222 RECONCILIATION. 
STAR OF BETHLEHEM. 
Ornithogalum. 
Language — RECONCILIATION. 
Homely words may we deem them; the season has flown 
When we heard them from others, or made them our own; 
Yet, would that their spirit of sweetness and truth 
Could come to our ears as it came in our youth; 
0, would that we uttered as freely as then, 
“ Let’s make it up, brother; smile kindly again. 
Let’s make it up.” 
Let us make it up, brother. O, when we were young, 
No pride stayed the words ere they fell from the tongue ; 
No storms of dissension, no passions that strove, 
Could banish forever the peace-making dove. 
If ’twas frighted a while from its haven of rest, 
It returned at the sound that would please it the best — 
“ Let’s make it up.” 
Let us make it up, brother. 0, let us forget 
How it is that so coldly of late we have met; 
Where the fault may be resting we’ll stay not to tell — 
Its curse on the spirits of both of us fell; 
So take my hand firmly, and grasp as of yore; 
Let heart whisper to heart, as they whispered before, 
“ Let’s make it up.” 
Charlotte Young. 
<§) ' ■ - ’ ■ =© 
