AN ANGEL stood beside the bed Where lay the living and the dead.
He gave the mother — her who died —
Had sent to greet the weary soul
He gave the infant kisses twain,
“Go forth into the world,” he said,
“For God, who ruleth righteously,
“From birth deprived of mother’s love,
“But if the mother’s life He spare
“To kiss and pray that heart and brain
The infant moved towards the light,
But each man carries to his grave |