Jane Borthwick (trans.) · 24 of 79

Smiling, a bright-eyed seraph bent

THE ANGEL AND THE INFANT

Smiling, a bright-eyed seraph bent Over an infant's dream; To view his mirrored form he leant As in the crystal stream.

"Fair infant, come," he whispered low, "And leave the earth with me; To a bright and happy land we'll go-- This is no home for thee.

"Each sparkling pleasure knows alloy, Nor cloudless skies are here; A care there is for every joy, For every smile a tear.

"The heart that dances free and light May soon be chained by sorrow; The sun that sets in calm to-night, May rise in storm to-morrow.

"Alas! to cloud a brow so fair, That griefs and pains should rise! Alas! that this dark world of care Should dim these laughing eyes!

"To seek a brighter land with me, Infant, thou wilt not fear; For piteous Heaven the sad decree Recalls, that sent thee here."

It seemed ou him the sweet babe smiled. His wings the seraph spread: They're gone--the angel and the child. Poor mother! thy son is dead!