1879 - Innes, C. L. Canterbury Sketches or Life from the Early Days - [Poems] p 210-211

       
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  1879 - Innes, C. L. Canterbury Sketches or Life from the Early Days - [Poems] p 210-211
 
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LINES ON HEARING A WOMAN SICK UNTO DEATH SAY,

"I dreamt I saw Jesus, and he said, 'Come here.'"

I.

I had a wondrous dream one night,
And oh, it was a glorious sight!
Jesus my Saviour stood quite near;
He beckoned me and said, "Come here?"

II.

He turned and onward went His way;
I strove to follow night and day;
The road was rough, I longed for rest;
But still I thought of His behest.

III.

I followed Him--a toilsome road;
I knew full well it led to God.
I saw His Hand still beckon me;
I struggled on, His Face to see.

IV.

At last when worn, and faint, and sore,
I fell, and thought to rise no more,
Jesus my Saviour stood quite near;
He raised me up and said, "I'm here."

v.

Oh, blessed dream! 'twas from above;
From Him who is the God of Love.
To me it was in mercy given,
That I might long and hope for Heaven.

C. L. Innes.
Nov. 13, 1879.

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LINES

Suggested by the Look on a Little Child's Face, on Hearing the Murmur of the Shell.

I.

My bonnie boy, what do you hear
As I hold the shell to your listening ear?
Do your hear the surge of the billows bright
As they break on the shore, their foam so white?
You raise your innocent, wondering eyes
To mine, with a look of sweet surprise,
And I ask, "Baby, what does it say?"
You cry "boom, boom," in your pretty way.

II.

'Tis the voice of the great sea, baby dear,
The murmur of Ocean that you hear.
It speaks of the joyous, sparkling sea,
As the vessel bounds o'er the waves so free;
It tells of storms, fierce, wild, and dark,
And the fate of many a gallant bark.
Hold it close to your ear and listen well,
'Tis the soft low murmur of the Shell!

III.

Ah! baby darling, how will it be
When you sail alone o'er Life's great sea?
I trust 'twill be calm, happy, and bright,
With very few storms, my dear one to fright;
And when Life's voyage is over and past
May you reach the Haven of Peace at last.

C. L. Innes.
Dec. 10, 1879.


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