THE THREE ANGEL VISITANTS.
Father, dear father, a young child said,
As she stole one night to his lonely bed;
Father, Oh come to my room with me,
And three beautiful angels there you'll see.
But my gentle mother's eye grew dim
As she said, "Let her stay and comfort him;
To both but a few months of sorrow are given.
We'll then have them, Willie, with us in heaven.
Yes, yes, all in heaven, yes, yes, all in heaven."
Just now, as I lay with half-closed eyes,
I heard a sweet song from the sparkling skies;
And as I was wondering what it could mean,
Mother, Mary and Willie came gliding in.-Chorus.
They hovered around my little bed,
And each laid a hand on my aching head;
The tears from my eye-lids fell like pearls,
But they wiped them away with my loosened curls.-Chorus.
I'll tell you, dear father, why I cried,
'Twas because with them we had not died;
I thought when they'd gone, how lonely 'twould be,
To live all alone here-just you and me.-Chorus.
"'Tis a dream, a dream, my precious child,
Your aching head made your fancy wild;"
A dream, oh, no, that could not be.
For dreams do not come and talk with me.-Chorus.
And they did talk, for sister Mary said;
Her spirit was blest, though her body was dead;
And she said that but once the flowers should die,
And I'd find my home in her own bright sky.-Chorus.
And little Willie, as he stood there,
With his mild blue eyes and shining hair,
Lisped amid smiles I yet can see"Come, little sister, go home with me. " -Chorus,