not need To purgatory go ; If Jesus has forgiven all, That is enough, you know ! '" The rosy glow had rested on The mother's whitening cheek • 'Twas fading now, and Nora ceased,— Then came a long wild shriek,— "O mother, speak to me once more,— Oh, is she really dead ? " 'Twas even so, the hand was cold. And stilled the throbbing head ; Yes, even while those blessed words Like angel-music fell, Her weary spirit passed away. But whither ! who may tell ? Oh, bitter were the ears which fell From little Nora's eye, And many a day and night had passed Ere they again were dry. But bitterest were they when she thought, " Oh, I can never tell If with that blessed Saviour now, Sweet mother, thou dost dwell ! LITTLE NORA. "Ah ! had I only sooner known What I have heard to-day, I would have told her more of Him Before she went away ; "For perhaps she did not hear me then So she could never know The way that Jesus Christ has made To His bright home to go. "Hove Him, yes, I'm sure I do, Then He will take me home To be with Him for evermore, Where sorrow cannot come'; "But, oh, I cannot bear to think. When I His glory see. And rest within the Saviour's arms,— Where will my mother be?" Dear children, you have learnt the way To that bright home above. You have been told of Jesus and His deep and tender love ; In Ireland there are little ones Whose hearts are very sad. Oh, won't you try and send to them Sweet words to make them glad ? 107 108 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG, I r "Come over an^ ibelp laa." THE IRISH child's CRY. Oh, children of England, beyond the blue sea, Your poor little brothers and sisters are we ; 'Tis not much affection or pity we find, But we hear you are loving and gentle and kind ; So will you not listen a minute or two. While we tell you a tale that is all of i't true? We live in a cabin, dark, smoky, and poor; At night we lie down on the hard dirty floor; Our clothes are oft tattered, and shoes we have none • Our food we must beg, as we always have done ; So cold and so hungry, and wretched are we. It would make you quite sad if you only could see. There's no one to teach us poor children to read ; There's no one to help us, and no one to lead ; There's no one at all that will tell us the way To be happy or safe, or teach us to pray : To the bright place above us we all want to go. But we cannot, for how a get there we don't know. They tell us the Virgin will hear if we call, But sure in one minute she can't hear us all )ne ; ;ee. I; " COME OVER AND HELP US." And the saints are too busy in Heaven, we hoar • Ihen often the priests make us tremble with fear At the fire of purgatory, which, as they tell, Is almost as dreadful as going to hell. Oh, will you not help us, and send us a ray Of the light of the Gospel to brighten our way? Oh, will you not tell us the beautiful story Of Jesus, who came from His dwelling of u\o lo save little children, and not only you, But even the poor ragged Irish ones too? 109 ow. "o STREAMLETS OF SO.VG EGA' THE YOUNG, xrbe BnQifsb Cbtl^s 1RepI», ^Ve have heard the call from your fair green Lsle, Our hearts have wept at your saddening tale, And we long to waken a brighter smile By a story of love which shall never fail. We should like you to come to our Bible-land And share our comforts and blessings too : ' V\ e would take you all with a sister's hand And try to teach and to gladden you. But you're so far off that it cannot be, And we have no wings, or to you we'd flv, oo we'll try to send o'er the foaming sea ' Sweet words to brighten each heavy eye- Sweet words of Him, who was once so poor, Ihat He had not where to lay His head • But hath opened now the gleaming door To the palace of light, where His feast is spread. There you may enter ; He calls each one. You're as welcome there as the greatest king, Come to Him then, for He casts out none, And nothing at all do you need to bring.' riJE ENGLISH CHILD'S KEPL Y. He will change your rags for a robe of white An angel-harp, and a crown of gold • You may dwell for aye in His j. .sence bright, And the beaming smiles of His love behold. We will gladly save from our little store And only wish we could do far more But for Erin's children we'll always pray III 112 STKEAMIET^ Ot SONG FOK THE YOUNG. a ipiea for tbe