THE ANGEL AND THE INFANT
transl., Jane Borthwick or Sarah Findlater
Smiling, a bright-eyed seraph bent
Over an infant's dream;
To view his mirrored form he leant
As in the crystal stream.
|Fair infant, come,| he whispered low,
|And leave the earth with me;
To a bright and happy land we'll go --
This is no home for thee.
|Each sparkling pleasure knows alloy,
Nor cloudless skies are here;
A care there is for every joy,
For every smile a tear.
|The heart that dances free and light
May soon be chained by sorrow;
The sun that sets in calm to-night,
May rise in storm to-morrow.
|Alas! to cloud a brow so fair,
That griefs and pains should rise!
Alas! that this dark world of care
Should dim these laughing eyes!
|To seek a brighter land with me,
Infant, thou wilt not fear;
For piteous Heaven the sad decree
Recalls, that sent thee here.|
It seemed ou him the sweet babe smiled.
His wings the seraph spread:
They're gone -- the angel and the child.
Poor mother! thy son is dead!