Litchfield enquirer., 1860-06-07


 With the first tints of the morn; Shall I no more watch thy slumbers,
 The latest thing at night; Art thou baninhed, cherub, banished,
 Forever from my sight; Oh must always list in vain,
 Through days, and months and years, For the little voice, that ever fell
 So sweetly on my ears; And shall never see again
 That darling little face; Has the light gone out forever
 In our darkened, lonely place? Oh !! oft my darling baby,
 When my heart was lone and sad, When thought no earthly happiness
 Could make my spirit glad, Have 1 laid thy little downy cheek
 Close to my troubled breast, And soothed thy gentle murmurings
 Into quiet rest, And as I gazed upon thy face,
 So innocent and mild, I've thanked my heavenly Father
 For such precious child, An! little then I dreamed,
 That the radiance of thy brow Was the first, faint gleam of glory
 That floods it's brightness now. And oh! my darling badly,
 When I knew thou could st not stay, When felt thy precious little life
 Was ebbing fast away, | could not trust thy little feet
 On Jordan's stormy tide, And tried to press thee closer,
 Still closer to my side; Alas that hidden current was
 Too strong, too deep for me, And saw thy spirit floating out
 To vast eternity! Stilled was thy hearts quick beating,-
 Flushed was thy feeble moan, And Aou vert gone forever,
 And gone, any c1ild, alone! For hid from mortal vision,
 Was that bright and radiant band, That bore thy ransomed spirit home
 To yonder happy land; And not one note of welcome
 Could m,y mourning spirit hear, That from ten Mousand harp-strings
 Burst on thy raptured ear, Oh tell me, darling, tell me,
 Who lulls thee now to rest2 Does some angel mother press thee
 Close to her peaceful breast; Does she bathe thy little forehead
 In those pure, celestial rills; Does she guide thy little feet along
 Those everlasting hills; Does she teach thy little fingers
 To strike the golden Tyre Tune thy infant voice to warble
 In yon bright, celestial choir; Does she watch thy wondering looks, As those pearly gates unfold, And mark thy childish joy,
 In those streets of shining gold3 And oh :! my darling, tell me-
 For her voice cannot hear,- Does she ever breath thy mothers name Upon thy listening ear; Does she tell thee how thy little life
 Was wrapped within mine own; How my heart took in thy feeblest look. Mine ear thy faintest tone? And how oft l gaze in anguish
 Upon thy pictured brow, Though I know my precious jewel
 Has a brighter setting now; Mid all the gushing melodies,
 My child, that thou dost hear, Oh tell me, does thy mothers name Fer fall upon thine ear9 But I've one boon to ask thee
 My holy, angel child, When thou kneel'st in.prayer before Him, The pure, the undefiled, When His hand is on thy forehead, And His head bent to thine ear, With warm and tender earnestness
 Thy slightest wish to hear; Oh ask Him then, my darling,
 To make my spirit pure; To show me how His precious blood Has made my ransom sure; To still the troubled waters,
 That are raging in my breast To clothe my sinful nature
 In robes of righteousness. And ask Him, too, my angel, When my work on earth is done, When my silver cord is loosened, And my golden sands are run, When my trembling soul is floating Through Jordan's sullen tide, To let My spirit meet me
 The first on Canaans side! And, then, oh gladly, gladly, ,,,.', When l see hy white wings gleam, Will raise my dropping pinions And struggle through the stream; Ana with crown upon my forehead, x,,., Ana in spotless garments dressed, WI, press thee, darling baby,
 forecer to my breast! c.