HOLD ON, HOLD IN, HOLD OUT. Hold on, my heart, in thy believing! Shall stand, though heaven and earth should fall. Hold in thy murmurs, Heaven arraigning; Who bear their burdens uncomplaining, Hold out! There comes an end to sorrow; BENJ. SCHMACKE. LILLY DALE. 'Twas a calm still night, and the moon's pale light, Shone soft o'er hill and vale; When friends mute with grief, stood around the-death bed Of my poor lost Lilly Dale. Oh! Lilly, sweet Lilly, dear Lilly Dale, Now the wild rose blossoms o'er her little green grave, 'Neath the trees in the flowery vale. Her cheeks that once glowed, with the rose tint of health, By the hand of disease had turned pale, And the death damp was on the pure white brow, I go she said, to the Land of Rest, And e'er my strength shall fail, I must tell you where, near my own loved home, Oh! &c. 'Neath the chesnut tree, where the wild flowers grow, And the stream ripples forth through the vale, When the birds shall warble their songs in Spring, There lay poor Lilly Dale. Oh! &c. f NETTIE MOORE. In a little white cottage, Where the trees are ever green, And the climbing roses blossom by the door; I've often sat and listened To the music of the birds, And the gentle voice of charming Nettie Moore. Oh! I miss you, Nettie Moore ! And the nights are lonely now, For you've gone from our little cottage home. Since the time that you departed For my heart is full of woe, Ever pining for my gentle Nettie Moore. O! I miss you, etc. You are gone, my darling Nettie ! But I'll wipe all the tears from off my eyes, I shall meet you once again, O! I miss you, etc. MY SPIRIT BABE. Unopened Bud of Life, O, can it be Ah! was the soul crushed in that dire embrace, A Spirit hovered near to thee, to invest To smother, ere it burned, the young life's flame. Oh, then, I am not childless: thou hast gone Broke fair in Heaven. This yearning heart shall find thee, And to itself only the closer bind thee For such brief separation. Go, my child, From this bleak earth, where thou hast never smiled. The sweet maternal office still is mine The human all engrossed in the divine By the clear wells of Truth my hand shall lead thee, These mute lips ne'er shall utter baby moans; Shall first awake their sweetness. Love shall teach To thee the music of an angel's speech, When from this curving mouth sweet words shall part, Then shall I seek through all those grottoes fair, I give to thee a name I love the best, Dear undeveloped Blossom of my Heart! Once more in these bereaved arms I hold thee- I am denied one living, warm caress; Where still for us new paths of life shall ope, LOVE AND HOPE. Oh! the world is dark and the world is bright, Sweet wife! And the rainbow follow the shower. and old, Oh! The world is gray, and weary, Sweet wife! When Winter shall follow the Spring. There's a star on the darkest cloud of heaven, There's a yellow sheaf where the plow hath driven, Sweet wife! And a crown o'er the Cross of Love. Oh! the world hath a dark and a sunny side; And the dawn will shine for us, my bride, Sweet wife! As when first on our love it rose. BABY CLARENCE. A little wave-thrown on the sea of Life, Only a day to struggle with the tide, Dear tinny feet that never walked on earth, |