. Stories for children : A book for all little girls and boys . uard and help thee. And when thou art very good,In our arms we 11 take thee,And, while sinning thankful sono-s, * CJ CD O * Up to heaven well bear thee. Then the angels told him how he mustwatch the flowers, and listen to the birds, 68 THE CHILDS DREAM. — and they would teach him to te good;but that he must pray often and heartily,or else they could not stay with they sang once more about heaven —and how he would go there too; and theykissed him on the forehead, softly andgently, like the touch of a flower. Thenthe flower
. Stories for children : A book for all little girls and boys . uard and help thee. And when thou art very good,In our arms we 11 take thee,And, while sinning thankful sono-s, * CJ CD O * Up to heaven well bear thee. Then the angels told him how he mustwatch the flowers, and listen to the birds, 68 THE CHILDS DREAM. — and they would teach him to te good;but that he must pray often and heartily,or else they could not stay with they sang once more about heaven —and how he would go there too; and theykissed him on the forehead, softly andgently, like the touch of a flower. Thenthe flowers awoke him, — and now he hadtold them what he had been dreaming. And the flowers wept too at the lovelydream of the beautiful child; and theytouched him with their bells as the angel?kissed him, and showered upon him dew-drops, till his golden hair sparkled withthe liquid diamonds. Then the child feltstrong and hopeful; — and kneeling clownamong the flowers, he prayed that he mightbe good and pure, so that the angels wouldtake him soon to his CHILDHOOD. My heart leaps up when I beheld A rainbow in the sky ;So was it when my life began,So is it now I am a man, So let it be when I grovr old, Or let me die. Wordsworth* angel tliat takes care of the tender lainbs and sprinkles dew uponthe flowers in the still night, takecare of thee, dear child, and let no evil coineto thy tender years. Fair child! when Igaze into thy soft blue eyes my childhood re-turns, like a bright vision, and I think of thetime, long since past, when every sight and 72 CHILDHOOD. every sound in nature gave to me suchsweet delight, and all was so fair and beauti-ful. I fancy I hear thy gentle voice breath-ing forth thy oy, in sweet and happy words,such as little ch^ ^.ren are wont to use whenthey first begin to look up into the bluesky, to gaze upon the rainbow, or at theBright, fleecy clouds that float over them von. The bright sun, the moon, and thestars — the murmuring rivulet — the bro
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