Poems (Angier)/The Child Seers
THE CHILD-SEERS.Suggested by a Story of Pioneer Life in America.
Angel-guided, angel-guarded, On they press their shining way,Bright the light that gleams above them, Pure their smile as morn's first ray.
Visions clear and well defined, Oft before their mind's eye pass,And they see the fated Future Mirrored forth, as in a glass.
Words prophetic,—intuitions, Mark the child-seer's daily life,'Tis the voice of wisdom warning, Calming sorrow, checking strife.
Spurn them not, these Heaven-sent teachers, Let them bless thee ere they're flown,Gentle mentors, by whose soft hands Precious seeds of truth are sown.
Human flowers of mould celestial, Rare mimosas seem they such,With their lightest tendril trembling At good spirits' slightest touch.
To the poor man's humble dwelling, And to homes of wealth and care,Come these beaming forms of beauty, Like God's angels, unaware.
Not found by Scottish burn alone, On Irish moor, in English glen,But in all climes are child-seers known To cast their sacred spell o'er men.
Links uniting earth to heaven— Things above with things below—Of the child-seer's holy mission This, and this is all we know!