128 THE DYING MOTHER. Unconsciously my comforter, I heard thy little footsteps come Thy childhood passed, and then I saw But the broad leaf that sheathed it once Has all too narrow grown, And it must face the storm and wind Listen, my child, thou knowest well PASSING AWAY. Oh, follow in thy father's steps, I hear my Saviour calling me, To his blessed home above; 66 129 FROM THE DOVE ON THE CROSS." PASSING AWAY. "Passing away is written on the world, and all the world contains." Ir is written on the rose, In its glory's full array; "Passing away." It is written on the skies Of the soft blue summer day; It is traced on sunset's dyes- 130 PASSING AWAY. It is written on the trees, As their young leaves glistening play, It is written on the brow, It is written on the heart, Alas! that there decay Should claim from love a part― Friends, friends! Oh! shall we meet Where lovely things and sweet Shall we know each other's eyes, Oh! if this "Passing away"? may be So, Speed, speed, thou closing day, To pass away! HEMANS. COME, list to me, and you shall hear A famous man of Switzerland,- Near Reuss's bank, from day to day, By prudent thrift and hardy toil 132 WILLIAM TELL. Nor was the hunter's craft unknown; To track the rock-frequenting herd A little son was in his home, His father's sheep were all his friends; So peacefully their hours were spent But oft some shining April morn And blackest griefs o'er joyous homes Not yet on Switzerland had dawned Her day of liberty; The stranger's yoke was on her sons, |