Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1858-02-05
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From the Home Journal,
BABIE BELL.

Babe BELL,
il rorM OF Irrr1H LirE THAT WAS Brr THR'
APR1Is LoNo.
"Ifshe had heed think she ,oould hare been
Lilies cithouf and roses totfhtnF MARVEL
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Have YOU not heard the poet tell
How came the dainty Babic Bell
Into this world " ours
The yates Of heaven were len Nar
With folded hands and dreamy eyes
Wandering out Of Paradise,
She saw this planet, like star
Hung In the purple depths Of even
Its bridges, running TO and fro,
Der which the whte-winged angels go,
Bearing the holy dead to Heaven.
She touched bridge Of howers-those feet,
So lieht they did not bend the bells
or the celestial asphodels
They fell like dew upon the flowers,
And all the air grew strangely sweets
And thus came dainty Babe Bell
Into this world Of ours.
II.
She came and brought delicious May.
The swallows built beneath the caves
like sunlight in and out the leaves,
The robins went the live long days
The lily swung is noiseess bell
Aud DER the porch the trembling vine
Seemed bursting with its veins Of wine -
How sweetly, softly twilight fell
o. earth was full Of singing BIRDS
And happy spring-tide flowers,
When the dainty Babe Bell
Came TO this world Of ours
III.
o Babie, dainty Babe Bell
How fair she grew from day % day
What woman nature filled her eyes,
What poetry within them lay
Those deep and tender twilight eyes,
SO full Of meaning, pure and bright
As II she yet stood in the light
OF those open gates Of Paradise
And We loved Babe more and more
o never in our hearts before
Was love 50 lovely born
We felt We had link between
This real world and that unseen
The land beyond the morn
And for the love Of those dear eyes,
For love Of her whom God led forth,
(The mothers being ceased on earth
When Babe came from Paradisc)-
For love Of him who smoto our lives,
And woke the chords Of JOY and pain,
We said, Sweet Christ i-our hearts bent down
Like violcts after rain.
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Aud nov the orchards, which in June
Were white and rosy in their bloom
Filling the crystal veins of air
With gentle pulses Of perfume
We're rich in Antumn's mellow prime
The pluns were globes Of honeyed wine,
The hiyed sweets Of summer time
The ivory chestnut burst its shell
The soft checked peaches blushed and fell
The grapes were purpng in the grange,
And time wrought just as rich a change
In little Babie Bell
Her tiny form more perfect grew,
And in her features We could trace,
In soitened curves, her mothers face
Her angel nature ripened too.
We thought her lovely when she came
But she was holy, sanity now ...
Around her pale, angelic brow
We saw slender ring Of fame
"
Gods hand had taken away the seal
Which held the portals Of her speech;
And Oft She said few strange words
Whose meaning lay beyond our reach,
She never was child 10 as,
We never held her beings KEY
We could not teach her holy things.
She was Chrsts selfin purity
VI.
II came upon us by degrees
We saw It's shadow ere It fell
The knowledge that our God had sent
His messenger for Babe Bell
We shuddcrcd with unlanguagod pain,
And all hopes were changed TO fears,
And all our thoughts ran into tears
Like sunshine into rain
We cried aloud in our belief
20, smite ms gently, gently, God
Teach US totbend and kiss the rod.
Aud perfect grow through grief"
All, how we loved her. God can tell
Her little heart cased in ours.
Our hearts are broken, Babe Bell
VII.
At last he cane, the messenger.
The messenger from unseen lands :"
And what did dainty Bahe 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,
White buds, like scented fakes Of snow
Deaths bride arrayed in flowers
And thus went dainty Babe Bell
Out Of this world Of ours