"I tell you what, Mac's body's in the ground;
His head, his feet, and every other part,
But just his heart—
And that's gone up to heaven, and angels found."
The child thus solved the thought that troubled so.
And as I overheard this earnest talk,—
Which might some shock,—
I wondered if we could more wisdom show.
As each seemed satisfied, their play went on.
But Bertram's thought sank deep in sister's mind,
And left behind
The wonder how dear Mac to heaven had gone.
At last, when ready for their sweet "Good Night,"
She softly said, "It can't be very dark,
Not very dark
For Mac, I know, 'cause God will make it light."
Oh, lovely faith of childhood's trusting days,
Sent fresh from heaven to be our loving guide,
When sadly tried
By doubt or sorrow's strange, mysterious ways.
[D] MacLaurin Cooke Gould, died in Maplewood, Mass., November 8, 1887.
[WILLARD AND FLORENCE ON MOUNT WACHUSETT.]
July, 1888.