Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1859-12-29
he Dove VITA ollpped wings.

20, mother! Mrs. Carlton has lost her
beautiful dove said little Henry to his
mother She was afraid it would fly away,
and so had its wings clipped dog rau
after tit could not fly, SO it was caught
and killed.
Poor little dove! what pity! lis gentle
cooling has ceased, ITS soft piumage is spoiled,
ia a moment, tie beating of its heart is
stilled, because it could not use its wings.
| How very like this dove are children, i'll
this world of sin and sorrow wicked people
trying to lead them into sin; Satan, like IL
roaring iiou about their path, seeking to
destroy. But nave you no wings, little Quo,
with which you may fly away and be safe ?
Yes, you may have; fer iaith and prayer
are 10 the soul what wings are to the dove
| Do tompters come aroune you, aud say Dis
obey your parents, or forget Gods holy Sab
hath 2 Are you just ready TO yield2 Oh !!
take the wings of faith and prayer, and go
up to the throne of grace; ask help Of your
heavenly Father, and he will give it. Let
not sin clip your wings, for then you will
fall an easy prey; your garments will be
spoiled, and the song of joy in your heart be
stilled
Or do you Ieel your heart begin to beat
with anger, because some one has injured
you? Wing your way to the cross OF the
meek and lowly Jesus, and learn of him to
forgive and love, Are you sick, or poor, or
sad, Or weary? is the brother or sister you
loved taken from you? has the father or
mother, who folded you gently to tho loving
bosom, left you, and LAIN down in the grave?
Use your wings little lonely Que; by prayer
aud faith fly up and nestle in the bosom of
the Good Shepherd. When the hour of
death comes-it comes to childreu as well as
to others-clippcd wings will not do them
Only strong faith in in unseen Savior, and
tervent prayer, will bear tho soul up, sing
Ing, to heavenly home.
| remember looking, with much interest,
when little child, at picture in the old
=" Primer Of John Rogers, the maryrs. " no
you all know, was burned at the stake more
than three hundred years ago. The" Prim.
er" says he WAS not at all dauntel. His
own words, addressed to children, WERE
g Come, welcome death--the end of fears
| am prepared to die
These earthly flames will send my soul
Up to the Lord OH high"
He had wings which the fire could not
SINCE.
[ used to wish could know more about
those children, whose lirtle pale faces yazed
so sad on this cruel scene, and whether they
minded his good advice, 10
Lay up Gods law within your hearts,
And print them in y III thoughts"
did not think should ever see any OF
his descendants but have since known many
of them, full of faith and good works. But
the one most interesting 10 me was R. W,
sweet little girl, with quiet look and a
calm, black eye. 1t was my delight to mt ct
her, Sabbath after Sabbath, in the school.
Always was she there. How intently she
listened to every word OF Divine truth
How carefully she laid them up in her heart!
How they shone out in her short life ! for she
died young The same faith that sustained
the martyr in the flames, sustained her in
hec dying hour And, when we took our
last look at the face where fingered the
smile of peace, we did it in hope that the
spirit had gone to the same rest.
Dear children, when your last hour comes
may it be as peaceful as hers. May you
never fold your wings of prayer and faith,
till you can say to the rafting angels:
| I" Lend lend your wings-I mount, fly!
| Oh Grave where is thy vetory'
| Oh DEATH where is thy stinsf'
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