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Show ANGEL AND CHILD. Beside a cr idle for a space Animal paused, and bant to look. And seomed to oe Ills own pura face As in the mirror of a brook. 'Dear clill t. h; so resembles me." Ho sweetly s li !. "Ah., come away ! Together wo :ial l'-'!'Py Thou art too gjod on eiirtii to stay. There is no perfect bliss below, For even pleasure has its sting; Each souk of gjadiu's ..nurds of woe, Each joy id also of sunerlug ! Oh,1heTi', r-juet trouble and must fears Impair the beauty ( tuy brow! Must sorrow dim w.'.h bitter tears j TUoe eyes, vctoiaei Is shining now No ! No ! T'.io fiv.w ! y firmament, The Ileitis of Glory for us wait; Tow'rt thee dot!: l-re.Mence totcnt And saves tnea Irwn uu cartUiy fate. Let none wear ruournip.i in fa;' bora". For ail should he as glad. Tie: Child, Tnlri day t;:nt bios thy spirit roam As when the blue eyes eurllest smiled. Let no f aeo there show sorrow's nlpi : Let no one deck the house for In-nth, For when the soul is white as thine. The latest is the happiest breath ! " And speaking thus, the angel wide His snowy pinions waved and tie 1 To where the pure for aye abiue. Pour mother, see: Thy babe 1b dead ! George Horton. |