MISS CATHARINE BALL,

Bright sunbeam of a father's heart

Whose earliest radiance shone

Delightful o'er a mother's eye

Like morning-star in cloudless sky,

Say, whither hast thou flown?

Fair inmate of a happy home

Whose love so gently shed

Could a serene enchantment make

And love in stranger bosoms wake,

Ah, whither art thou fled?

They know, who trust the Saviour's word

With faith no tear can dim,

That such as bear His spirit here

And do His will in duty's sphere

Shall rise to dwell with Him.

They know, who feel an Angel near,

Though hid from mortal sight

And reaching out to her their hand

Shall safer reach that Pleasant Land

Whose buds no blast can blight.

Even I, who but with fleeting glance

Beheld thee here below,

From its remembered sweetness gain

New impulse toward that heavenly train

Whose harps in never-ceasing strain

With God's high praises glow.