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HOLD ON, HOLD IN, HOLD OUT.

Hold on, my heart, in thy believing!
The steadfast only, wins the crown.
He who, when stormy waves are heaving
Parts with his anchor, shall go down;
But he who Jesus holds through all

Shall stand, though heaven and earth should fall.

Hold in thy murmurs, Heaven arraigning;
The patient see God's face;

Who bear their burdens uncomplaining,
'Tis they that win the Father's grace;
He wounds himself who braves the rod,
And sets himself to fight with God!

Hold out! There comes an end to sorrow;
Hope from the dust, shall conquering rise;
The storm foretells a summer morrow;
The cross points on to paradise.
The Father reigneth; cease all doubt;
Hold on, my heart, hold in, hold out!

BENJ. SCHMACKE.

LILLY DALE.

'Twas a calm still night, and the moon's pale light,

Shone soft o'er hill and vale;

When friends mute with grief, stood around the-death bed Of my poor lost Lilly Dale.

Oh! Lilly, sweet Lilly, dear Lilly Dale,

Now the wild rose blossoms o'er her little green grave,

'Neath the trees in the flowery vale.

Her cheeks that once glowed, with the rose tint of health, By the hand of disease had turned pale,

And the death damp was on the pure white brow,
Of my poor lost Lilly Dale. Oh! &c.

I

go she said, to the Land of Rest,

And e'er my strength shall fail,

I must tell you where, near my own loved home,
You must lay poor Lilly Dale.

Oh! &c.

'Neath the chesnut tree, where the wild flowers grow, And the stream ripples forth through the vale, When the birds shall warble their songs in Spring, There lay poor Lilly Dale. Oh! &c.

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NETTIE MOORE.

In a little white cottage,

Where the trees are ever green,

And the climbing roses blossom by the door;

I've often sat and listened

To the music of the birds,

And the gentle voice of charming Nettie Moore.

Oh! I miss you, Nettie Moore !
And my happiness seems o'er,
While a spirit sad around my heart has come;
And the busy days are long,

And the nights are lonely now,

For you've gone from our little cottage home.

Since the time that you departed
I have longed from earth to rise,
And join the happy angels gone before;
I cannot now be merry,

For my heart is full of woe,

Ever pining for my gentle Nettie Moore.

O! I miss you, etc.

You are gone, my darling Nettie !
I have mourned you many a day,

But I'll wipe all the tears from off my eyes,
For as soon as life is past,

I shall meet you once again,
In heaven, darling, up above the skies.

O! I miss you, etc.

MY SPIRIT BABE.

Unopened Bud of Life, O, can it be
This lovely form is all there is of thee?
Lingered no Sister Essence in the air,
To light and glorify a shrine so fair?

Ah! was the soul crushed in that dire embrace,
When Birth and Death were gathered face to face?

A Spirit hovered near to thee, to invest
The spotless chamber of thy little breast,
And lingered till the shrouded Angel came

To smother, ere it burned, the young life's flame.
Then gather up its pinions, soft and free,
For the fresh dawn of its Eternity!

Oh, then, I am not childless: thou hast gone
Where Angel Nurses bear thee; thy first morn

Broke fair in Heaven. This yearning heart shall find thee,

And to itself only the closer bind thee

For such brief separation. Go, my child,

From this bleak earth, where thou hast never smiled.

The sweet maternal office still is mine

The human all engrossed in the divine

By the clear wells of Truth my hand shall lead thee,
And from the fount of Living Goodness feed thee.
Through all the Courts of Heaven my ear shall greet
The bounding music of thy little feet!

These mute lips ne'er shall utter baby moans;
But purest gladness breathed in dulcet tones

Shall first awake their sweetness. Love shall teach To thee the music of an angel's speech,

When from this curving mouth sweet words shall part,
With a deep blessing for thy mother's heart.

Then shall I seek through all those grottoes fair,
Rich "Gems of Life" to crown thy flaxen hair:
And all the beauty of those soft blue eyes,
That woke not here, shall brighten Paradise;
And O, what rapture in their light, to find
Unfolding all the eloquence of mind.

I give to thee a name I love the best,
Before they lay thee in thy place of rest;
For thou to me an actual Being art,

Dear undeveloped Blossom of my Heart!
Where Angels breathe in Heaven's mild atmosphere,
The beauties shall expand that wither here.

Once more in these bereaved arms I hold thee-
Once more to this lone bosom I enfold thee,
My first born and my precious, for I know
The time has come when even this must go!
Yet tell me not my clinging hope is vain!
Dear little Mary we shall meet again.

I am denied one living, warm caress;
Yet these cold lineaments have power to bless,
When lit with such sweet hope, such joy divine,
To think thou wert, thou art, forever mine!
But for a season I release thy hand-
I will not keep thee from the Spirit-Land,

Where still for us new paths of life shall ope,
Fair daughter of my promise and my hope;
No barriers to our progress shall be found
Scattered abroad throughout that heavenly ground;
But buds of joy shall crown the chastening rod,
With life as infinite as God.

LOVE AND HOPE.

Oh! the world is dark and the world is bright,
And the worm gnaws out Life's flower;
But a golden morrow shall follow the night,
And the rainbow follow the shower,

Sweet wife!

And the rainbow follow the shower.

and old,

Oh! The world is gray, and weary,
And the birds have ceased to sing;
But the love of truehearts need never be cold,
When Winter shall follow the Spring,

Sweet wife!

When Winter shall follow the Spring.

There's a star on the darkest cloud of heaven,
And a soft eye looks from above;

There's a yellow sheaf where the plow hath driven,
And a crown o'er the Cross of Love,

Sweet wife!

And a crown o'er the Cross of Love.

Oh! the world hath a dark and a sunny side;
But the light in darkness glows;

And the dawn will shine for us, my bride,
As when first on our love it rose,

Sweet wife!

As when first on our love it rose.

BABY CLARENCE.

A little wave-thrown on the sea of Life,
But not its storms to breast;

Only a day to struggle with the tide,
And then it was at rest.

Dear tinny feet that never walked on earth,
Now tread the golden streets :-

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