Xfttlc Ones. It was Easter Monday morning, A dull and showery day ; We were sorry for the children Who could not run and play. I heard the sound of singing As I passed along the street, — An unseen tiny chorus Of tiny voices sweet. Beneath a sheltering doorway, Safe from the April weather. Eight happy little singers Sat lovingly together. Five crowding on the doorstep With arms entwined, and three On broken stool or baby chair, Close clustering knee to knee. They sang about the " happy land " So very "far away," And happier faces never shone In any game of play. ./ PLEA FOR THE LITTLE ONES. And then they sang it all again, And gently rocked each other ; Then said the little leader, " Now let us sing another ! " " Now / will say a hymn to you ! " (Oh the sixteen eyes were bright .') So I said them " Little Jessie," As they listened with delight. "3 Jessie's Friknd. " Little Jessie, darling pet, Do you want a Friend? One who never will forget. Loving to the end .? One whom you can tell, when sad, Everything that grieves ; One who loves to make you glad, One who never leaves ? " Such a loving Friend is ours. Near us all the day, Helping us in lesson-hours, Smiling en our play ; Keeping us from doing wrong, Guarding everywhere ; Listening to each happy song, And each little prayer. H 114 ^TA'EA A/LETS OF SOm; FOK' THE YOUNG. "Jessie, if you only knew What He is to me, Surely you would love Him too. You would 'come and see.' Come, and you will fuid it true, Happy you will be ! Jesus says, and says to you, * Come, oh come, to Me.' " " Now tell me who, if you can guess, Was little Jessie's Friend ? Who is the Friend that loves so much, And loveth to the end ? " I would that you had seen the smile On every sunny face ; It made a palace of delight Out of that dismal place. As, reverently yet joyously. They answered without fear, " It's Jesus ! " That beloved Name Had never seemed more dear. And then we talked awhile of Him,— They knew the story well ; His holy life. His precious death. Those rosy lips could tell. ^ rr.EA FOR THE uni.E ones. All beautiful, and wonderful, And sweet and true it seemed Such hold no fairy tale had gained 1 hat ever fancy dreamed. So, to be good and kind all day These little children tried ' Because they knew He was so good, Because He bled and died. Blest knowledge! Oh what human lore <^an be compared with such ' "Who taught you this, dear little ones? Where did you learn so much?" Again the bright eyes cheerily Looked up from step and stool : I hey answered (mark the answer well!), iVe learnt it all at school! " At school, at school ! And shall we take The Book of books away i- Withhold it from the little ones - Leave them at will to stray ' Upon dark mountains helplessly, Without the guiding light That God entrusts to us, until They perish in the night? "5 ^/Jp' 116 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. What was the world before that Book Went forth in glorious might ? Availed the lore of Greece and Rome To chase its Stygian night ? We send the messengers of life To many a distant strand, And shall we tie the tongues that teach The poor of our own land ? Shall husks ',nd chaff be freely given, And not the Bread of Life ? And shall the Word of peace become A centre of mad strife ? Shall those who name the Name of Christ His own great gift withhold ? Our Lamp, our Chart, our Sword, our Song, Our Pearl, our most fine Gold ! Why would ye have '« no Bible taught " ? Is it fory&a/-; or shame? Out, out upon such coward hearts, False to their Master's name ! If God be God, if truth be truth. If Christian men be men. Let them arise and fight the fight. Though it were one to ten ! ./ rj.EA FOR THE LITTLE ONES. With battle-cry of valiant faith, Let Britain's sons arise,— " Our children shall be taught the AVord That only maketh wise ! " So, dauntlessly will we unfurl Our banner bright and broad, The cause of His dear Word of'jjfe, Our cause, the Cause of God. 117 g, 118 .^y/AV/.«//A'7:v 0/.