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308 FOREST MELODIES.
MY FATHER HAS COME.
[Daring a fearful tempest, in the absence of her father, my little daughter came to me flushed with animation, and clapping her hands, exclaimed : " My pa come! My papa cornel 0 mamma! my pa has come.'*]
• 'Tis so, my love, though in thine eye The tears of disappointment glisten ; Though for that step and voice so dear Thou didst so long and vainly listen.
Though dear papa, with happy smile, May not, as is his wont, caress thee ;
Yet thy great Father in the storm
Is near to-night, and near to bless thee.
Hark! even now along the cloud
» I hear his chariot wheels advancing ;
His voice is in the tempest loud,
His lightning through the darkness glancing.
And happy wilt thou be, my dear, If in the stormy way before thee,
While folding clouds, so cold and drear, Are hanging sternly, darkly o'er thee—
0 ! happy wilt thou be, sweet child, If in affliction's night of sadness,
Thou say'st, " My heavenly Father's near," With such a startled smile of gladness.
April. 1811. |
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