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the child and its angel-playmate.
"Hark to their plaintive spirit-strain!
'Let us go home!'again—again
It rises soft—that sad refrain!
My playmate! stay for me
It clasps my hand! It warbles low—
'Let us go home!' I go—I go!
My pinions play—with heavenly glow—
My mother—I am free!"
'Let us go home!'again—again
It rises soft—that sad refrain!
My playmate! stay for me
It clasps my hand! It warbles low—
'Let us go home!' I go—I go!
My pinions play—with heavenly glow—
My mother—I am free!"
The fair child lay upon her breasts
As if in its accustom'd rests
A slumbering dove within its nest.
But well the mother knew
That never more that pure blue eye
To hers would speak the soul's reply;
"She is not dead—she could not die!
My child in heaven! adieu!"
As if in its accustom'd rests
A slumbering dove within its nest.
But well the mother knew
That never more that pure blue eye
To hers would speak the soul's reply;
"She is not dead—she could not die!
My child in heaven! adieu!"
