Footsteps Of Angels

Wlicn tlio honrs of day are uuuiborcd Am! che volees of the night Wake Uil1 beller soul that siumberud, 'i'o a hoiy, ealm dellgkt; Ere the eveiiiiifí lampa tra lijjliti-d, And, iike phantoma grim and tall, SliadOWM from the fltlul flrelijiht Dance ujion ilio parlor wallj Tlien the forma of the departed Enter at the open door; Tlie bnluved, the trae heartéd, Coiue to vlslt me once inore. He, the young and stroni;, who clierished Noble IdDglngs tot the strlfe, By the roadslde feil aod perlslied, Weary wlth the marcli of Ulo. They, the Iioly ones and wcakly, Who the cross of sofferlng bon', Folded tlicir pale hands so meekly, Hpoke witli us on earlli no more. And wlth tli.iiu the belnjr.beauteoos, Wlio unto niy youth was fi'iven, More than all else, to love me - Aml is ïiow a saiut lu lieaveu. A V tli a siow and aolseless (botstép, Comes Hint messenger divine, Takc.K lile vacant chute betiide me, Laye hú' gentle hand Ín mine. And sits :uul uazes at me Wlth those deep aiul tender oyes, Like the stars so still and Saint üke, .Looking dowhward fiom the skies. : ' -cinprelieni.cil, Is the spiriiás volceless prayer, Soft rebukea iji blesslugs eoded, Bréathlng rrom her í;ps ol air. Oh ■ tlioiifíh oft (lepressed and loncly, AM niy tears are laid aside, li I remeiüber only Sucli as ilicse havc lived and died.