He left his foot-prints in my home, His voice is in my heart; He left a kiss upon my lips, That never can depart. And there in Heaven where angels dwell, Where parting tears are never known, There lives the sweet and cherished one, Which here on earth I called my own. Dear Saviour, let me, on Thy breast, In faithfulness and praise recline. O let me never faint and fall, Nor ever mourn while Thou art mine! Thy spirit, Lord, is with me yet, To wipe all tear-drops from my eyes, And when the sun of life is set, The loved shall meet me in the skies. And now adown the path of life I go to cheer the faint and worn, And scatter words and acts of love, For those of hope and comfort shorn. In Thy bright foot-prints, O my Lord! Help me to lead some straying one. Be Thou my strength and hope and shield; Be Thou to me the rising sun. Rivers of pleasure, full and free, Shall then flow from Thy throne above, And all my gloom forgotten be, Hid in the ocean of Thy love. ANGEL-TWIN They took the new-born baby-twin, And sought to give it breath; Yet all in vain, the quiv’ring heart Soon silent lay in death. It never knew an earthly care. It never wept a tear. Who would recall the innocent? O who could wish it here! Deep Slumber hushed it on her breast; It sleeps beneath the sod. We would not wake that guileless one, That fair and folded bud. The mother clasps the living twin With a young mother’s love; Yet even she would not recall That sister babe above. Dear Saviour, guard this little one, Which Thou hast kindly given; That she may meet the sister-saint; Twin-angels, joined in Heaven. OUR CHILDREN “Our children.” Oft we hear these words, Yet none but parents know How deep they thrill the parent’s heart. The oceans ebb and flow; You stand upon the shores and see The shining billows roll; ’Twould be another thing to have The oceans in your soul; To hear their music fill your heart, Telling of hidden goal; To feel the rush of every wave, And have the vast control. You watch the stars, the fadeless stars That glitter on their way; Yet if you had them all in charge, To keep them night and day, O then your glorious retinue, Your starry host so bright, Would be outweighed by one of these: Our children of delight, Nor the care these loved ones want, To guide their thoughts aright, That they may find the shining shore, Beyond our mortal sight.