Poetry: The Baptism

Shc stood up in the meeknessof her heart Resting on God, and held her fairyoung child Upon her bosom, with its gentle eyes Folded in sleep, as if its soul had gone To whisper the hapt smal vow in Henven. The prayer went up devoutly, and tle lip Of the good man glowcd fervently with faith That t would be even as he prayed, And the sweet child be gatliered to the fold Of Jesus. As the holy words went on Her lips moved eilently, and tears, last tears, Stole from beneath her lasbes, nnd upon 'fhe forehead of the beautiful child lay soft With xhe baptismal water. T.'ien Í thought That, in the eye of Goii. that tnother's tears Would be a deeper covenant, whicii SW} And the temptations of the world, and death, Would leavc unbroken, and that slie would know, In the clear light of Heaven, how very strong The prnyer which pressed them from her heart had been In loading its young spirit up to God.