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Hawke's Bay Times, Volume 7, Issue 338, 4 January 1866, Page 1

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A MOTHER'S 'WAKING. <3JLL night the dews in silence wept, < S' And through the pane the moon's pale beams Played on the floor in silver streams. While by my side my baby slept. So soft, so sweet the midnight stole. It stilled the breezes on the lea. And hashed the murmur of the sea, And hushed, the strife within my soul; And silenced all the questions wild That come between our faith and God, And bad me lie beneath the rod Calmly, as lay the sleeping child. Then slumber on my eyelids pressed, And dimmed the moonbeam silver clear. And hid the sound 1 loved to hear. The breathing of the babe at rest; Till o’er the sea in rosy light The flush of morning slowly crept. And whispering breezes softly swept The silent shadows of the night. Then wrapped in dreamland far away I saw the angels come and go. And flutter of their white wings show like ocean bird at dusk of day. They came and looked within my eyes With their sweet eyes so pure and truet And sang low songs all strange and new. The music of the eternal skies. But, waking, lo! a cherub smiled. Heaven in his soft eyes azure deep. And radient from his rosy sleep An angel half, and half a child. And little hands were touching me, And tiny rills of laughter broke From lips that kissed me as I woke, And called my name in baby glee. And all the vision heavenward swept Lost in the gold and crimson sky, Their farewell whispers floating by; One angel in my arms 1 kept. * F. M. Muebat,