-.S-tf/-^. Our pleasant summer work begins. You go O merry Zella, with the obedient herd ' lo upland pastures, singing all the way. And you, Lisetta. to the sterner heights '23 124 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. Where only foot of Alpine goat may pass, Or step of mountain maiden. It is mine To work at home, preparing smooth white cheese For winter store, and often needed gain. And mine the joy of welcoming once more My loving sisters when the evening falls. (4-) Song. — Dora. The morning light flingeth Its wakening ray, And as the day bringeth The work of the day, The happy heart singeth : Awake and away ! No life can be dreary When work is delight ; Though evening be weary, Rest cometh at night ; And all will be cheery If faithful and right. >\'lien duty is treasure. And labour a joy, How sweet is the leisure Of ended employ ! Then only can pleasure Be free from alloy. \Repeat V. 1. THE MOUNTAIN MAIDENS. (5-) Song.— Z^//^. Away away! with the break of day, 1 o the sunny upland slope : Away away! while the earliest ray Tells ofradiantjoy and hope. With the gentle herd that know the word Ofkindnessandofcare While with footsteps free they follow me As I lead them anywhere. ^\^'^y,^\v^y\ with a merry lay And the chime of a hundred bells- Away, away ! with a carol gay, And ^n echo from the fells.' To the pastures high, where the shining skv Looks down on a wealth of flowers • ' io the sapphire spots, where forge -m;-nots Smile on through lonely hours Away, away ! while the breezes play In the fragrant summer morn • '^^If^'' '-^"'^y •' ^^hiJe the rock-wali; gre^• Resound with the Alpen-horn. ' ^^"".v'!?^' ''" ''"'S'^^ ^"^ the golden light With floral diadems "^'^ ^'ght As fresh and fair, as "rich and rare" As any royal^gems. 125 II 126 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. Away, away ! while the rainbow spray Wreaths the silver waterfalls ; Away, away ! Oh, I cannot stay When the voice of the morning calls ! (6.) Recitative. — Lisetta. Adieu, my Dora ! Zella dear, adieu ! The quick light tinkle of the goat-bells now Reminds me they are waiting for my call. To follow where small flowers have dared to peep And laugh, beside the glacier and the snow. I shall not go alone, your love shall go with me. (7.) T)\JKY.—Zelh afid Dora. Adieu, adieu till eventide ! The hours will quickly pass. The shadow of the rocks will glide Across the sunny grass. We shall not mourn the lessening light, For we shall meet at home to-night. Adieu, adieu till eventide ! The hour of home and rest, The hour that finds us side by side. The sweetest and the best. For love is joy, and love is light. And we shall meet at home to-night ! 127 THE MOUNTAIN MA /DENS. Adieu, adieu till eventide ! 'Tis but a little while ' We would not stay the morning's pri» and I hear And ihere are sm.ll / ' '""S'"- f "d crags to leap, andtor^'„" ^'f' "«■"' I go ! may Po«r and We c II ';,°'''' = aright. '"" Su^fd and guide (II.) S0NG._Z»/;ij. Alone, aione ! vet om.mj God's m„. /" """"d me stand Ood s moun a,ns, stiil and grand ! ^"11 and grand, serene and bright Sen.,„e 3 clothed in armour wt' And Mmeted with scarlet ligh ' His Power is near, i need not fear. 'one, alone, yet not alone ! Alone, alone! yet beneath me sleep fhe flowers His hand doth keepf Small and fair, bj, P; Tnistfully closing star'andbei Eve by e.e as twilight fell. ' 129 130 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. His Love is near, I need not fear. Beneath the rainbow of His Throne, Alone, alone, yet not alone ! Alone, alone ! yet I will not fear, For Power and Love are near I Step by step, by rock and rill. Trustfully onward, onward still, I follow home with hope and will 1 So near, so near ! I do not fear ! Beneath the Presence of His Throne, Alone, alone, yet not alone ! Fart III, — Sunset. (i2.) Sunset Chorus. It is coming, it is coming. That marvellous up-summing, Of the loveliest and grandest all in one : The great transfiguration, And the royal coronation, Of the Monarch of the mountains by the priestly Sun. Watch breathlessly and hearken, While the forest throne steps darken, His investiture in crimson and in fire ; Not a herald-trumpet ringeth, Not a paean echo flingeth, There is music of a silence that is mightier far, and higher. '^''^ ^^OUNTAIN M^j^^j,^ 131 Then in radiant obedience around; """'"= ""^ ">e proud peals all And a thrill of mystic glory A.^ .ho ccstacTrrl^randM^'"^':"^ "-0-, J-^M, and the m,ghtybro,v is crowned. "f«.oconsecra ;t„ti;:-:"""!;"^ 8 smi'ght ,s poured upon his head. Then a swift and still transition •^-''>er„h;tr^-;.e„„sv,,„: •^"'•'oveliertrihrS^I-.t^^^-der, the day. '^^""' ''«'>■>' "lat melts before Oh to keep it, oh to hold it °^'odrinH„'';!r;^:~;-.