Daily American telegraph. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1851-1852, 1852-02-17
AMERICAN TELEGRAPH
s9of such Is the Kingdom OF Heaven.

''Sh s"ch - the hln8aOm OF heAvcn.'
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An infant sits upon its mothers knee, s3ya Its .
And laughs and prattles in its happy glee ......
Now with sudden start 1t wildly leaps
Anon behind the chair at "brother" peeps
TIL, tired at length, it leans upon the breast
Where oft its infant cares are hushed to rest.
And then so lovingly the mothers arm ,, .a
LIS gently clasped around Its tiny form;
And from those earnest eyes halowed light
Is shed upon the babe SO fair and bright.
As, smiling now it gazes in those eyes, .'a. 49,. .
An image there the wond ring babe describes s.
That ne'er 1t saw, though oft and oft before
1t thus had gazed, and learned the mystic lore
Deep hidden there-its secrets all unknown
To man--reyealed to Innocence alone.
But now an angel from those 6rbs SO mild, '.
Smile answering smile, looks down upon the child;
An angel face, SO tiny, yet So true, t ..,. . b,
With eyes ofmldnights deepest shade of blue,
And eheets and lipa that sllanas the roses hue.
Az, smiling still, the child, with sweet surprise,
Beholds its smiling image in those eyes, ... y:
sudden wonder smooths the dimpling cheeks
And straight the angels face the same bespeaks:
And should thousand changes come and go
Athwart its face, those changes still would show
Within that mirror bright where cen a tear y.
On its soft cheek would still be imaged clear.
No more surprised, its gaze more languid grows,
And soothed to sleep, It's eyeids gently close,
As leaves of breeze-rocked flowers at eve repose.
It's slumbers light the angel still attends
The waking with the sleeping vision blends.
Anon it starts and stretches forth its hands,
And as its mother by the cradle stands,
The angel from those gentle eyes looks down,
And soft returns each smile or passing frown;
And bounds the baby I'M its laughing glee
The angel in the mothers eye to see!
Years swiftly pass.-and like an opening rose
The lovely babe to blooming childhood grows:
Time e'en more swiftly passes, and at length
He stands revealed in manhoods pride and strength,
And heightened with each year the lapse between
The angels visits, till no more tits seen:
Frighted it flies from Passion, Care and Pride
Its presence, often spurned, is now denied
But still within that mothers faithful heart
A treasure dwcls from which she will not part
The memory of fair and gentle child
That often gazed into her eyes and smiled.
Those eyes, with sorrow dim, have lost their glow,
And charm no more-h,s eyes avoid them now.
The mother prays-prays for her darling son,
And to her pleadings Mercy's ear is won;
With deep repentance is h1 proud heart wrung,
And prayer most fervent trembles on his tongue,
Till bounteous Heaven the precious boon bestows
And then with grateful love his heart oernows,
While his fond mother weeps such tears Of joy
As angels weep, DER her returning boy
Once more he gazes in those loving eyes;
But never more the image there will rise,
That years agone his infant vision blessed
First as he leaned upon his mothers breast:
No more on earth,-ior low upon those eyes
The unbroken seal of peace and silence lies
And now in bissful hope he calmly waits
Till death shall ope to him the eternal gates
Of life and Highland soon, from nth set free,
His soul exulting in its liberty,
To heaven ascends above the ambient air,
And joys to meet the long-sought angel there;
Yes, though expanded is each blooming grace,
1t is, it is the same bright angel face
And Purity is in its aspect fair,
And Innoc ence is sweetly written there
Forbid them not, but hithcr bring the child
To me-" the SAVIOUR said, and gently smiled
40 such as these immortal joys are given
\ cIi.D.IiKE HEART alone is worthy heaven"