The democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1868-1874, 1872-06-17
The Roy aud his Angel.


Oh mother Tvo baen with an angel to-day,
was ont all alone in the forest to play,
Chasing the butterflies, watching tho boCs,
And hearing the woodpccAcr tapping the trees
SO l played and played till so weary grew,
Isat down to rest In the shade OF a yow,
Whilo the birds sang so swOOtly, high up in til
top,
held my breath, mother, for fear they woul
stop.
Thus long while sat looking up to the sky,
And watching the clouds that went hurryin
by.
When heard voice calling, Just over m
head,
That sounded as f"Come, Oh brotherl"it said
And there right up over tho top OF the tree,
Oh mother an angel was bockning to mo.
And, "brotlcr, once more come, Oh brother,
he cried,
And dew on light pinions close down by IN,
silol +
And mother Oh, never was being so light
As the one which then boamod on my wonder
ing sight.
His face was as fair as tho delicate shell,
His hair down his shoulders in fair ringlets fell
While his eyes resting on me 80 melting with
love,
We're as soft and ~ mild as tho eyes Of dove
And somehow dear mother felt not afraid,
As his hand on my own he caressingly laid,
Aud whispering so softly and so gently to me,
"Come brother, the angels are waiting for
th6el
Aud then on my forehead he tonderly pressed
Such kisses, Oh mother, they thrilled through
my brelst
As swiftlyas lightning leaps down from on high
When the chariot Of God rolls along the black
GEy;
While his breath floating round me was soft as
tho breeze
That played in my trcsscs and rustlcd the trees.
Al last on my head deep blessing he poured,
Then plumcd his bright pinions, upwards he
scared;
And up, up he went through the blue sky so
far,
Ilo seemed to float there like giittoring star ;
Yet still my eyes followed his radiant flight,
TIL lost III the azure he passed from my sight.
Then Oh hhuw feared az caught the last CLEAN
ofhis vanishing form, 1t was only drcaml
Whom soft voices whispered once more from
the tree,
"como brother the angels arc waiting for
theor
oh pale grew the mother and heavy her heart,
-or she knew her fairboy from this world must
depart,
That his bright locks must fade in the dust Of
the tomb.
Ere tn autumn winds withCrOd tho summers
rich boom.
Oh, how his young footsteps she watoh'd day
by day,
As his delicate form wasted slowly away,
Till the soit light OF Heaven seemed shed DER
his face,
And he crcpt up to die in her loving embrace.
Oh, clasp me dear mother, close, close to
your breast,
On that gentle pillow again lot INC rest.
Let me gaze up once more to that dear loving
eye, NlaaA ' N''t'f
And taon Oh, me thinks I can willingly die.
Now hiss me dear mOthcr Oh quickly, for
SEQ
The bright blessed angels are waiting for me /
Oh wild was the anguish that swept through
her breast
As the long frantic kiss on his pale lips she
pressed, HH
And felt the vain search of his soft pleading
AsIt stroro to meet her. ere the fair boy should
"1soc you not dear mother, for dnrlpo.. and
night
Are hiding your dear loving face from my sight,
But hear your low sobbings,-dear mother
goodbye, t..t
The angels are ready to bear me on hight
Twill wait for you thero,-but oh,tarry nOtlOng
Lest eriSf At your absence should sadden my
song.
He ceased, with his hands meekly elaspod on
hIabrtast IHN ,"-
And his sweet face sank down on Its pillow Of
rost;
Then closed his eyes, now all rayless and dim,
Went up with the angels that waited for him.