The Middlebury people's press. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1841-1843, 1843-01-18
MISCELLANEOUS.
THE BOY AND HIS ANGEL.
BY MRS. C. NJ. SAWYER.
PAM

J oO1 AMI ITO
BY MRS. C. NJ. SAWYER.
PART l.
"Oh, mother, Five been with an ange, to day
| | was out, alone, in the forest to play,
| Chasing after the butterflies, watching the
bees,
And hearing the woodpecker tapping the
trees;
Sol played, and l played, till SO weary
grew,
| sat down to rest in the shade of a yew,
While the birds sang so sweetly high up in
the top,
held my breath mother, for fear they would
stop
Thus long while sat looking up to the
sky,
And watching the clouds that went hurrying
by,
When heard voice calling just over my
head,
That sounded as if, come ,oh brother p it said
And there, right over the top of the tree,
/ Oh mother, an angel was beck 'ning to me!
ssAnd 'brotherr once more, come, oh broth
ern he cried,
And flew on light pnions close down by my
sidel
And, mother, oh. never was being so bright,
As the one which then beamed on my won
dering sight!
His face was as fair as the delicate shell,
His HAIR down his shoulders in fair ringlets
fell,
With eyes resting on me, SO melting with
love,
Were as soft and as wild as the eyes of a
dove.
And somehow. dear mother, felt not afraid,
AS his hand on my brow he caressingly laid,
And whispered so softly and gently to me,
Come, brother, the angels are waiting for
q thee!'
"And then on my.forehead he tenderly pres
Such kisses-ch, mother, they thrilled thro'
my breast,
As swiftly as lightning leaps down from on
high,
When the chariot of God rolls along the
black sky!
While his breath, floating round me, was
soft as the breeze
That played in my tresses, and rustled the
trees:
At last on my head deep blessing he pour
ed,
Then plumed his bright pinions and upward
he scared!
And up, uphc went, through the blue sky,
so far,
He seemed to float there like a glimmering
star,
Yet still my eyes followed his radiant flight
Till, lost in the azure, he passed from my
sight!
Then, oh, how feared, as caught the last
CLEAN
Of his vanishing form, it was only dream!
When soft voices whispered once more from
the tree,
Come Brother, the angels are waiting for
theel''
PART II.
Oh, pale grew the mother. and heavy her
heart,
For she knew her fair boy from this world
must DEPART
That his bright locks must fade in the dust
of the tomb,
Ere the autumn winds withered the sum-
mer's rich blooml
Oh, how his young footsteps she watched,
day by day,
As his delicate form wasted slowly away,
Till the soft light of heaven seemed shed
DER his face,
And he crept up to die in her loving embrace!
sob, clasp me, dear mother, close, close to
your breast.
On thai gentle pillow again let me rest
Let me gaze up once more to that dear, low
ing eye,
And then, oh, methinks, can willingly die,
Now kiss me, dear mother! oh, quickly for
The bright, blessed angels are waiting for
mer'
Oh, wild was the anguish that swept through
her breast,
As The long frantic kiss on his pale lips she
pressed,
And felt the vain scar ch of his soft, pleading
eye,
As it strove to meet hers ere the fair boy
could die.
81 see you not, mother, for darkness and
night,
Are hiding your de ar, loving face from my
sight
But hear your low sobbings-dear mother,
goodbye!
The angels are ready to bear me on high
l will wait for you there-but oh, tarry not
long,
Lest grief AT your absence should sadden my
songr'
He ceased, and his hands meekly clasped on
HIS breast,
| While his sweet face sank down on its pill
| low of rest,
Then, closing his eyes, now all rayless and
dim.
Went up with the angels that waited for him!
From the Lady's Book.
rs She Ktrh2
RY T. s. ARTHUR.
CAROLINE is certainly sweet girl ~ a