  A baby played beside a covered well, And peeping thro’ he saw the waters clear; He clapped his hands, enchanted by the spell, And knew not that the Reaper hovered near. The sunlight flooded all the summer sky, A little bird sang sweetly from her nest; While troubled waters hushed his piteous cry The baby soul had found it’s perfect rest. A woman stood among the flowers fair And ’neath her bridal veil she blushed unseen; She said: “I will,” and breathed a silent prayer And knew not that a shadow fell between. An angel led her from the sacred place And whispered of another’s priceless love; While smiles yet lingered on her happy face The bride’s pure soul had found it’s joy above. A manly figure near an altar stood To consecrate his life to God on high; He thought the future promised every good And knew not that his summons sounded nigh. The Sabbath sunshine bathed his cheek and brow, And Hope deferred, now triumphed from his eyes; While thrilled his soul with an unspoken vow ’Twas called to nobler work in Paradise. When skies are brightest threatening clouds appear, Thro’ deepening shades the welcome sunlight steals; When hearts are happiest sorrows hover near ’Tis well for us that God the future shields. |
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