MIZPAH.

NZ Truth, Issue 67, 29 September 1906, Page 6

MIZPAH.

An angel, radiant aiyl'. bright, Is watching over me, . Who hovers near me day and night, And guards me tenderly ; She guides my fee.t " o'er the rough stones, And whispers low ito me. Her hair falls all about her face In golden, rippling flood, And melts into "the aureole God gives to His beloved— Around her head a wreath of stars To guide me whom she loved. Her eyes, like two clear pools mostdeap, „ G-aze ever into mine, ' . And looking; there she seems to see — Not ravages of time— Nor want— 'nor care— but something there ' • That makes her own eyes shine. Her folded wings are 'quiv'rine still f As some bird stopped m flight, To gaze upon the one it loves, Her' hands are clasp^ed tight ; With parted lips she looks at me, And round her falls the light. From the bless'd heights of heaven she turns And stoopinn- leans to me, With hands stretched out and yearn- ••' - ing eyes . '• That never seem to see Aueht but my wondroiis love for her, And her great love for me; . • And standing thus she ever waits •• Unto eternity. ■ —Anita Stewart (m the "Metropoli- ■-■"■■ l.tan"), ' P