, 1867-10-11
The Bof and His Anrel.

"Oh, mother, I've been with tn angel to-day
| was out, alone, in the forest at play,
Chasing the butterflies, watching the bees,
And hearing the Woodpeeker tapping the trees;
So played, and played, till, so weary grew,
| sat down to rest under the shade Of a yew,
While the birds sang sweetly high up on its top
| held my breath mother, for fear they would stop
Thus a long while sat looking up to the sky,
And watching the clouds that went hurrying By
When heard a voice calling just over my head
That sounded as If 'come, oh brother r 1t said
Aud there, right up over the top OF the tree,
Oh mother, an angel was beck'ning to me
And brother 7 once more, come, oh brother !
be cried
And few on light pinions close down by my side
And, mother, oh never was being so bright,
As the one which then beamed on my wandering
sight
His face was as fair as the delicate shell,
His hair down his shoulders in fair ringlets fell
His eyes resting on me, so melting with love,
Were as soft and as mild as the eyes of dove
And somehow, dear mother, felt not afraid,
As his hand on my brow he carelessly laid,
And whispering so softly aud gently to me,
Come, brother, the angels are waiting for theeP
And then, on my forehead he tenderIy pressed
Such kisses-oh, mother-they thrilled through
my breast,
As swiftly as lightning leaps down from on high, ,
When the chariot of Coz rolls along the black
While his breath floating round me, was soft as
the breeze
That played in my tresses, and rustled the trees
At last on my head deep blessing be poured.
Then plumed his bright pinions, and upward he
scared
And up, up be went, through the blue sky so far,
He seemed to float there like glittering star,
Yet, still my eyes followed his radiant fight,
Till, lost in the azure, he passed from my sightl
Then, oh, how l feared as l caught the last
CLEAN
Of bis vanishing form, it was only dreaml-
When soft voices whispered once more from the
tree,
Come brother, the angels are waiting for thee =
Oh, pale grew that mother, and heavy her
heart,
For she knew her fair boy from this world must
depart;
That his bright locks must fade 10 the dust of the
tomb
Ere the autumn winds withered the summers
rich blooml
Oh, how his young footsteps she watched, day
by day,
As bis delicate form wasted slowly away,
Till the soft light of heaven seemed shed o'er
his face,
And he crept up to die in her loving embraced
'oh clasp me- dear mother, close, close to your
On that gentle pillow again, let resti--s feye,
Let me once more gaze up to that dear loving
And then, oh, methinks, l can willingly diel
Now kiss me, dear motherl oh quickly for see
The bright blessed angels are waiting for mel
oh wild was the anguish that swept through
her breast,
As the long, frantic kiss on his pale lips she
pressed,
And felt the vain search OF his soft, pleading eye
As it strove to meet hers, ere the fair boy could
diel
81 see you not, mother, for darkness and night
Are hiding your dear, loving face from my sight;
But hear your low sobbIngs-dear mother good.
byel
The angels are ready to bear me on high
will wait for you there-but oh tarry not long,
Lest grief at your absence should sadden my
sopgl'
He ceased, and his hands meek'y clasped on his
breast, rest,
While bis sweet face sank down on his pillow of
Then, closing his eyes, now all rayless and dim,
He went up with the angels that waited for him