Part 5 (1/2)

Then if we've done to others Some good ne'er told before, When angels shall repeat it, 'Twill be an item more.

_DEDICATION OF A TEMPERANCE HALL_

Author of all divine Gifts, lofty, pure, and free, Temperance and truth in song sublime An offering bring to Thee!

A temple, whose high dome Rose from a water-cup; And from its altar to Thy throne May we press on and up!

And she--last at the cross, First at the tomb, who waits-- Woman--will watch to cleanse from dross The cause she elevates.

Sons of the old Bay State, Work for our glorious cause!

And be your waiting hearts elate, Since temperance makes your laws.

”Temples of Honor,” all, ”Social,” or grand, or great, This blazoned, brilliant temperance hall To Thee we dedicate.

”Good Templars” one and all, Good ”Sons,” and daughters, too, We dedicate this temperance hall To G.o.d, to Truth, and you!

Lynn, Ma.s.s., _August 4, 1866_.

_LINES_

Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer.--_Moore._

Was that fold for the lambkin soft virtue's repose, Where the weary and earth-stricken lay down their woes,-- When the fountain and leaflet are frozen and sere, And the mountains more friendless,--their home is not here?

When the herd had forsaken, and left them to stray From the green sunny slopes of the woodland away; Where the music of waters had fled to the sea, And this life but one given to suffer and be?

Was it then thou didst call them to banish all pain, And the harpstring, just breaking, reecho again To a strain of enchantment that flowed as the wave, Where they waited to welcome the murmur it gave?

Oh, there's never a shadow where suns.h.i.+ne is not, And never the suns.h.i.+ne without a dark spot; Yet there's one will be victor, for glory and fame, Without heart to define them, were only a name!

Lynn, Ma.s.s., _February 19, 1868_.

_TO THE SUNDAY SCHOOL CHILDREN_

_Who sent me the picture depictive of Isaiah xi._

Jesus loves you! so does mother: Glad thy Eastertide: Loving G.o.d and one another, You in Him abide.

Ours through Him who gave you to us,-- Gentle as the dove, Fondling e'en the lion furious, Leading kine with love.