LINES WRITTEN FOR A LITTLE GIRL BY AN EPISCOPAL CLERGYMAN.
Do ANGELS minister to me--
Can such a wonder ever be?
Oh, sure they are too great;
Too glorious with their raiment white,
And wings so beautiful and bright,
Upon a child to wait.
Yet so it is in truth, I know,
For Jesus Christ has told us so,
And that to them is given
The loving task to guard with care
And keep from every evil snare
The chosen ones of heaven.
And so if I am good and mild,
And try to be a holy child,
My angel will rejoice;
And sound his golden harp to Him
Who dwells among the cherubim,
And praise Him with his voice.
But if I sin against the Lord,
By evil thought or evil word,
Or do a wicked thing;
Ah! then what will my angel say?
Oh, he will turn his face away,
And vail it with his wing.
Then let us pray to Him who sends
His angels down to be our friends,
That, strengthened by his grace,
I may not prove a wandering sheep,
Nor ever make my angel weep,
Nor hide his glorious face.
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Original.
A TEMPTATION AND ITS CONSEQUENCES.
Not long since, in one of the cities on the Atlantic seaboard, there was
a lad employed in a large jewelry establishment. A part of his duty was
to carry letters to the post-office, or to the mail-bag on the boat,
when too late to be mailed in the regular way.
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