Page:Home; or, The unlost paradise (IA homeorunlostpara00palm).pdf/64

And melodies, as from the airy lips
Of spirits all unseen, with mingled lyres
Touched as by angel fingers, seem to fill
The tranquil air. Ye cannot catch the strain,
But well ye deem that lovingly it greets
The gentle spirit of its clay disrobed.
Bear—bear the cherub, angels, to His arms
Who in his mortal years such lambs did fold
Close on his heart with heavenly grace and smiles,
And blessed and called them his, and said,—"Of such
Heaven's holy kingdom shall for ever be."
He hath its name already on his hands
Engraven, and hath watched it as his own;
And with a tenderness surpassing thine,
O mother, He thine innocent will meet,
Will soothe its fears and win its love with smiles
Of sweetness so divine that it shall need
No more e'en thy dear ministries, to fill
The measure of its bliss to full content.
What thou hadst thought to teach it, He will teach,
Of wisdom, goodness, beauty, truth, and love;