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THE RABBI'S JEWELS.
So might we two have said or sungBut four short years ago,That Sabbath evening that we boreOur darling through the snow.
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Another dedication-dayHas come and gone since then,And we have given our darling boyUp to the Lord again—
God grant with hearts as true, as when,That day of storm and snow,We brought him first unto the Lord,Four happy years ago!
A stormy day to our poor heartsThis baptism of fire—Though nature wears her roses now,And earth her greenest 'tire!
Roughly the storm of sickness shookOur little tender flower;But the Good Shepherd of the sheepWas with us in that hour,
And gave to our beloved sleep—Then bid us watch and seeThe storm pass o'er him while he slept,From conscious suffering free.
Kinder than tenderest mother's armsWere round him as he slept,And brighter visions than our homeWere for his waking kept!
For the dear Saviour in His armsHas borne our lamb away,To wake to more than mother's love—Earth's storms all past for aye!
The Rabbi's Jewels.
In schools of wisdom all the day was spent;His steps at eve the Rabbi homeward bent,With homeward thoughts which dwelt upon the wifeAnd two fair children who consoled his life.