160 BUILDING UPON THE SAND. Then the sire of the maiden young and fair, BUILDING UPON THE SAND. ELIZA COOK. 'Tis well to woo, 'tis well to wed, But have a care, ye young and fair; For if ye give not heart to heart, You'll find you've played the "unwise part," BUILDING UPON THE SAND. 161 'Tis well to save, 'tis well to have And hold enough of sterling stuff, But place not all your hopes and trust And he who piles up wealth alone 'Tis good to speak in kindly guise, For speech should bind the human mind, But stay not at the gentle words; The mercy that is warm and true 162 THE ANGELS IN THE HOUSE. THE ANGELS IN THE HOUSE. ANON. THREE pairs of dimpled arms, as white as snow, Three little cheeks, like velvet peaches soft, Three pairs of tiny eyes, so clear, so deep, Three pairs of lips kissed me a sweet “Good-night,” Ah, it is well that "little ones "should love us; It lights our faith when dim, To know that once our blesséd Saviour bade them Bring "little ones" to him. And said he not, " Of such is Heaven," and blessed them, And held them to his breast? Is it not sweet to know that, when they leave us, 'Tis then they go to rest? And yet, ye tiny angels of my house, Three hearts encased in mine, How 'twould be shattered if the Lord should say, "Those angels are not thine!" WOMAN'S FOUR SEASONS. 163 WOMAN'S FOUR SEASONS. BAILEY. OUR life is comely as a whole; nay, more, Of being loved by those whom we love not. And winter is when those we love have perished; Some miss one season, some another; this It is as I have said. 164 MAUD MULLER. MAUD MULLER. WHITTIER. MAUD MULLER, on a summer's day, Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Singing, she wrought, and her merry glee But when she glanced to the far-off town, The sweet song died and a vague unrest A wish, that she had hardly dared to own, The Judge rode slowly down the lane, He drew his bridle in the shade Of the apple-trees, to greet the maid, And ask a draught from the spring that flowed Through the meadow across the road. She stooped where the cool spring bubbled up, And filled for him her small tin cup, |