Connecticut western news., 1872-06-21
The Boy and his Angel.

Oh, mother I've been with an angel to-day, I waa out all alone in the forest to play, Chasing the butterflies, watching the bees, And hearing the wosdpecker tapping the trees So played and played till 50 weary grew, sat down to rest in the shade of yew, While the birds sang so swsetly, high up in the
 top, held my breath, mother, for fear they would
 stop.
 Thus long while sat looking up to the sky, And watching the clouds that went hurryine When I heard voice calling, just over my
 head,
 That sounded as if ssCome, Oh brother 1" it said And there right up over the top of the tree, Oh mother an angel was beck'ning to me. And, ''brother, once more come, Oh brother,
 he cried,
 And flew on light pinions close down by my
 sidel
 And mother Oh, never was being so light, As the one which then beamed on my wonder
 ing sight.
 His face was as fair as the delicate shell, His hair down his shoulders in fair ringlets fell While his eyes resting on me so melting witt
 love.
 Were 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, And whispering 50 softly and 50 gently to me, "Oome brother, the angels are waiting fo
 theel" And then on my forehead he tenderly pressed Such kisses, Oh mother, they thrilled through
 my breast
 As swiftly as lightning leaps down from on higl When the chariot of God rolls along the blacl
 sky;
 While his breath floating round me was soft a
 the breeze
 That played in my tresses and rustled the trees At last on my head deep blessing he poured Then plumed his bright pinions, upwards h. scared;
 And up, up he went through the blue sky s far, He seemed to float there like glittering star Yet still my eyes followed his radiant flight, Till lost in the azure he passed from my sight Then Oh how Ifeared as caught the last glean Of his vanishing form, it was only dreami When soft voices whispered once more iron the tree, "Come brother the angels are waiting fo theels
 Oh pale grew the mother and heavy her heart For she knew her fair boy from this world mus depart,
 That his bright locks must fade in the dust c the tomb.
 Ere th' autumn winds withered tho summer rich bloom.
 Oh, how his young footsteps she watch'd da by day, 1 As his delicate form wasted slowly away, Till the soft light of Heaven seemed shed o'e his face, .... And he crept up to die in her loving embrace. ooh, clasp me dear mother, close, close t. your breast,
 On that gentle pillow again let me rest. Let me game up once more to that dear lovin, eye,
 And then Oh, me thinks can willingly die. | Now kiss me dear motherl Oh quickly, fo The bright blessed angels are waiting for me Oh wild was the anguish that swept throug her breast
 As the long frantic kiss on his pale lips sh l pressed,
 And felt the vain search of his soft pleadin l eye, As it strove to meet hers ere the fair boy shoul die, "I see you not dear mother, for darkness an | night ... ..... Are hiding your dear loving face from my sigh But hear your low sobbinge,-dear mothe good bye,
 The angels are ready to bear mo on highl will wait for you there, but Oh, ,tarry not long Lest grief at. your absence should sadden m
 song."
 He ceased, with his hands meekly clasped o
 his breast
 And his sweet face sank down on It's pillow (
 rest;
 Then closed his eyes, now all rayless and din Went up with the angels that waited for hin