Original Poetry.

Thames Star, Volume XVI, Issue 5107, 30 May 1885, Page 1

Original Poetry.

THE MORNING AND EVEN-

IH.Cr OF LIFE

Lines suggested by a beautiful picture, in the possession of Mil Martin, Thames. In the tender days of childhood, When the soul is pure and true, Free from doubt, or fear of danger, Longing blessed work to do, How the gently flowing river Speeds life's little boat along, While Bweet, childish accents quiver Echoes of the angels' song.

Angel guardians softly hover, Gently steering down the stream, Safely guiding to the harbor, Whence the beacons clearly gleam; While along yon flower-strewn pathway, Little footsteps blithley troad, Angel guides are leading onward, Strewing blessings overhead.

Every gentle deed of kindness, Every thought, or word of love, Sows a living seed of beauty, That shall blossom forth above. So that when the daylight fadeth, And the evening shadows fall Gently o'er the aged pilgrim, Waiting for-the Angol's call.

ThongMa of peace, and blessed comfort Cheer his spirit's homeward way, While the angels wait to welcome, Pilgrims at the close of day. Watching yonder gleaming beacon, Waiting till his voyage is o'er, Blessed notes of loving •welcome, Woo him to the nearing shore.

Softly stir the silvery tresses, . ' ..'; From his calm and noble brow, As the angel guide caresses, Him who eitteth at the prow. ~ Full of latent love and beauty, Fraught with lessons deep and true, Teaching blessed truth and duty, Life's sweet semblance thus to show.

Beauteous picture! may thy mission Teach the hearts of those who gaze, FillHng life with sweet fruition, Lore's sweet recompense and praise. V Jenny Ween.