The Robesonian. [volume] (Lumberton, N.C.) 1870-current, 1872-06-20
The Boy and his..Angel.

Oh, mother rve;boen with an angel to-day,
was out all alone in the forest to play,
Chasing the butterflies, watching the bees,
And hearing the woodpecker tapping the trees;
So played and 1 played till SO weary grew,
sat down to rest in the shade of yew,
While the birds sang so sweetly, high up in the
top,
I held my breath, mother, for fear they would
stop.
Thus long while sat looking up to the sky,
And watching the clouds that went hurrying
by,
When heard voice calling, just over my
head,
That sounded as if ''Come, Oh brotherl" it said :;
And there right up over the top of the tree,
Oh mother an angel was beck ming to me.
And, s'brother, once more come, Oh brother" !"
he cried,
And flew on light pinions close down by my
side!
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 rnglets fell,
While 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 own he caressingly laid,
And whispering so softly and so gently to me,
s'Come brother, the angels are waiting for
thee!"
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 high
When the chariot of God rolls along the BLACK
sky;
While his breath floating round me was soft az
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 hi
scared;
And up, up he went through the blue sky 81
far,
He seemed to float there like glittering star
Yet still my eyes followed his radiant flight,
Till lost III the azure he passed from my sight
Then Oh how feared as 1 caught the last CLEAN
Of his vanishing form, it was only dreaml
When soft voices whispered once more from
the tree,
"Come brother the angels are waiting TO
| thee!"
Oh pale grew the mother and heavy her heart
Tor she knew her fair boy from this world mus
depart,
That his bright locks must fade in the dust c
the tomb,
Ere tn autumn winds withered the summer
rich bloom.
Oh, how his young footsteps she watch'd da
by day,
AS his delicate form wasted slowly away,
Till the soft light of Heaven seemed shed e'e
! his face,
And he crept up to die in her loving embrace.
"Oh, clasp me dear mother, close, close t
your breast,
On that gentle pillow again let me rest.
Let me gaze up once more to that dear lovin
d eye,
And then Oh, me thinks can willingly die
Now kiss me dear mother! Oh quickly, fl
see
The bright blessed angels are waiting for mt
Oh wild was the anguish that swept throue
her breast
AS the long frantic kiss on his pale lips 81
pressed,
And felt the vain search of his soft pleadil
eye,
4 AS it strove to meet hers ere the fair boy shou
die,
CT see you not dear mother, for darkness a.
. night
Are hiding your dear loving face from my sigl
But I hear your low sobbings,-dear moth
good bye,
The angels are ready to bear me on high!
8 Twill wait for you there,-bu Oh, tarry not lo1
- Lest grief at your absence should sadden
song"
les He ceased, with his hands meekly clasped
'0f his breast
And his sweet face sank down on it's pillow
rest;
Then closed his eyes, now all rayless and
!, Went up with the angels that waited for b