Faith.
And lines of pain from his face would fade;
His eyes would fill with an eager thought;
And his paling lips would part, to breathe
Some low child-prayer that his mother taught.
His eyes would fill with an eager thought;
And his paling lips would part, to breathe
Some low child-prayer that his mother taught.
And then, away to the cheerless home
Where age and indigence toiled for bread,
Where the widow's eyes looked wildly down
On the dear, dear ones! that must be fed;
And, oh! if the niggard wage should fail!
"What shall I do, if they pay me not?"—
The angel visitor calmly smiled,
And, softly whispering, told her what!
Her pale cheek flushed with a sudden start,
Though the tear-drops gleamed there all the while;
The angel passed, but the widow's heart
Mirrored forever her holy smile.
Where age and indigence toiled for bread,
Where the widow's eyes looked wildly down
On the dear, dear ones! that must be fed;
And, oh! if the niggard wage should fail!
"What shall I do, if they pay me not?"—
The angel visitor calmly smiled,
And, softly whispering, told her what!
Her pale cheek flushed with a sudden start,
Though the tear-drops gleamed there all the while;
The angel passed, but the widow's heart
Mirrored forever her holy smile.
And still the garments around her flung
Were stainless from the touch of clay;
And still the smile that her pure lip bore
Beautiful shone as the early day!
And would you see her, the angel, Faith?—
When life seems dark to your tear-dimm'd eyes,
Ye may catch a glimpse of her snow-white hand.
Pointing aloft to the far, bright skies.
Were stainless from the touch of clay;
And still the smile that her pure lip bore
Beautiful shone as the early day!
And would you see her, the angel, Faith?—
When life seems dark to your tear-dimm'd eyes,
Ye may catch a glimpse of her snow-white hand.
Pointing aloft to the far, bright skies.
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