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Show Jalrus' Daughter. The little maid's twelve stainless years Were past, mul she was fallen on sleep. When to her side the Mastar came, Uttering Htranee music In her ears. And with tho touch of a new birth Thnt, like a fine and fragrant flume, Through every vain swept, full and deep, Culled her again to hnppy earth. How far In heaven her little feet Had followed, there nre none to say, What utmosphero of love the while Wrappod her like sunshine warm nnd sweet; Whut soft wings stooped a boot her there, The gracious light of what glad smile, What tendcrneaa nlung the wny Met and caressed her everywhere Whether she saw In rank o'er rank First venturing Into houven alone A phalanx of iircliangols sliine. Or whether on some blossom-bank A cloud of cherubs suntr and sung, One knows not, nor If nil divine She suw; about tho Orent White Throne, Tho rainbow like hii emerald hang Yet earth must needs bn set to her Aftor that voice, thu I touch of grace, Thu heavenly peace Imparted then Fur her blest bunds to minister. And still n question comes to mo Of days ere heaven wna hers again, And which of all her wundering race Child of that little mid might be. Harriet l'rescott SpolTold In Youth's Companion |