Sunlight at Last.

Waikato Times, Volume X, Issue 570, 15 January 1876, Page 1 (Supplement)

Sunlight at Last.

Why did this woman live ? ad life one charm for her? Perhaps she asked hereelf these questions as she sat with her face in her hands and looked out upon the cold, cheerless day. There were no tears in her great black eyes — only such a look of woe and despair, that the world should have been there to see it and to have it painted on their hearts. 1 Mother !'

A little wasted form on the wi etched bed— a bony hand on the ragged qntlt —a voice which told of hunger and pain and weary waiting. She bent over him, and for a moment a mother's love shone in her eyes, and her wrinkled hand rested on hia pale face with such tenderness as only a mother has.

'Lift me up and let me see the sunshine,' he whispered, trying x& put his arms around her neck. ' There is no sunshine/ she whispered in reply, a sob in her throat. ' Kiss me, mother, and call cc when the sunlight comes again,' he said. She knew that he had been dying for a week — sinking slowly and surely into eternity, but she had no friends to calJ in— she could only weep over him and pray God that she might soon follow. With a gasp and a sob she pressed her lips to his forehead, Iheu turned away to struggle with her despair and her great sorrow. The cloudy, cheerless day faded into dusk. She roused herself for a moment and peered tbiough the jrlonm to -cc if her hoy still slept, and then '-lie whispered with her thoughts again. nd such thoughts ! When the darkness covered the bare floor ns with a mantle, and when she c<>uld no longer see her own pjverty, I he boy suddenly cried out: 'Mother! mother! Ihe sunlight has come !J! J ' Not yet, dear not yet ' It is night now ' ' but I see the sun — it lights all the room — it blazes into my face 1 he called. 'There is no sun — it is cold and dark !' she sobbed. ' And it grows brighter ' and T hear such sweet music ! and I see Jittle ' ommy !' he whispered, while thipkuh the darkness she saw hia white face grow radiant. 'You are dreaming!' she solib'd 'It was such a bright sun ! The music is so sweet!' he whirred, clasping her hand. 'It is dark —it is night !' she ga pod, but he did not hear. lhe sunlight had truly come 1 ut it was the sunlight — the golden rays reflected from the gates of heaven — and not the sunlight of earth. ThtT" mysterious curtain hiding the v<ille> of death had lifted for his spirit to pa«s ander, and woe had been left behind. And of her? the shadows of night ask the river. V* hen they found his little dead body she was not there. They cannot find her If she is dead God did not judge her hu^hly . — Detroit Free Press.

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