Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1869-07-31
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THE LITTLE BOUND BOYS
DREAM.
FROM THE PROSE DY MRS. pESSnox.
BY MILFORD.

In narrow garrett, up three dark stairs or more,
On rude and scanty pallet, layIhis tired limbs
and sore,
While thro' the open window entered summers
breezes mild,
And famed the pale and weary cheek Of the
fair haired orphan child.
And the round moon in his beauty, kissed his
forehead with his beams,
As from weary weary labor, his sad eyes closed
And as he lay dreaming, a light around
him shone,
And the rafters all seemed studded, with tiny
sparkling stone;
And the broken floor encrusted, with shining
chryStals bright;
And he gazed with awe end pleasure, on the
grand and glorious sight
From one spot upon the we'll, where it seemed
Of dazzling bright,
Came and stood beside hls pallet, figure soit
snd white;
And in sweet and holy accent, as the angels
speak above,
Bid Look up my darling brother, am Willie,
and thro' love,
From the brighter realms Of glory, down from
angels | have come,
And ere long you'll be with Us, IN our bright
and beauteous home"
"You are not my brother Willie, for his clothes
were old and worn,
And were patched for my gentle mother, did II
/ know, when they were torn"
"IIed hump upon his back, and his face was
pale and wan
Oh, you are not my brother Willie, he is dead
and gone!"
81 am your brother Willie," he in accents
soft REPLIED
"And l went up 10 great heaven, the moment
that died;
And saw great sights of beauty, saw dear
mother there,
And God, He gave unto me, these brig garments
that wear"
And the little bound boys tears oe'r his palid
checks now flow,
And exclaimed in earnest accents, "BrOther,
LET me with you CO."
"You can CO. replied the angel, ifyour enemies
you love,
And ere long, you'll be our fathers child III
our bright home above"
Twas but another moment ere the angel bright
was gone,
But his sweet smile seemed reflected, on the
boys check pale aud wan;
And he murmered, Tho they beat me, they
shall he forgiven,
And soon I'll join my brother Willie, in that
bright and glorious heaven"
And as there courscd adown his cheeks, The
bright and burning tear,
A sweet soft voice like music, fell on the poor
boys ear.
4 form gazed with eyes Of brightness, marked
by beauty mild
And in lowly accents spoken, said; 81 am your
father, child"
'Oh no, you're not my father said the child
in accent low;
'For my father he looked very old, long long,
years ago.
'And father used crutch, and his hair was
short and white,
| And put patches on the shoes, in room near
dark as night;
| There was wrinkles on his face, and all oe'r
Oh, you are not my father. my poor fathers
dead
And he sang and prayed so sweety, tho I've
heard none since he died.
| And the tears welled up and filled his eyes
the little bound boy cried.
| my poor and weary boy, cease your tears land
do not cry
And he smoottied his shining ringlets; twas the
fathers sweet reply.
That lame and d6formed body, was laid with
kindred dust,
And ! was borne by shining angels, to the
| good land ofthe just,
| AnU III TODee Wnlle anu sldlDlCSS, SiO'AS"
by the glorious King,
And have this beautiful body, that shall never
feel deaths sting;
Thus my boy because / loved him, and
often TO him pray,
| He sent his shining angel Losts, and bore my
soul away,
Say the little prayers | taught you, and soon
bright hosts will come,
| And bear you TO your father, in our blesscu
heavenly home,'
And then the figure vanished, and the child
was left alone;
But still the walls were pcarly, and the light
mysterious shone.
Soon mid sounds Of music, q voice so SWEEP
and mild,
Sang Look up, am thy mother, my weary
orphan Child
Then Oh wha, emotions iu his lonely bosom
wclled,
As he thought of mothers kindness, when her
soft arms gently held
His dropping head in sickness aud her warm
! lips pressed his brow,
| And he wept-and in his anguish cried Il have
no mother nown
! ooh, mother mother mothern he stretched
! his little hands and cried
Let me come to you there's none like you
since my poor mother died
have no one to kiss me, and DO one 10 love me
now;
| Oh mother let me come to thee y and fast the
tear drops fow.
| my child'-she spoke so kindly, that his tears
were chased away
! am always with you, thro' the night time and
the day;
And when to this lonely room, YOU often come
and weep,
| A mothers wings cncirclo you, mother yiglIs
keep
And as with sweet and holy smile, she smoothed
her darling's hair
She pointed up toward the stars, said:
Meet your mother there"
| Then with the murmer, "rnother' he fain would
clasp the form Of light;
| lie woke-the angels were all gone-he gazed
on darkness of the night
! Except where thro' his little window, stole the
cherries moons pale beam;
/ All the beauteous visions yanished-twas a
little bound boys dream
| And when twelye-month passed, on a beaute-
Gus summer day;
An angel band from heaven, came and bore the
child away;
Yes, they bore him TO his fathers and his
brothers. home above,
lie is no orphan, for he's resting in an angel
mothers love.