Child life: a collection of poems . rom heavens enchanting region, Bending their winged way To where the infant lay. They spread their pinions oer it,— That little pearl which shone With lustre all its own, —And then on high they bore it. Where glory has its birth ; — But left the shell on earth. — From the Dutch of IHrh SmUs. HOW THE GATES CAME AJAR. TwAS whispered one morning in heaven How the little child-angel May,In the shade of the great, white portal, Sat sorrowing night and she said to the stately warden — He of the key and bar — 0 angel, sweet angel ! I pray you, Set the beaut
Child life: a collection of poems . rom heavens enchanting region, Bending their winged way To where the infant lay. They spread their pinions oer it,— That little pearl which shone With lustre all its own, —And then on high they bore it. Where glory has its birth ; — But left the shell on earth. — From the Dutch of IHrh SmUs. HOW THE GATES CAME AJAR. TwAS whispered one morning in heaven How the little child-angel May,In the shade of the great, white portal, Sat sorrowing night and she said to the stately warden — He of the key and bar — 0 angel, sweet angel ! I pray you, Set the beautiful gates ajar, —Only a little, I pray you. Set the l>eautiful sates ajar ! I can hear my mother weeping ; She is lonely ; she cannot seeA glimmer of light in the darkness, Where the gates shut after ! turn me the key, sweet angel, INFANCY. 29 The splendor will shine so far !But the warden answered : I dare not Set the beautiful gates ajar,—Spoke low and answered : I dare not Set the beautiful gates ajar I. 30 CHILD LIFE. Then rose up Mary the Blessed, Sweet Mary, Mother of Christ :Her hand on the hand of the angel She laid, and her touch sufficed ;Turned was the key in the portal, Fell ringing the golden bar ;And lo ! in the little childs fingers Stood the beautiful gates ajar !lu the little child-angels fingers Stood the beautiful gates ajar ! And this key, for further using, To my blessed Son shall be given ;Said Mary, Mother of Jesus — Tenderest heart in , never a sad-eyed mother But may catch the glory afar ;Since safe in the Lord Christs bosom, Are the keys of the gates ajar ;Close hid in the dear Christs bosom, And the gates forever ajar ! — From the Italian. OUT OF DOORS OUT OF DOOES. THE CHILDS WORLD. Great, wide, beautiful, wonderful the wonderful water round you curled,And the wonderful grass upon your breast, -»World, you are beautifully drest. The wonderful air is over the wonderful wind is shaking the tree
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