THE LITTLE PILGRIM. 327

Years rolled away, the scene has changed,
A wife and mother now,

Marian has found the Wicket Gate,
She and her children too.

And oh! how sweet it is to see
This little Pilgrim band,

As on towards their heaventy home,
They travel hand in hand.

When cloudy days fall to their lot,
They see a light afar,

The light that shone on Bethlehem’s plain,
The Pilgrim’s guiding star.

And now, dear children, whosoe’er,
Or wheresoe’er you be,

Who ponder o’er this strange, true tale
Of Marian’s history,—

If to the flowers of your young hearts,
Instruction’s dews are given,

Oh! be earnest as our Marian was,
To find the road to Heaven.