Home Poems. Kate Louise Wheeler

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.

      LABOR OF LOVE

      He planted a tree, on the old home land,

      Where the summer sunlight stayed,

      Tho’ he knew full well he should never stand

      ’Neath it’s fruit and pleasing shade.

      He penciled a book, in his life’s last year,

      When the inspiration came,

      Tho’ he knew his heart it could never cheer

      With it’s gold and certain fame.

      But the leaves of his tree grew, day by day,