On The Birth Of Their Little Daughter

The marriage over, from the train Of watching seraphs, one long strain Of gratulation broke. And then were still the rustling wings, And fingers hushed the throbbing strings, While thus an angel spoke:

“Who’ll go to earth to bless this pair With angel child, beneath their care Be trained for bliss or woe?” He ceased, and from the throng sprang three, Faith, Love, and spotless Purity. These knelt, and said “We’ll go.”

Dear cousins, to you these are sent, Three spirits in one being blent. It is a jewel rare. Oh! keep her pure as when first given, Guide her faith from Earth to Heaven, Guard her love with care.

May, 1867.

THE DEVIL OUTDONE;

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