My share! No deed of house or spreading lands,

As I had dreamed; no measure Heaped up with gold; my elder brother's hands

Had never held such treasure. Foxes have holes, and birds in nests are fed:

My brother had not where to lay his head.

My share! The right like him to know all pain

Which hearts are made for knowing; The right to find in loss the surest gain;

To reap my joy from sowing

In bitter tears; the right with him to keep

A watch by day and night with all who weep.

My share! To-day men call it grief and death;

I see the joy and life to-morrow; I thank my Father with my every breath,

For this sweet legacy of sorrow; And through my tears I call to each "joint heir

With Christ, make haste to ask him for thy share.”

DIVINE LOVE.

H. H.