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frances.
Frances.
The Angel of Death, as he pass'd thro' town
Unseen, unheard, in the quiet night
Entered a chamber, and there looked down
On two sleeping cherubs—a lovely sight;—
And smiling, stooped o'er the innocent things
And folded one in his shining wings.
Unseen, unheard, in the quiet night
Entered a chamber, and there looked down
On two sleeping cherubs—a lovely sight;—
And smiling, stooped o'er the innocent things
And folded one in his shining wings.
Then, noiselessly, as he entered in,
Forth from that rifled nest he stole,
Bearing away from this world of sin
The baby's little stainless soul;
Back again to the Lord who had given—
The Angel sped on his way to heaven.
Forth from that rifled nest he stole,
Bearing away from this world of sin
The baby's little stainless soul;
Back again to the Lord who had given—
The Angel sped on his way to heaven.
And down below the hours sped on—
While side by side the sleepers lay—
The slumbering, and the "silent" one,
The living form, and lifeless clay.
One little sister in peaceful rest,
One little soul in the land of blest.
While side by side the sleepers lay—
The slumbering, and the "silent" one,
The living form, and lifeless clay.
One little sister in peaceful rest,
One little soul in the land of blest.
Alas! for the mother, whose goodnight kiss
Was baby's last, only, farewell;
Alas! for the father, whose arms will miss
The little daughter he loved so well!
But what of the babe who has gone away?
"Is it well with the child?" Faith answers "Yea!"
Was baby's last, only, farewell;
Alas! for the father, whose arms will miss
The little daughter he loved so well!
But what of the babe who has gone away?
"Is it well with the child?" Faith answers "Yea!"
