9Fed by Thy love divine we live, For Love alone is Life; And life most sweet, as heart to heart
12Speaks kindly when we meet and part.
Grave on her monumental pile:
15She won from vice, by virtue's smile, Her dazzling crown, her sceptred throne, Affection's wreath, a happy home;
18The right to worship deep and pure, To bless the orphan, feed the poor; Last at the cross to mourn her Lord,
21First at the tomb to hear his word:
To fold an angel's wings below; And hover o'er the couch of woe;
24To nurse the Bethlehem babe so sweet, The right to sit at Jesus' feet;
1To form the bud for bursting bloom, The hoary head with joy to crown;
3In short, the right to work and pray, "To point to heaven and lead the way."
THE MOTHER'S EVENING PRAYER
6O gentle presence, peace and joy and power; O Life divine, that owns each waiting hour, Thou Love that guards the nestling's faltering flight!
9Keep Thou my child on upward wing to-night.
Love is our refuge; only with mine eye Can I behold the snare, the pit, the fall:
12His habitation high is here, and nigh, His arm encircles me, and mine, and all.
O make me glad for every scalding tear,
15For hope deferred, ingratitude, disdain! Wait, and love more for every hate, and fear No ill, — since God is good, and loss is gain.
18Beneath the shadow of His mighty wing; In that sweet secret of the narrow way, Seeking and finding, with the angels sing:
21"Lo, I am with you alway," — watch and pray.
No snare, no fowler, pestilence or pain; No night drops down upon the troubled breast,