Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 172, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 19 July 1912 — The Fairies. [ARTICLE]

The Fairies.

When the shadows of the evening Change the daylight into night, And the golden arrows of sunset, Have lost their power of flight, When I sit and see the beauty, Of the early evening haze, That reflects God’s love and mercy, And the-glory of His ways, When my soul is filled with prayer; As the daylight leaves the sky, And all nature seems to worship The only .God on high, Then a troupe of heavenly fairies Comes to visit me each night, And recount the wondrous beauties Of a land of living light. And among these lovely fairies, Is a child so wondrous fair That I want each night to see her As the sunlight leaves the air, For I know she’ll come to see me, And in sweet embrace Will tell me that she loves me And lay her little face Upon my withered forehead And drive away despair, That fills her Father’s being, As the sunlight fills the air. Men say I am old and foolish That my child has been dead for years, That I cover her grave with flowers And water their roots with tears, But I know they are all in error Fqr'she comes to me each night With 1 a bevey of heavenly beings, All robed in a mist of white, And sometimes, in these visions, I for a moment see The beautiful face of a God-like man, Who walked In Galilee, And see her kneeling at His feet l And hear her pray for me That I may learn the way of life And be from sin set free.

And so I sit and ponder And each phantom fairy trace While the, sunbeams and the shadows Are busy weaving lace, ““ That will' decorate these angels When they walk upon the earth And chant the joyous message Of the wondrous second birth. And so 1 bless tbe fairies y I. That come to me each night In robes of wondrous beauty And crowns of starry light And I hear their echoing footfalls And their phantom forms I trace While the sunshine and the shadows Are busy weaving lace. A. D. BABCOCK. July 17toh, 1912.