Oh, ’tis enough! Let earthly sorrow cease,
While Jesus says in him we shall have peace.
That God in us may his designs fulfill,
We’ll meekly suffer all his holy will.
To My Mother.
BY ANNIE R. SMITH.
My lot has been to roam
Far from the cheering light of home,
Mid scenes of commotion, turmoil and strife,
Temptation and snares that beset this life.