THE FAIRY'S Sn A RC ft 35 



Now wakes and brightens like the ray 



That herald's the approach of day. 



The memory of a Mother's love ! 



How like a voice from worlds above 



It thrills the soul ! How long it dwells 



Shrin'd in the heart's most holy cells 



A sacred thing. — If darkening powers 



Have quench'd the light of earlier hours 



And bade all other pure thoughts fly, 



That purest feeling will not die, 



But lives and smiles 'mid blight and gloom 



Like wild flower near a ruin'd tomb. 



That feehng may be buried deep 



Beneath a load of sin and shame. 



And may for long, long seasons keep 



Hidden from all its holy flame, 



But it will wake in some lone hour 



And rule the soul with conquering power. 



Thus with the captive,— thick and fast 



As Stars steal out when day is past, 



Now gentle thoughts and memories steal. 



Upon his spirit, and reveal 



Glimpses of better things. Ho\^ bright appears 



The vision of life's early years ; 



How purely to his spirit gaze 



Rises the well beloved form 



Of her who watch'd with love so warm 



His childhood's wayward days. 



Each token of her love for him, 



Her only son, her hope and pride, 



Her watching 'til the Stars grew dim^ 



In nightly vigils by his side. 



