As tears will be remembrance in her heart If she should hear her children's cry to-night. Ah Mary, Mother, stand by Heaven's gate In loneliness and fear what Heaven holds To comfort her who leaves the earth behind. OUT OF HEARING No need to hush the children for her sake, She will not wake, mavrone, she will not wake. No need to hush the children for her sake; Even if their glee could yet again outbreak So loud and gay, She will not wake, mavrone, she will not wake. But sorrow a thought have they of merry-make This many a day: No need to hush the children. For her sake So still they bide and sad, her heart would ache She will not wake, mavrone, she will not wake Small heed they'd pay. No need to hush the children for her sake: "JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO" "JOHN ANDERSON, my jo, John," Ah, no, The same fond mother bent at night One 'mid the forests of the West, The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one— He lies where pearls lie deep; He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep. One sleeps where southern vines are dressed He wrapped his colors round his breast And one-o'er her the myrtle showers Its leaves, by soft winds fanned; She faded 'mid Italian flowers, The last of that bright band. And, parted thus, they rest who played Around one parent-knee! They that with smiles lit up the hall, Alas for love, if thou wert all, And naught beyond, O Earth! Felicia Dorothea Hemans (1793-1835] THE FAMILY MEETING WE are all here, Father, mother, Sister, brother, All who hold each other dear. Each chair is filled, we are all at home! To-night let no cold stranger come; |