"my Wife And Child."

The tatt oo beats ; - the liglits are gone ;- The camp around in slumber lks ;- ■ The night wiili olcmn pace moves on, The shadows thickcn o'er theskie's ; But sloep my weary eyes liath flown, And sad, uneasy thoughtB arise. I think of thee, oh, d.=are3t one, Whose !ove my early life halh blost;- Of thee uid hira- baby sou - Who slmnbors on tliy gentle breftt;- God of the tender, frail and lome, Oh, goard the gentle sleeper's rest, And hover. prently hovev near To her, whose w.'itchful evo is wet - The molher, wife-the doubly denr. Ir. whose yocng hcart have fieshly met Two strenms of love so doop W)d clcar- And cbeor her drooping spirit yet. Now, while she kneels before Thy tUrone, Ob, tcteh hor, II uier oí" the sinos, That while by Thy behest alone Earth's mightiest powers fnll or riso, lío teftr is wept to Thee unknown, No huir s !ost, no aparrow dies! Th at. thou cftnst stay the rnttleBS handa Of dark disease, and soothe itl pain; That only by Thy stern commniula The batlle's lost, the soldier's slain- That from the distant soa or land Thou bring'st the wanderer home again! Anl hes upon her pillow lone Her tear-wet olioek is sadly pressed, Mnv happier vieions beam upon The bi'ightening curronts of her breast; - Nor frowning look, nor angry tone Disturb the Sabbath of her rest ! Whatevcr fat3 Ihoso forms may show, Loved with a passion almast wild - By day - by night - in joy or woe - By fear'a oppressod, or hopes beguiled, From every danger, every foe, Oh, God I protoet my wife and child !