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“ And now from highest heaven
He doth look down each day,
And hears what thou dost say!”
Thus spoke his tender mother;
And on an evening bright,
'Mid clouds of crimson light,
Again the boy was playing,
And earnestly said he, 6. O beautiful child Jesus,
Come down and play with me!
“I will find thee flowers the fairest,
And weave for thee a crown;
If thou wilt but come down!
"O holy, holy Mother,
Put him down from off thy knee; For in these silent meadows
There are none to play with me!"
Thus spoke the boy so lovely,
The while his mother heard,
But spoke to him no word.
That self-same night she dreamed
A lovely dream of joy;
playing with the boy.
. And for the fruits and flowers
Which thou hast brought to me, Rich blessing shall be given
A thousand-fold to thee!
“For in the fields of heaven
Thou shalt roam with me at will, And of bright fruits celestial
Thou shalt have, dear child, thy fill!"
Thus tenderly and kindly
The fair child Jesus spoke ; And, full of careful musings,
The anxious mother woke.
And thus it was accomplished:
In a short month and a day, That lovely boy, so gentle,
Upon his deathbed lay.
And thus he spoke in dying:
"O mother dear, I see The beautiful child Jesus
A coming down to me!
« And in his hand he beareth
Bright flowers as white as snow, And red and juicy strawberries,
Dear mother, let me go!”
He died - but that fond mother
Her sorrow did restrain,
And she asked him not again!
THE BROKEN DOLL.
THE BROKEN DOLL.Miss Lamh.
An infant is a selfish sprite;
He laughs, and thinks it a fine joke,
Reproof a parent's province is;
Only perchance for half a day,
IN a stage-coach, where late I chanced to be,
A little, quiet girl my notice caught;
Her mind seemed busy on some childish thought.
1, with an old man's courtesy, addressed
The child, and called her pretty, dark-eyed maid, And bid her turn those pretty eyes, and see The wide-extended prospect.
“Sir,” she said,
“ I cannot see the prospect, — I am blind.”
Never did tongue of child utter a sound So mournful as her words fell on my ear.
Her mother then related how she found
Her child was sightless. On a fine, bright day, ,
She saw her lay her needlework aside, And, as on such occasions mothers will,
For leaving off her work began to chide.
"I'll do it when 't is day-light, if you please;
I cannot work, mamma, now it is night.”
And yet her eyes received no ray of light.
The loud wind roared, the rain fell fast,
The white man shall our pity share;
The storm is o'er, the tempest past,
Go, white man, go; but with thee bear