THE SICK CHILD.

New Zealand Spectator and Cook's Strait Guardian, Volume II, Issue 118, 16 September 1846, Page 3

THE SICK CHILD.

"He shall give his angels charge over the*, to keep thee in all thy wayi."— P*. 91. In a chamber, faintly crying "With its mother o'er it sighing, Lay a baby pale and wan'; Ever turning— restless turning — Much she dreaded fever burning, Sickness slow or sickness hasting, Cough, convulsion, ague wasting. Bitter tears there fell upon The pale face of her little son. TJae evening chimes had ceased their ringing, And the even song was' singing In the old kirk grey with years ; Through the air sweet words came welling — Words of peace, unto that dwelling ; Hymus they sang, how angels shielded Those who ne'er to sin had yielded : — And her pale face lost its fears — That lonely mother dried her tears. In her arms the babe soon stumber'd ; That little son whose days seem'd number'd ; Smiled upon his mother sleeping. The Lord indeed had sorely tried her, But his angel knelt beside her ; Heavenly breezes cool'd the fever Of her child — He shall not leave her 1 And this mother ceased her weeping. — Redgrave.