Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон)
The Angel’s Kiss
An angel stood beside the bed Where lay the living and the dead. He gave the mother -- her who died -- A kiss that Christ the Crucified Had sent to greet the weary soul When, worn and faint, it reached its goal. He gave the infant kisses twain, One on the breast, one on the brain. ”Go forth into the world,” he said, ”With blessings on your heart and head, ”For God, who ruleth righteously, Hath ordered that to such as be ”From birth deprived of mother’s love, I bring His blessing from above; ”But if the mother’s life he spare Then she is made God’s messenger ”To kiss and pray that heart and brain May go through life without a stain.” The infant moved towards the light, The angel spread his wings in flight. But each man carries to his grave The kisses that in hopes to save The angel or his mother gave.
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