Our Little Ones In Heaven by Walter AimwellOur Little Ones In Heaven by Walter Aimwell

Our Little Ones In Heaven

byWalter Aimwell

Paperback | May 14, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1875 Excerpt: ...Of joys and of pleasures that never will cease. D. Hardy, Jr. LITTLE GRAVES. There 's many an empty cradle, There's many a vacant bed, There 's many a lonely bosom, Whose joy and light are fled; For thick in awry graveyard The little hillocks lie--And every hillock represents An angel in the sky. SAFE FOR EVERMORE. Our beauteous child we laid amidst the silence of the dead, We heaped the earth and spread the turf above the cherub head; We turned again to sunny life, to other ties as dear, And the world has thought us comforted, when we have dried the tear. O we have one, and only one, secure in sacred trust, It is the lone and lovely one that's sleeping in the dust; We fold it in our arms again, we see it by our side, In the helplessness of innocence which sin has never tried. All earthly trust, all mortal years, however light they fly, But darken on the glowing cheek, and dim the eagle eye; But there, our bright, unwithering flower--our spirit's hoarded store--We keep through every chance and change, the same for evermore. MY CHILD. I Cannot make him dead! His fair sunshiny head Is ever bounding round my study chair; Yet, when my eyes, now dim With tears, I turn to him, The vision vanishes--he is not there! I walk my parlor floor, And through the open door I hear a footfall on the chamber stair; I 'm stepping toward the hall, To give the boy a call; And then bethink me that--he is not there! I tread the crowded street; A satchell'd lad I meet, With the same beaming eyes and colored hair; And, as he's running by, Follow him with my eye, Scarcely believing that--he is not there! I know his face is hid Under the coffin-lid; Closed are his eyes; cold is his forehead fair: My hand that marble felt; O'er it in prayer I knelt; Yet my heart whispers that--he is no...
Title:Our Little Ones In HeavenFormat:PaperbackDimensions:44 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.09 inPublished:May 14, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217525237

ISBN - 13:9780217525237