EARTH S ANGELS. 20$
Or see them as they leave us
Who walk beside us here, Their angelhood quite hidden,
Because it lives so near.
I can remember angels
Who seemed like common folks, Who wore old-fashioned bonnets
And faded winter cloaks ; Who came when dire disaster
Crowned lesser home mishap, Or younger claimants crowded
The dear maternal lap
With curving arms wide open
To take the weary in, With patient love to listen
To childish want or sin. What better thing could angels
For childish sinners do Than listen to their story
And bid them promise new ?
I think of fireside angels,
Upon whose faded hair There shone no crown of glory,
And yet the crown was there, When tender love, true-hearted,
Forgave the wrongs it knew, And patient voice gave answer
The days of trial through.