Poems (Smith)/To Brother Albert

by Martha A. Smith

TO BROTHER ALBERT.

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Do not lightly cast aside
 This simple little rhyme;
But read it over carefully,
 When you have a little time.

'Tis written you so earnestly,—
 Best wishes of my heart;
I would to you, if possible,
 Some little good impart.

Brother, my only brother,
 A temper you must confess:
Old Satan, how he troubleth,
 And robs us of our rest.

If any wrong you then forgive,
 Like our Saviour on the cross:
You'll feel happier while you live,
 And in death will feel no loss.

Short, at best, is this weary life,
 We soon will go to rest;
Then let us do away with strife,
 And we'll be forever blest.

Throw aside all unkind feeling,
 'Twill only cause you pain;
And will not help you ever
 The better life to gain.

I think of you quite often,
 In sadness and in grief;
And pray God that He will soften
 And bring thy heart relief.

I feel you are worthy, brother,
 Of a happier life while here;
Your heartfelt love for mother
 Oft draws the silent tear.

When mourning in our sadness,
 For our lost mother dear,
Let us hope on in gladness,
 That we may with her appear.

Don't you think our mother
 Is watching us with love?
That God may bring us, brother,
 To a heavenly home above.

A kind adieu, my brother;
 If on earth we no more meet,
I trust we'll unite in Heaven,
 And there our mother greet.

Welcomed by our heavenly Father,
 When this struggling life is past;
Eternal rest in the Hereafter,
 Beautiful Heaven awaits at last.