Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1855-07-25

Have you not nezra the poet tell
How came the dainty Babie Bell
Into this world of ours
The gates of heaven were left ajar;
with folled hands ana dreamy eyes
She wandered out Of Paradisei
She cav this planet, like star,
Hung in the depths of purple even
Its bridges, running to and fro,
Der which the uhite-uinged seraphs 60.
Bearing the holy dead to heaven
she touched bridge of fiOWers-those feet,
So light they did not bend the bells
O,,h~ celestial ssphodels!
They faii- like dew upon the flowers
And all the air grew strangely sweet
And thus came dainty Babie Bell
Into this world of ours
She came and brought delicious May
The Swallows built beneath the caves;
Like sunbeams in and out the leaves,
The robins went. the Hve-long day:
The lily swung its noiseless bell,
And o'er.the porch the trembling vine
Seemed bursting with its veins of wine!-
o. earth was fun of pleasant smell,
When came the dainty Babie Bell
Into this world of ours!
O Babie, dainty Babie Deli
How fair she grew from day to day.
What woman nature filed her eyes,
What poetry within them lay
Those deep and tender twilight eyes,
So full of meaning pure and bright,
As if she yet stood in the light
Ofthose oped gates Of Paradise
And we loved Babie more and more;
never in our hearts before
Such holy love was born
We felt we had link between
This real world and that unseen
The land Of deathiess morn
And for the love of those dear eyes,
For love Of her whom God led forth
The mothers being ceased on earth
When Babie came from Paradise =
For love of him Tho srnOte our lives,
And woke the chords ofjoy and pain,
We said, Sweet Christ i''-Our hearts bent down,
Like violets after rain
And now the orchards which were once
All white and rosy in their bloom
Filling the crystal heart Of air
With gentle pulses Of perfume
Were thick with yellow juicy fruit;
The plums were globes OF honey rare,
And soft-cheeked peaches blush'd and fell
The grapes were purpling in the grange;
And Time wrought just as rich change
In little Babie Bell
Her petit form more perfect grew,
And in her features We could trace,
In softened curves, her mothers face:
Her angel nature ripened tco-
We thought her lovely when she came,
But she was holy, sainted now
Around her pale and lofty brow
We thought we saw ring Of fame
Sometimes she said few strange words,
Whose meanings lay beyond our reach:
Gods hand had taken away the seal
Which held the portals of her speech
She never was a child to US;
We never held her beings keyl
We could not teach her holy things:
She was christ'g self in purity!
It came upon US by degrees:
We saw its shadow ere it fell,
The knowledge that our God had sent
His messenger for Babie Bell
We shuddered with unlanguaged pain,
And all our thoughts ran into tears
And all our hopes were changed to fears
The sunshine into dismal rain !
Aloud we cried in our belief
20, smite Us gently, gently, God
Teach US to bend and kiss the rod,
And perfect grow through griefl"
An, how we loved her, God can tell;
Her little heart was cased in ours
They're broken caskess-Babie Bell
At last he came, the messenger,
The messenger from unseen lands.
And what did dainty Babie Bell
She only crossed her little hands
She only looked more meek and fair ,
We parted back her silken hair;
We laid some buds upon her brow
Deaths bride arrayed in howers
And thus went dainty Babie Bell
Out of this world of ours