Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1844-02-07
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From the Episcopal Recorder.
THE BOY AND HIS ANGEL.

THE BOY AND HIS ANGEL.
.'Oh mother, I've been playing with an angel
to-day
] was ou., alone, in the forest at play,
Chasing after the butterflies, watching the
bees,
And hearing the wood-pecker tapping the
So 1 played, and played, till so weary 1
grew,
I sat down to rest in the shade of yew,
While the birds sang SO sweetly, high up on
its 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. it
said
And there, right over the top ofthe tree,
Oh mother, an angel was beck'ning TO me
And s'brother," once more, ''come, oh broth
ert' he cried,
And flew on hgnt pinions close down TO my
side +!
And mother, oh, never was being so bright.
As the one which then beamed on my wan
dering sight!
His face was as fair as the delicate shell,
His hair down his shoulders in fair ringleGs
fell,
Ais ewes resting ON me, so melting with love,
Were as soft and as mild as the eyes of
dove.
And somehow, dear mother, felt not afraid,
As his hand on my brow he carelessly laid
And whispered so softly and gently to me,
<.Come brother, the angels are waiting for
thee"
And then on my forehead he tenderly pre- ssed
Such kisses-oh, mother, they thrilled through
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 iresses, and rustied the
trees.
At last on my head deep blessing he poured,
Then plumed his bright pinions and upward
he scared
And up. up he went, through the blue sky, so
far,
He seemed to float there like glittering star,
Yet still my eyes followed his radiant flight, |
Till. lost in the azure, he passed from ny
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,
s.Come. brother, the angels are waiting for
thee %
Oh, pale grew that 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 summers
rich bloom
oh, how his young foots tops she watched,
day by day,
As his delicate form slowly wasted away,
Till the soft light of heaven seemed shed Ger
his face,
And he crept up to die in her loving embrace
IS Oh clasp me, dear mother, close, close to
your breast,
On that gentle pillow again let me rest!
Let me once more gaze up to that dear, loving
eye,
And then, oh methinks, can willingly die
Now kiss me, dear mother, oh quickly for
see, j.,
..The bright, blessed angels are waiting for
me !"
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 search of his soft, pleading
eye,
As it strove to meet hers ere the fair boy
could die.
!" see you not, mother, for darkness and
night, !,
Are hiding your dear loving face from my
sight q
But hear your low sobpiug--dear mother,
good bye! b
Che angels are ready to bear me on high! ;;
will wait Tor you there-but oh, tarry not v
long,
est grief at your absence should sadden my C
song! n
10 ceased and his hands meekly clasped on
his breast, h
While his sweet face sank down in its pillow "
of rest
hen, closing his eyes, now all rayless and 81
dim, tx
Tent up with the angels that waited tor HIM! a
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