LINKS WITH HEAVEN. BY ADELAIDE A. PROCTER. UR God in Heaven, from that holy place, 0° To each of us an Angel guide has given; But Mothers of dead children have more grace, For they give Angels to their God and Heaven. How can a Mother's heart feel cold or weary, Who knows her treasure sheltered from the storm? How can she sin? Our hearts may be unheeding, But can a mother hear her dead child pleading, Those little hands stretched down to draw her ever :- we all Nearer to God by mother love: Are blind and weak, yet surely she can never, She knows that when the mighty Angels raise Is hers forever, that one little praise, We may not see her sacred crown of honor, One whom they left nestled at Mary's feet, The children's place in Heaven, who softly sings A little chant to please them, slow and sweet, Or smiling strokes their little folded wings; Or gives them Her white lilies or Her beads And asks Her why their mother stays so long. Then our dear Queen makes answer she will call Ah, Saints in Heaven may pray with earnest will |