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Then  they  listened     He  is  singing,  '‘Jesus,  favor of  my  soul!"
                  And  the  wirtds  brought back the echo,  "  While  the nearer n.vats.rs  roll;”
                  Str ange,  indeed,  it  was  to  hear  him,  Till the  .term  of life  is past,”
                  Singing  bravely  from  the  waters,  “ Oh,  receive  my  son! at


                  He  could  have no other  refuge!  “ Hangs my  helpless  soul on  thee,

                  Leave,  ah,  have me  not!"     The  singer  dropped  at  last  into  the  sea,
                  And  the  watchers,  looking  homeward  through  their  eyes  with  te;,v^
                          made dim,
                  Said,  “  He  passed  to  be  with jesus  in  tlie  singing  of  that  hymn.”

                                                                   M a r i a n n e  P a r n i _\g h a m .




                                     THE  SOLDIER'S  CRADLE™HYMN.

                             F    R O M   a   field  o f   death  anti  carn ag e
                                     T o   th e   hospital  was  borne,
                                  One  M ay  morn  a  youthful  soldier,

                                     With  a  face  all  white  and  worn.


                                   Day  by  day lie  pined  and wasted,
                                      And  :t\vas  pitiful  to  hear
                                   Tii rough  the  dreary  long  night-watches,
                                     That  sad  call  of “  Mother,  dear.11


                                   W eary  sufferers,  moaning,  tossing,
                                     Turned  then  sad  eyes  towards  his  cot j
                                   But  that  cry-  was  still  incessant,
                                      The  young  soldier  heeded  not.



                                   It was  night;  the  lights  burned  dimly;
                                      O'er the  couch  his  mother  bent
                                   I-ovingly;  with  ^oft  cart:sses
                                     Through  his  hair  her  fingers  \vtnf
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