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Article THE COMING YEAR. ← Page 2 of 2 Article SONNET. Page 1 of 1
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The Coming Year.
Bright child of mercy—Heavenly Hope ! Descend thou to this suffering pair , Bring healing on thy balmy wings , And cheer them in the Coming Year . Bound the warm hearth by plenty blest ,
A living circle cries " Bejoice ! " While age and sober manhood rests , The roof resounds with childhood ' s voice . Thanks for the past , and comfort now , Bless the glad home with festive cheer , And silent prayers paternal , breathe
Fond hopes for many a Coming Year . Mother—thy child shall bless thee still ! Mourners—Bepeat " THY will be done !' Rev'llers—Let thought restrain the will ! Sinner—With prayer thy guilt is gone !
Poor Ones—Have hope in every hour ! Rich—Let the Poor your comforts share ! And all be glad , that virtue ' s power Can happier make the Coming Year ! EDWARD BBEWSTEK , P . M . Lodge of Concord .
Sonnet.
SONNET .
FJLLINO my mind with shadowy forms of fear—Unholy shapes—that flit in Morpheus' train—That shrilly shriek that bursts upon mine ear , Is it a cry of sorrow or of pain ? Weeps there a father , that a second Cain But now hath slain his brother ?—Doth the grief
Of some pale , sorrowing mother , o ' er the slain And mangled body of her Babe , find a relief In that wild shriek of horror?—Is it writhe Of mind or body that excites that cry , Filled as it is with o ' erfranght agon y ? Comfort in grief!—the cause of that wild wail
Was I who trod on sleeping Pussy ' s tail ! E . B .
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The Coming Year.
Bright child of mercy—Heavenly Hope ! Descend thou to this suffering pair , Bring healing on thy balmy wings , And cheer them in the Coming Year . Bound the warm hearth by plenty blest ,
A living circle cries " Bejoice ! " While age and sober manhood rests , The roof resounds with childhood ' s voice . Thanks for the past , and comfort now , Bless the glad home with festive cheer , And silent prayers paternal , breathe
Fond hopes for many a Coming Year . Mother—thy child shall bless thee still ! Mourners—Bepeat " THY will be done !' Rev'llers—Let thought restrain the will ! Sinner—With prayer thy guilt is gone !
Poor Ones—Have hope in every hour ! Rich—Let the Poor your comforts share ! And all be glad , that virtue ' s power Can happier make the Coming Year ! EDWARD BBEWSTEK , P . M . Lodge of Concord .
Sonnet.
SONNET .
FJLLINO my mind with shadowy forms of fear—Unholy shapes—that flit in Morpheus' train—That shrilly shriek that bursts upon mine ear , Is it a cry of sorrow or of pain ? Weeps there a father , that a second Cain But now hath slain his brother ?—Doth the grief
Of some pale , sorrowing mother , o ' er the slain And mangled body of her Babe , find a relief In that wild shriek of horror?—Is it writhe Of mind or body that excites that cry , Filled as it is with o ' erfranght agon y ? Comfort in grief!—the cause of that wild wail
Was I who trod on sleeping Pussy ' s tail ! E . B .