198 TELL ME, MOTHER.
An amulet by a fairy blest,
A drifted plume from an angel s wing.
��TELL ME, MOTHER.
" "PELL me over, mother dear,
1 How Benny looked when he was here ; 1 might not know, and pass him by, Looking along the purple sky.
1 Among the harps with golden strings, Behind the angels great white wings, Beside the Lamb or by the gate, Think you that little Ben will wait ?
"I never saw him, don t you know? He lived and died so long ago, Before I came. How old was he ? And is he waiting there for me?"
"Tell, you, my darling? If I may For tears that, choking, fight their way Tears for the angel safe at rest, Tears for the angel on my breast.
"Fragile and white, with mournful eyes, A tender mouth and brow too wise ; Soft rippling wealth of cloudy gold, In curl and wavelet, softly rolled