Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1855-05-30
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From the Maine Farmer.
The Boyan the An G Ell.


BY MRS. c. N. SAWYER.
q oh. mother, I've been with an angel to-day
I was all alone in the forest at play,
Chasing the BUTTERFLIES, watching the bees,
And hearing the wood. pccker tapping the trees.
/ PLAYED and / played, till so weary / grow,
sat down to rest in the shade of n yew,
While the birds sang so sweetly high up on its top,
1 held my breath, mother, for fear they would stop!
Thus n long while 1 sat, looking up at the sky,
And watching the clouds that went ~hurrying by;
When / heard a voice calling just over my head,
That sounded ms If, {" Come, oh, brother % it said
And there, right up over the top Of the tree,
Oh, mother, an angel was beck'ning to me!
And Brother once more, come, on, brother
he cried,
And dew ON bright pinions close down by my side
And, mother, oh, never was being 30 bright
As the one which then beamed on my wondering
sight
Ills hair down his shoulders in long ringlets fell,
His eyes resting on me, 70 melting with love,
Were rs soft and rs mild rs the eyes of a dove;
And, somehow, dear mother, l felt not afraid,
AS his hand on my head was carelessly laid,
And ne whispered so softly and gently 70 me,
'Comc, brother, the angels are waiting for thee?
And then on my forehead he tenderly pressed
Such kisscs,-oh, mother, they thrilled thro' my
breast,
As swiftly as lightning leaps down from ON high,
Or the chariots Of q roll along the dark sky
While his breath floating round me was soft as the
breeze
Tint PLAYED in my tresses, and rustled the trees,
Az last on . y head n deep blessing he poured,
Then plumed his bright pinions and upward he
scared.
And IN, up he went, through the blue sky so far,
lie seemed 10 float there, like n %glttering STAR
And still my eyes followed his radiant flight,
Till, lost in the azure, he passed from my sight,
Then oh, how l feared, as ] caught the last CLEAN
Ofhis vanishing form, it was only a dream
Then soft voices whispered once more from the tree
Come, brother, the angels are waiting for theeF
Oh. pale grew that mother, and heavy her heart,
For she knew that her fair boy from this world mus
That his bright locks must fade in the dust of tn
tomb, -,
Ere tho autumn winds withercd the summers rio
bloom,
Oh, how his young footsteps she watched day by da.
As his delicate form wasted slowly away, =,
Till the soft light Of heaven seemed shed DER n
face,
And ho erept up to die in her loving embrace.
ooh, clasp me dear mother, close, close to yo
embrace,
On that gentle pillow again let me rest;
Let me once more gaze up in that dear, loving y
And then, Oh, methinks l can willingly die
Now kiss me, dear mother! Oh, quickly, for see,
The bright, blessed angels are waiting for me?
Oh wild was the anguish that swept through
breast,
As the long, frantic kiss on his pale lips she press
And felt the vain search Of his soft pleading ey
As II stroye 10 meet hers ere the fair boy could
Il see you not, mother, for darkness and night
Are hiding your dear, loying.iace from my sigh
But hear your low sobbings-dear mother, go
bye;
The angels are waiting to bear me on high!
/ will wait for you there, but oh, tarry not long
Lest grief at your absence should sadden my 81
He ceased, and his hands meekly clasped oil
breast,
While his sweet face sank down on its pillow of
Then closing his eyes, now all rayless and din
Went up with the angels that waited for him.