The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1863-06-04
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The Mother and the Angel.

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JUSz's loveliest day was dying, and its last
Pure CLEAN OF gol den light passed jcyously
Into a lonely, GarkeLed rOon, aud Ike
A parting kiss, cree t lovingly upon
The eyes of a meek, suffering little one,
That all the day had mOaned in fever pain.
Its gentle mission done, it turned away,
Anu with a grateful heart, the mother gazed,
And saw her darling seep,-a look of calm
Re pose upon his fair young face. She bowed
Her weary head and prayed to God. She praised
Him for His mercy, blessed Him for His love,
The mercy and the love that spared TO her
His precious g. 1T through all the danger past,
And let it rest so pea yefully upon
der bosom now and while she strove to ind
Expression for the fuliness OF her heart,
The rustling OF an angels wings near by,
Recalled her thoughts to earth, and looking up,
She saw a face Of loving tenderness,
Bent low above her sleeping child and on
Her ear a voice Of holy sweetness fell
"Heaven's kingdom is of such as this"
A sharp
And fearful pain shot deep into her heart,
AS with a tighter clasp OF love, her child
Was folded to her breast.
The angel spoke:
Goods heaven is very beautiful and pure,
And ever round His throne it's ransomed ones
Are singing praises to the Lamb. No sin
Or pain, or sorrow, ever enters there
No whitening darkness nor despair e'er comes
To dim; the perfect glory OF that home.
TIE purest and divinest gift of all
God gives, is Heaven. The Father babe me bear
This blessed boon to earth, anG give it to
Your child"
MOTHER. 81 know Gods home is beautiful
And bright, and earth is full of sin and woe;
know MY darling is " too innocent
For any place but heaven and yet 'twould break
My heart to let him go to heaven.
Who gave'st thy only Son to die, look Thou
In pity on the anguish OF a mothers
Heart! And Thou who saw'st Thy mother
Weeping at thu cross, take not my only Joy
Away spare, spare to me my pre- cious child r'
ANGEL. s'Your prayer is answered. You have chosen
For your child, earth with its sill anu sorrow,
Aud it shall be his but with it too the risk
The fearfnlrisk Of losing heaven at last
God leaves your child with you"
MOTHER. 20, 1 will teach
Him to be pure and good to follow in
The Saviol's steps and learn Of Him and
Will pray each day to God 10 keep him safe
Beneath the shadow OF His wing
Years pass
Away, and every day The mother thanks
God for her boy, hose BABY face has changed
To one of manly beauty Low its look
OF purify betokeuing d soul
Or noblsness within; but even while
Gods angel sculptor is at work tc make
u l. C,ni mar. h.,ptifnI th.. ppAre nm
And with his pu souUus Touch mars all It's
Beauty, slams .ts puritl. With anguished
Payer w.uLg 4vm d mothers bursting LGarl,
sim IA g4Ig 4. his ears, he stops lot il
His woIk, but uiags Tie soul, oLce pure, down,
Down 20 lLwer depths of sin.
a lew more years
Are goAe. June'S ioveliest day Is dyi3g; AID
he last pure q, am Of golden ikht streams ,hfo'
The grated wiLdcw OF a prison cel;
and like "a plt3ilg a"geI, SONY eletps -.
Upon ii murderei's pale aud laggaid Lace
= murderer coLdenued to uIe. a +.
The lone, ttt-
Heart>broaea mother, wa ching near, BOWS low
her weary head ana prryS to GOD, IL wld ~
kntreaty does her voice ascend. =. uIg.ye, A~
Forgive me, U my God lor thou did'st CONT d
And lay htav-n at the feet OF ny sweet child,
And l. cl.VSe MtS ioI hIr1. y ave ME oAce
again the httle babe L folded ia
Ny armS Let those loIg &, dark years be buried
OuG Oh sight, &bC give ne back again my darling
Babe then with but one sweet look III lis pure
Face, III give HIM so thankfully to
Tnee. Wi hout one murmurIIg word I'd give my
Ouy chIu 10 Thee.
A Tiny hand pressed
rIosa imam rar inns woke me tai vuuhp
Mothes II rom heI dream. Her ittIe one lay
SmuIng,-hIs last smlie up IN the earth and
When she closed his loving eyes, she only
Said between the dropping Of her tears, 1
Thank thee, God! My boy is safe forever.