HOW AN ANGEL LOOKS.
Robin, holding his mother’s hand, Says ‘ Good night ’ to the big folks all, Throws some kisses from rosy lips, Laughs with glee through the lighted hall, Then in his own crib, warm and deep, Rob is tucked for a long night’s sleep.
Gentle mother with fond caress Slips her hand through his soft brown hair, Thinks of his fortune all unknown,
Speaks aloud in an earnest prayer, ‘ Holy angels keep watch and ward, God’s good angels my baby guaid !’
‘ Mamma, what is an. angel like ?’ Asked the boy in a wondering tone ; ‘ How will they look if they coins here, ‘ Watching me while I’m all alone?’ Half with shrinking and fear spoke he : Answered the mother tenderly : —
‘ Prettiest faces ever were known, • Kindest voices and sweetest eyes,’ Robin, waiting for nothing more, Cried with a look of pleased surprise, Love and trust in his eyes of blue, ‘ I know, mamma, they’re just like you !’
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume VII, Issue 11, 14 March 1891, Page 19
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158HOW AN ANGEL LOOKS. New Zealand Graphic, Volume VII, Issue 11, 14 March 1891, Page 19
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