Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1859-05-06
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THE CHILD ANGEL.

The Poem which here follows was sent anonymously
80 hcrcavcd mother Whether 1t has ever appeared lh
print belcse, cannot tell Whether y has OF not W
presume we ste committing no improperly IN giving l'
10 our readers and II any Of them know TO whom " Nc
longs We will be glad 20 credit swcc, and heavenly
strain 10 its author II reminds of fact. real moh-
ers dream related to the best authority some im'
ago. venerable clergyman u Massachusetts, had Q
grandson living in his family lovely boy OF iwe'e ~
fourteen summers. The parents lived three Thousand
mlcs away Consumption stole upon inc ran poy' pug
Nc died. Some time passed. during which the moinot
in fregn land, cherished fondy the memory % hyl
Vhid, for be good boy, and everybody That khoN
him loved him. One morning, on rising the egre"'''
mother said To her family, "Grandfathcr is dead ~
"why, mother how can you know that three thou
oMy lost boy came into my dream. bright and bloom
ing life last night, and said, 'Grandathef is COME
oh, how glad we are to welcome him
"Only dream" said her husband "do NOT nina H.
"But kHo,r it is true, and the next letters VIII ''
II took the letters month to cross the Atlantic but
when they came they announced that grandfather u'O
at lust the hour when his welcome was announces
"a coincidence I" says the reader. Undouotea!'
great many things c0iHcide in the Divine Iro'iu'n''
Rel Mag.
THE MOTHERS DREAM.
"And will give him the morning star.'-lfv. 81. 2s'
Mcthought once more 10 my wishful eye
Nv beautiful boy had come;
Nv sorrow was gone. my check was Dry
And gadncss around my home.
saw tho form Of my dear lost child
And kndicd with life he came;
And be spake IN his own clear voice. and smiled
As soon as ] called bis name.
The pnrb he wore looked Heavenly white
As the feathery snow comes down
And warm rs h shown IN the soitencd light
That fell from his dazzling crown
Tiis eve was bright with jealous serene,
Ills check with dcathless bloom,
That only the eve Of my soul hath seem
When looking beyond the tomb
The odor Of flowers from the thoness land,
Where wedccm that our hlcst ones are,
Seem borne in his skirts; and his son right hand
Was holding radiant star
Iii. feet. unshod. looked tender and fair,
As the lilys opening bell
Half vailed in cloud " glory as there
Around him in folds 1t fell.
asked him how be- was clothed aucF,
Who circlcd his head with light
And whence he returned 10 meet my view,
So calm and heavenly bright.
Iaskcd him where he had been so long,
Away frum his mothers care
Again IN sing me his infant Sung
Aud 10 knce by my side In prayer
H. said "Svce, mother. the song sing
is NOT fnr earthly
/ touch the harp with golden string
For the hosts Of heaven 90 hear.
SIT was bu, a gently fleeing BREATH
That severed thy child from thee
The fearful shadow, IN time. called Death,
Hath miustcrcd life To me.
"My voice in au angel choir In.
And high the notes raise
hold the sign of a priceless gift,
And the Gtcr, who hath our praise.
''rhc bright aud the morning star is he,
Who brngcth eternal day
And. mother, he gveth himself 10 thee,
To tighten thine earthly way
"'rhc race Is short to peaceful goal,
And lie Is never afar,
Who smith NJ the wise, untiring soul,
i will give him the morning star
"Thy measure NJ care for me was filled,
And pure 10 its crystal top;
For Faith. with a steady eye, distilled
And numbered every drop.
'whilc thou vast teaching my lips to move,
And my heart to rise IN prayer,
/ learned the way % a world above.
The home Of thy child is there!
''Thc secrc, prayers thou didst make for me,
Which only thy God hath known,
Arose like sweet incense. holy aud free,
And gathered around his throne.
AMY robe was filed with the perfume sweet,
To shed upon this worlds air.
A. joyful kuclt, at my savors feet
For the glorious crown | wear.
''In tn 1t bright. blissful world Of ours,
The waters Of life drink
Behold my feet they've pressed the flowers
That grow by the fountains brink
''No thorn is hidden to wound pe there
There's nothing Of chill blight,
Or signing TO blend with the bamy air.
No sorow,-no pain,--no night"
''No parting p asked in a burst of joy;
And the lovely illusion broke;
Ny rapture had hanishcd my beautiful boy
To a shadowy void spoke
But oh that star ofthc morn still CLEANS,
With light 10 direct my feet,
Where, when have done with my earthly dream
The mnthcr and child may meet.