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MINISTERING SPIRITS. |
The poetical writings of Elizabeth Oakes Smith | ||
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MINISTERING SPIRITS.
White-winged angels meet the child
On the vestibule of life,
And they offer to his lips
All that cup of mingled strife;
Mingled drops of smiles and tears,
Human hopes, and human fears,
Joy and sorrow, love and wo,
Which the future heart must know.
On the vestibule of life,
And they offer to his lips
All that cup of mingled strife;
Mingled drops of smiles and tears,
Human hopes, and human fears,
Joy and sorrow, love and wo,
Which the future heart must know.
Sad the smile the spirits wear,
Sad the fanning of their wings,
As in their exceeding love
Each a cup of promise brings;
In the coming strife and care,
They have promised to be there;
Bowed by weariness or grief,
They will minister relief.
Sad the fanning of their wings,
As in their exceeding love
Each a cup of promise brings;
In the coming strife and care,
They have promised to be there;
Bowed by weariness or grief,
They will minister relief.
Lady, could the infant look
In that deep and bitter cup,
All its hidden perils know,
Would it quaff life's waters up?
Lady, yes, for in the vase,
Upward beams an angel-face;
Deep and anguished though the sigh,
There is comfort lurking nigh—
Times of joy, and times of wo,
Each an angel-presence know.
In that deep and bitter cup,
All its hidden perils know,
Would it quaff life's waters up?
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Upward beams an angel-face;
Deep and anguished though the sigh,
There is comfort lurking nigh—
Times of joy, and times of wo,
Each an angel-presence know.
The poetical writings of Elizabeth Oakes Smith | ||