-nVo,dit.. j;Hess lovely if,r<,:s;^'^«^'"= '•^"Pture can but overflow in ,,^„. i MHI 132 STREAMLETS OF SOS'G FOR THE YOUNG It is passin' i is passing ! While the softening glow is glassing In the crystal of the heavens all the fairest of its rose Ever faintly and more faintly, Ever saintly and more saintly, Gleam the snowy heights around us in holiest repose. O pure and perfect whiteness ! O mystery of brightness Upon those still, majestic brows shed solemnly abroad \ Like the calm and blessed sleeping Of saints in Christ's own keeping, When the smile of holy peace is left, last witness for their God. (13,) Song. — Dora. The tuneful chime of the herd is still, For the milking hour is past, And tinkle, tinkle, along the hill. The goat-bells come at last. But sister, sister, where art thou ? We watch and wait for thy coming now. The crimson fades from the farthest height. And the rose-fire pales away ; And softly, softly the shroud of night Enfolds the dying day. But sister, sister, where art thou ? We watch and wait for thy coming now. less for their ^"'-ci-^lyZ e'"::-''r"' »-",cha„c.,vn,-efoMh,c„„„„,.,„,, We w, I folloiv „p ,h(. 3 . "'• follow where thp A I., "^ ' Make the mountain ail asiow Fo"o«', follow through the oSt follow follow to the snowT' ^rCfP'"^ call shall echo ^"i us with a great delight W"sh and hearken ! Call n • T . • ^3Jl again Lisetta! Lisetta ' Hearken, hearken ' ^„ ;' ', • , ■ -^Ji in vain ' I'le wary chamois' haunf • T-°;l;nd terror, doubt and dnnW ''Ovtng hearts shall never daum'; '« 134 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. We will follow in the darkness, We will follow in the light ; Follow, follow, till we find thee, Through the noon or through the night. We will seek thee, we will find thee, Never weary till we hear, Over all the torrents' rushing, Joyous answer clearly gushing. Thine own Alpine echo dear ! Lisetta ! Lisetta ! Hush and hearken ! All in vain ! Lisetta ! Lisetta ! Hearken, hearken ! Call again 1 (15.) liRio.—Zella, Dora, and Lisetta. Lisetta (//.) I am coming ! Zella and Dora (/.) She is coming ! Lisetta (/.) I am coming, wait for me ! Zella and Dora (/.) She is coming ! Lisetta {tnf) I am coming ! Zella and Dora (/.) Come, oh come, we wait for thee! Nearer, nearer comes the echo. Nearer, nearer comes the voice, Nearer, nearer fall the footsteps, Making us indeed rejoice. Lisetta. I am coming, wait for me ! Zella and Dora. Come, oh come, we wait for thee : THE MOUNTAIN MAIDENS. Zella, Dora, and Lisetta. »35 ^^'^e I her, \ we / They ( '''°"^^' \ {have found i I . "'''' ) "'^ f her, ) <: have sought I ] have found i nie,jthey ( j l^ear and danger all are past, Now with joyful song | ^^'^ ^^^^ her ) 1 they lead me / Safely, safely home at last ! for thee I thee! (i6.) (Zwam:^.— Finale. Safe home, safe home ! Fear and danger all are past, We are safely home at last ! O the love-light shed around, In a rich and radiant flow, When the lost and loved are found. Is the sweetest heart can know. ' Fairer than the dawn-light tender, Fuller than the noontide glow, ' Brighter than the sunset splendour, Purer than the moonlit snow. Now let the wild cloud sweep, Let the wild rain pour ! Now let the avalanche leap With its long grand roar ! f i i 136 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. Now let the black night fall On the mountain crest ! Safe are our dear ones all In our mountain nest. Safe home, safe home ! Fear and danger all are past, We are safely home at last ! ENIGMA No. 1. infanta iRo. i. An army,, Cyclops, fair reader, are we Yet your servants especially ought we ^ F 1 he outpost of Enjrhnrl Za "^ ^° ^^^ ; We have stood .