The Guest

rom out the fjreat world's rush and din There tam The inner curt ie tute red in, And aate at rcat. ¦ . the wild tiWffflirs verVdOMri; Ai.ir the hungry holt of cares - cd, npoKd. The thro' the dim door of tbc past, AU pure of blame, Catne boyiih memorie floating tast- J 1 is mother's name. "Ah ! all ths !oud world calla the best Id give' he aaid, "'In iccl her hand ; on her dear breast 'l'o Unui iny hc;il." . ._ ,_ ._ , d ihe crowned day ; P woulü bc joy, ild she but hear me far awuy, Unce more her boy.' Man's strength ís weakneSf a f ter all, 1 Ie stood confessed ; None quite can quelJ the heart's wild cali ; N ooe quite ve bleet. Across the face that knowí no fcar A shude hwept tast, A il a hnfcerlng angel near 'Ihat motnent passed. The tacred silence of the room Dal sol'lly stir , lendor' prew withm the glootn, Oi her, of ktr i Uih anti tlin iie men win ; out unid the worlds turm'ils A ttrong man stands, rpheld in triumph. in his toils, l!y unseen hands. But who may lift with suUle wand The mak we w I only know his molher's had Ia on his hair. 1 only know thro' all life's harina, Through sin' all nthow iomn ' K