Seeking and finding, with the angels sing: [20]
“Lo, I am with you alway,”—watch and pray.
No snare, no fowler, pestilence or pain;
No night drops down upon the troubled breast,
When heaven's aftersmile earth's tear-drops gain,
And mother finds her home and heavenly rest. [25]
June
Whence are thy wooings, gentle June?
Thou hast a Naiad's charm;