National opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1865-1874, 1872-06-14
THE NATIONAL OPINION
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The BOY and his Angel.

Oh, mother I've been with an angel to-day,
was out all alone in Tia, forest to play,
Chasing the butterflies, watching the boos
And hearing the woodpeckcr tapping the trees
SO played and pla,od till 10 weary grow,
] sat down to rest in the shade Of yew,
Willie the birds sang No sweoty, high up in tn,
top,
held my breath, mother, for fear they woult
stop.
Thus long while sat looking up to the sky,
Aud Watching the clouds that went hurryinl
by.
Wheg ] heard a voice calling, Just over m,
head,
That sounded as il "Come Oh brother /" 1t said
And there eight up over the top Of the tree
Oh mother an angel was beck ming to NE.
And, "brotaer, once more come, Oh brother, =
he cried
And low on light pinions close down by my
side
And mother oh, never was being 30 hight,
As the one which then beamod on my wonder
ing sight.
His face was as fair as the delicate shell,
HIS hair down his shoulder in fair ringlcts fell,
While his eyes resting on me 30 melting with
love,
We're as soft and as mild as the eyes Of dove /;
And somehow dear mother felt not afraid,
As his hand on my own he caressingly laid,
Aud whispering SO softly and 30 gently to me,
"CJme brother the angels are waiting for
thoel"
Aud then on my forehead he tendery pressed
hau mil li.l .
my bre st
As swiftly as Lightning leaps down from on high
WAen the chaIiJt Of God rolls along the black
eky;
While his breath floating round me was soft as
tue breeze
That p aged in my trcsses and rustled the trees
A last on my head deep blessing he poured,
Then plumed his bright pnions, upwards he
arcd
And up, up he went through the blue sky so
far
He seemed to hoat there like glittering star
Yet still my eyes followed his radiant flight,
Till lost Ia the azure he passed from my sight
Then Oh how feared as caught the last CLEAN
OF his vanishing form, it was only dream
When soft voices whispered once more from
the tree,
"Come brother the angels are waiting for
theel"
Oh pale grew the mother and heavy her heart,
or she knew her fair boy from this world must
depart,
That his bright locks must fade in the dust OF
the tomb.
Ere tn autumn winds withered tho summers
rich b DOM.
Oh, how his young footsteps she watch'd day
by day,
As his delicate form wasted slowly away,
III the loft light Of Heaven seemed shed DER
Lis face,
Aad he crept up to die in her loving embrace.
Oh, clasp me dear mother, close, close to /
your breast
On that gentle pillow again let me rest
Let me gaze up once more to that dear loving |
ey3,
And ten OA, me thinks can willingly die
Now Hiss me dear mother Oh quickly, for |
The bright blessed angels are waiting for me ! |
On Wild was the anguish that swept through .
her brcast
As the long frantic kiss on his pale lips she
Pressed
And felt the vain search Of his soft pleading
eye,
A. it stroye to meet hers ere the fair boy should
die,
" see you not dear mother, for darkness aud
Iilht
Are hiding your dear loving face from my sight,
But hear your low sobbings, dear mother
good bye,
The angels are ready to bear me on high
l~ll wait for you there, but Oh, ,tarry not long,
Lest grief at your absence should sadden my
song"
Tie ceased, with his hands meekly clasped on
his breast
And his sweet face sank down on its pillow of
rest;
Then Closed his eyes ow all raylcss and dim,
Went up with the angels that waited for him.