Plymouth advertiser. [volume] (Plymouth, Ohio) 1853-1988, 1855-08-25
BY ROBINSON & LOCKE.
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BABY BELL.

Have you not heard the Poet tell
How came the dainty baby Bell
Into this world of ours!
The gates of Heaven were left ajar:
With folded hands and dreamy eyes
She wandered out of Paradise!
She saw this planet, like star,
Hung in Ike depths of purple even
Its ridges running to and fro,
Der which the white winged scraphs go
Bearing the holy Dead to Heaven!
She touched Il bridge of ftiowers-those feet,
So light they did not bend the bells
OF the celestial asphodels!
They fell like dew upon the flowers!
And all the air grew strongly sweet!
And thus came dainty baby Bell
Into this world of ours
Sho oanie and brought delicious May.
The swallows built beneath the caves:
Like sunbcams in and out the leaves,
The robins went, the livelong day;
The lily swung its noiseless bell,
And Ger the porch the trembling vine
Seemed bursting with its veins Of wine
O, eal&h was full of pleasant smell,
When came the dainty baby Bell
Into this world of ours.
o baby. dainty baby Bell!
How fair she grew from day to day!
What woman nature filled her eyes
What poetry within them lay!
Those deep and tender twilight eyes,
SO full Of moaning pure and bright
As if she yet stood in the light
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And we loved baby more and more;
0 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 deathless morn!
And for the love of those dear eyes,
For love of her whom God led forth
The mothers being ceased on earth
When baby came from Paradise!
For love of him who smo'e our lives,
Aud woke the chords Of joy and pain,
We said, Sweet Christ - our hearts bent
Like violets after rain! [dowl
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 We're globes of honey rare,
The grapes were purpling in the grange !;
And time wrought just as rich a change
In little baby Bell!
Her petite form more perfect grew,
And in her features we could trace,
In softcned curves her mothers face;
Her angel nature opened too
We thought her lovely when she came,
But she was holy, sanity now
Around her pale and lofty brow
We thought we saw ring If flame!
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 child to us;
We held her beings key!
We could not teach her holy things:
The angels lacked her purity.
IT came upon us by degree;
We saw its shadow ere it FELL
The knowledge that our God had sent
His Messenger for baby Bell!
We shuddered with unlanguaged pain,
And all our thoughts ran into tears
Andall or hopes were changed to fears
The sunshine into dismal rain!
Aloud we cried in our belief:
go, smite US gently, gently, God!
Teach us to bend and kiss the rod
And perfect grow through grief''
All, how we loved her, God can tell;
Her little heart was cased in ours
They're broken caskets-baby Bell!
At last he came, the messenger,
The messenger from unseen lands
And what did dainty baby Bell?
She only crossed her little hands,
She only looked more meek and fair!
We parted baGk her silken hair;
We laid some buds upon her brow
Doatll's bride arrayed in flowers!
And thus went dainty baby Bell
Out of this world tf ours!