'It is well with the Child,'

Only one dark December time,
With chill and gloomy hours ;
And now — the' everlasting spring/
The' never- withering flowers.'
Only one week of weary pains,
With suffering oppressed ;
And now — the Sabbath that remains,
God's everlasting rest.

Only one word of earthly speech,
The sweetest and the first ;
And now — the songs that angels sing
From baby lips have burst
Only one journey, fondly borne
In arms of tenderest love ;
And now — no wanderings more for him.
Safe in the home above.

Yes, safe for ever, safe and blest,
Where they' go no more out ;'
With Jesus, whom he never grieved
By any sin or doubt.
Not preluded by tearful prayer,
His happy praise shall swell,
And joy of' welcome' shall be his
Who never knew' farewell.'