The spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1840-1844, 1843-02-03
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THE BOY AND HIS ANGEL.
PART I.

f. PARTI.
"Oh, mother. I've been with nm angel TODAY!
was out, alone, in The forest to play,
Chasing the BUTTERFLIES, watching the bees,
And hearing the woodpecker tapping the trees;
, So played, and played, I'LL so weary grew,
! set down TO rest in the shade of a yew,
, While The birds sang so swee,ly high up in The top
held my breath mother, for fear they would stop
Thus long while sat looking up 10 the sky,
And watching the clouds that went hurrying by,
When heard voice call jus, over my head,
ilnt sounded as IT. come. oh brother" ii said;
And there, right over the top of the tree,
Oh mother. an angel was beck'n ming to me!
"And brother" once more. 'come. oh brother" he
cried,
And flew on light pnion, close down by my side
And. mother; oh, never was being so light,
As the one which then beamed on my wondering
| sight!
His face was as fair rs The delicate shell,
His hair down his shoulders IN fair ringe,s fell,
With eyes resting on me, so melting with love,
| Were as soft and as wild as the eyes Of dove!
| And somehow, dear mother, felt not afraid,
As his hand on my brow he curessingly laid,
And whispered so softly and gently 10 me,
Come, brother the angels are waiting for thee"
"And then on my forehead he ,enderly pressed
Such kisscs-oh, mother, they thrilled thro' my
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 poured,
Then plumed his bright pinons and upward he
And up, up he went, though the blue sky so far,
He seemed to float there like gmmering star.
Yet still my eyes followed bis raiden, flight
Till, lost in the AZURE he passed from sight,
Then, oh how feared, as caught The last CLEAN
or his vanishing form, it was only dream!
When soft voices whispered once more fiom the
"Come Brother, the angels ure waiting for thee"
PART II.
Oh, pale grew the mother, and heavy her heart,
For she knew her fair boy from this world must
depart,
Tha, his bright locks mus, fade in the dust Of the
tomb,
Ere the autumn winds wi,hered the summer'srich
bloom!
Oh, how his young footsteps she watched, day by
day,
As his delicate form wasted slowly awny.
Till the soft ligh, Of heaven seemed shed DER his
face,
And he crept up to die in her loving embrace!
"oh, clasp me. dear mother, close, close to your
breast.
On that gentle pillow again let me rest
Let me gaze up once more 10 that dear, loving
eye,
And them oh, meihinks, can willingly die!
lIow kiss me, dear mo,her OH quickly for see
The bright, blessed angels are waiting for mel"
Oh, wild was the anguish tina, swept through her
breast,
As,he long frantic kiss on his pale lips she press.
ed,
And felt the vain search OF his soft, pleading eye,
As it sirove 10 meet hers ere the fair boy could
die
81 see you not mother, for darkness and night,
Are hiding your dear, loving face from my sight
Blu, heare your low sobbings-dear molher,good
bye.
The angels nre ready to bear me on high!
will wait for you there but oh, tnIry not long,
Lest grief at your abserco should sadden my
song"
IIo ceased, and his hand, mcckly c'a'Pcd on his
breast,
While his sweet face sank down on its pillow Of
rest,
Then, closing his eyes, now all rayless and dim,
Went up with the angels that waited for him.