"DEAR MAMMA, I AM NEVER AFRAID IN THE DARK; ANGELS ARE IN Yes, when the shadow falleth, An angels hovers near, To guard thy little footsteps, And watching o'er her pillow, From silent morn till even, His wings are ever spread. You do not know his coming, You do not feel him near, But 'tis he, my little darling, By whispering words of comfort, By urging some redress, He heals the little sorrow That fills my Maggie's breast. Then love your guardian angel, TO T. H. D. My husband, take this little flower, And fold him to thy breast, Look on his baby face and see Thy lineaments imprest. Oh! smile upon our little child, I ask for this last precious one But that he bear in noble worth Thy dear and honored name, Oh! for this last best benison, Which God to us hath given, May plenitude of grace be sent, To fit his soul for Heaven. PRETTY BIRDLING. Little, bird, so blithe and gay, Tell me, pretty birdie, why You have left your home so high, In yon spreading apple tree And are here so close to me. So near I watch the expanding throat, |