Now terror seized her quaking frame: Yet once again, amidst her fright, Regardless of whate'er she felt, It followed down the plain! She own'd her sins, and down she knelt, Then on she sped; and hope grew strong, Loud fell the gate against the post! Still on, pat, pat, the goblin went, Her strength and resolution spent, Out came her husband, much surprised; Of what they had to fear. The candle's gleam pierced through the night, Distinctly might be seen. Then he lifted his voice, but none to hear So he cover'd his head with his half-fledged wing, Ah! never more in that beautiful wood And for many a day no song of joy And thus, little children, from this you may learn The cause of sorrow which nought may remove You each have a home in a chosen tree, Your parents have lit it with love; Then cause not the shadow of grief to ascend, But seek for that wisdom that comes from on high, That truth which shall never decay ; That heaven-born peace which the world cannot give, Nor the world and its pride take away. And your heavenly Father who dwelleth above He will send down the light of celestial love |