^Xl Z^ °'''"'^ ^°'^'-' since the deluge, and perhaps before Inasummerclime,ofaswarthie,;ue"r, ^ US mst in her weary hand / iuuise, or Its meaning tell. Woe to the man who hath dared to wed As hrlJ^ "f '"'' ^'^^ '"^y ^J^in. to be As bright and as sharp as ever are we m 138 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. A WHIMSICAL het we must often seem, Of crotchets as full as an organist's dream ; If we were abolished, there'd straightway be A piscatorian jubilee. We are frequently clothed in as snowy array As a maiden fair on her bridal day ; Yet we're often black as the blackest night, E'en when we're lauding the soft moonlight. The depths of the ocean we faithfully show, On us hundreds of miles you may swiftly go ; We measure the distance from place to place. And encircle the globe in our wide embrace. Woe, woe to the soldier who dares to fly From us when the hour of battle is nigh ! Yei ihe gardener himself, in his peaceful trade. For planting his cabbages needs our aid. If a lady endeavours her age to hide. We ruthlessly publish it far and wide Wherever she ventures to show her head ; Yet in us her destiny oft is read. In the heart of a friend long, long forsaken A few of ourselves may deep gladness awaken ; Yet ours is a many-stringed, changeful lyre, For dismay and despair we may often inspire. We're essential to poets, to artists, musicians. To all washerwomen and mathematicians ; It required a Euclid to tell what we be, Yet us at this moment, fair reader, you see. ■*«► ENIGMA No. 3. '39 ^nloma iRa 3, I AM a native of many a land Of Norway's forests, of India's strand; And beaufful England's smiles and tears Have npened and watered my early years I am found near the lowliest cotta.e fire And I dwell in the solemn cathedra ctir • 1 he royal hall I am sure to grace, ' And always in Parliament find a place • Around me oft ga.her the great of the land In front of the Queen I audaciously tand AndAr, ur himself, in days of yore ' Owed ha^ his renown to me or mork As a quadruped oftenest I have been One-legged, or three-footed or 1p,.i. ' t. In a manner unfitting his character meek Mostshamefuny used me), till qtAeoflate 1 ve always been sober, and still, a„d sedate- Bu now I am playing such wondrous vtaW; „ ' '^ ""raction, or galvanic power Have thus turned my head «„,„./• "ly neaci, up to this present hour I40 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. The wisest and cleverest brains of the day, Quite out of their depth, are unable to say. In olden days to my care were confided The laws by which monarchs and subjects were guided ; The records of feats of chivalry. Or of deeds of blood, were preserved by me ; But now having leaves, though, alas ! no flower, I bear what must pass in a single hour. HtflGUA Ni,. i. Ml Eitfflma Mo. 4. Ok a useful ,aA,/e l'„, the most useful mn ■ ve a good circulation, for IVe a httV ' have two or three garments or outer clothes ■ I"mclosel,.,,iied,oalipandnose, ' R, hK-'r ''••"■<=''"«'«s. ^nd jewels ra e Rubb,sh and treasures within me I bear • The tmrest leaf I produce I can nip ' Thl ^,'',?'"-°"» fins« and thumb at my tin ■ J hough rm often as tall as a spire ,o Zi' ' fyou travel far I accompany jou- ' I am the Indian's light canoe / . " P"" °f " garment of olden time And finally, now, to crown the whole I am your body, but not your soul - ' ■42 STREAMLETS OF SONG FOR THE YOUNG. EiUflma Wo. 5. A TERM for autumn leaves, when all .heir lovely tin.s are A mountain in Arabia, lifting high its rocky head; What witches and astrologers pretend they truly a e • A state^from wh.ch I greatly hope your conscience' still Those four are all alike, you'll see, in mere pronunciation But diverse m orthography and in signification. ' Transpose the second, you will gain the title of a kins And what you would be sure to do if he shoulde^^l'n • Transpose the fourth, you'll see at once how anci nt warriors treated -incient rilif '' °f ">^^f«>y. with passion overheated; tZ^l: ' ""' '°' "" ""''' "'" ^'-''""'W be Now, reader, I shall like to see this mystery unsealed. ENICUA No. e. 'M Enfflma «o. q. f '™7™ ''"ndred and si.ty yard. ■^;'v-L~Lttrd:r"-bee, A fragrant tree anH -, r • ' a uce, and a foreign fruif A government coach nn o , ' What you look foT , ;';" 7 '^".P«'^ vex, «'h« the Prince of V ks „ .f "'"'' " ''^>' 'fhree Scripture nan es and •™"" ""' '•^-'■. What an a cher take «., , '"^'°" "''*' WithsixlittleletSsallh '° «"'■'' ^ 144 SmEAMLETS OF .SONG ,0K THE YOUNG. But that you will endeavour forthwith to get out • Behead me, and then I'm the lone widow' weeds • Behead n.e again, and I'm tiny round seeds ' Repeat yet agam the above operation, And I am renowned for my quick imitation. My mischievous habits, and horrid grimaces You re myself, if you practise unnatural graces ENIGMA A o. .V. '45 En