Questions

LAURA E. CARTER.

"WHAT do you think, little thoughtful one,
When the firelight flickers low,
And shadows o'er the hearth's gray stone
Are flitting to and fro?"

"I think that my mother loves me,
And the dark I do not fear,
With her watchful face above me
And her guiding hand so near."

"What do you think, little sailor lad,
When the fog, like a curtain gray,
Shuts out the beacon-light from view
As you'd enter the harboring bay?"

"I think that the harbor still is there,
And its light I soon shall see,
If I follow my Father's pilot—truth—
He has sent through the night to me."

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