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IS THERE ROOM IN ANGEL LJNQF A LESSON FOB. MOTHERS. These lines were written after hearing the following touching incident related by a minister :—A mother who was preparing some flour to make into left it for a moment, when little Mary, with childish curiosity to see what it was, took hold of the dish, when it fell to the ground, spilling the contents. The mother struck the child a severe blow, saying with anger that she was always in the way. Two weeks after little Mary sickened and died. On her deathbed, while delirous, she asked her mother if there would be room for her among the angels. " I was always in your way, mother; you had no room for little Mary! And will Ibe in the angels' way ? Will they have room for me ? " The broken-hearted mother then felt no sacrifice too great could she have saved the child. Is there room among the angels For the spirit of your child ? Will they take your little Mary In their loving arms so mild ? Will they ever love me fondly, As my story books have said ? Will they find a home for Mary— Mary numbered with the dead P Tell me truly, darling mother, Is there room for such as me P Will I gain the home of spirits, And the shining angels see P. I have sorely tried you, mother — Been to you a constant care, And you will not miss me, mother, When I dwell amongst the fair ; For you have no room for Mary— She was ever in your way, And she fears the good will shun her ; Will they P dariing mother say. Tell me —tell me truly—mother, Ere life's closing hour doth come, Do you think that thny will keep me In the shining angels' room P I was not so wayward, mother— Not so very, very bad— But that tender love would nourish, And make Mary's heart so glad ! Oh ! I yearned for pure affection, la this world of bitter woe; And I long for bliss immortal, In the land where I must go. Tell me once again, dear mother, Ere you take the parting kiss, Will the augels bid me welcome To that land of perfect bliss P

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Hawke's Bay Times, Volume 18, Issue 1095, 16 August 1871, Page 2

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378

Select Poetry. Hawke's Bay Times, Volume 18, Issue 1095, 16 August 1871, Page 2

Select Poetry. Hawke's Bay Times, Volume 18, Issue 1095, 16 August 1871, Page 2

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