And one by one they'll leave my side, And every where, by thee unseen, When three around the board are set, A cherub child, with angel wings, ELEANOR LEE. The Child and Beath. "DEAR mother," said a little child, "Oh! is it not a dreadful thought, "It would be so,” the mother said, "Where shines a brighter sun than this, "But does it not seem very sad To leave the glad young flowers, That we have loved to look upon "When winter comes with threatening clouds, And blossom in the sky?" "Not so, my child. Like us, the flowers But heaven has skies without a cloud, "And happy spirits wander there "Dear mother," said the little child, With earnest, thoughtful eye, And drawing closer to her side, "How I should like to die!" SUSAN PINDAR. The Dying Child. "MOTHER, I'm tired, and I would fain be sleeping; Let me repose upon thy bosom seek; But promise me that thou wilt leave off weeping, When from my weary eyes I shut the light. 66 Mother, one steals beside me now! And listen : Dost thou not hear the music's sweet accord? See how his white wings beautifully glisten! Surely those wings were given him by our Lord! Green, gold, and red are floating all around me; They are the flowers the angel scattereth : Shall I have also wings whilst life has bound me? Or, mother, are they given alone in death? "Why dost thou clasp me as if I were going? Why dost thou press thy cheek thus unto mine? Thy cheek is hot, and still thy tears are flowing: I will, dear mother, will be always thine! Do not sigh thus; it marreth my reposing; And if thou weep, then I must weep with thee. Oh, I am tired; my weary eyes are closing: Look, mother, look! the angel kisseth me!" FROM THE DANISH OF ANDERSON. QUIET slumberer! No gleam Though our tears are flowing free, Stricken from this weary life Time has brought no bitter thing, Angel bands are hovering O'er thee, Willy. FROM "CAPRICES." |