Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1854-02-04

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Prom Dickens Household Words.
THE ANGELs STORY.
TuRoRcm the blue and frosty heavens,
Christmas stars were shining bright;
The glistening lamps Of the great City
Almost matched their cleaning light;
And the winter snow was lying.
And the winter winds were signing,
Long ago one Christmas night.
While from every tower and stecplc,
Pealing bells were sounding clear,
Never with such tones Of gladness,
Save when Christmas time is near)
Many one that night was merry,
Who had toiled through all the year.
That night saw old wrongs forgiven,
Friends, long parted reconcile;
Voices, all unused to laughter,
Eyes that had forgot to smile,
Anxious hearts that feared the morrow,
Freed from all their cares awhile.
Rich and poor felt the same blessing
From the gracious season fall;
Joy and plenty in the cottage,
Peace and feasting in the hall:
And the voices of the children
Ringing clear above it all
Yet one house was dim and darkened
Gloom, aud sickness, and despair
Abiding in the glded chamber,
Climbing up the marble stair,
Stlling even the voice of mourning
For child lay dying there.
Silken curtains fell around him,
Velvet carpets hushed the tread,
Many costly toys were lying
All unheeded, by his bed;
And his tangled golden ringlets
Were on dOwny pillow spread.
All the skill of the great City
To save that little life was vain;
That little thread from being broken:
That little word form being spoken;
Nay, his very mothers pain,
And the mighty love within her,
Could not give him health again.
And she knelt there still beside him,
She alone with strength to smile,
And to promise he should suffer
No more in little while,
And with murmur'd song and story
The long weary hours beguile.
Suddenly an unseen Presence
Checked these constant mourning cries,
Still the little hearts quick futtering,
Raised the blue aud wondering eyes,
Fixed on some mysterious vision,
With a startled sweet surprise.
For radiant angel hovercd
Smiling o FER the little bed;
With his raiment from his shoulders
Snowy dove-like pinions spread,
And the starlike light was shining
In glory round his head.
While with tender love, the angel,
Leaning o'cr the little nest,
In his arms the sick child folding,
Laid him gently on his breast.
Sobs and walings from the mother,
And her darling was at rest.
So the angel, slowly rising,
Spread his wings; and through the air,
Bore the pretty child, and held him
On his heart with loving care,
A red branch of blooming roses
Placing softly by him there.
While the child thus clinging, hoated,
Towards the mansions of the Blest,
Gazing from his shining guardian
To the flowers upon his breast,
Thus the angel spake, still smiling
On the little heavenly guest.
Know, o little one that heaven
Does no earthly thing disdain.
Mans poor joys find there an echo
just as surely as his pain;
Love on earth SO feebly striving,
Lives divine in Heaven again
"Once in yonder town below us
In poor and narrow street.
Dwelt ailittle sickly orphan,
Gentle aid, or pity.sweet,
Never in life's rugged pathway
Guided his poor tottering feet.
IAN the striving anxious forethought
That should only come with age,
Weighed upon his baby spirit,
Showed him soon life's sternest page;
Grim Want was his nurse, and Sorrow
Was his only heritage
"All too weak for childish pastimcs
Dearly the hours spend;
On his hands so small and trembling
Leaning his poor aching head,
Or through dark and painful hours.
Lying sleepless on no bed.
Dreaming strange and longing fancies
ofcOol forests far away
Dreams Of rosy happy children,
Laughing merily at play;
Coming home through green lanes, bearing
Thrilling branches Of white May.