Name/Title
Handwritten PoemsEntry/Object ID
2000.FIC.02.383Scope and Content
Poems "The Little Frock and Shoes" and "Suffer Them To Come" handwritten in ink.
The Little Frock and Shoes
by Ben. R. Mitchell
A little frock but slightly worn
Of blue and white disdain,
With edging round the neck and sleeves,
Lay folded neat and plain;
Beside a little pair of shoes
With here and there a flaw,
Lay half concealed among the things
In mothers bureau drawer!
Summer had passed away from earth
With all her sweetest ties,
The birds had left their Summer haunts
For more congenial skies;
The Twilight breezes sweetly played
Among the dews of even_
An angel left his home on high,
To gather flowers for heaven!
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The angel near and nearer came,
Where sister sick did lie;
Then gently fanned fanned her faded cheek,
And pointed to the sky!
The morning shone upon the bed,
The Autumn wind blew free,
The angel moved its silvery wings,
And whispered "Come with me."
We gathered round her dying bed,
With hearts to weep and pray,
And many were the tears we shed,
When sister went away!
No bitter tears had she to weep,
No sin to be forgiven,
But closed her little eyes in sleep,
To open them in heaven!
We laid her in the earths green breast,
Down by the village green,
Where gently weeps the dewy grass,
And Summer flowers are seen;
And often, when dear mother goes
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To get her things to use,
I see her drop a silent tear
On sisters frock and shoes.
"Suffer Them To Come"
by Lillian
Open wide the garden garden gate,
Let the little wanderers in;
Let them now no longer wait,
Though their lives are sorted by sin.
There is no room enough for them
In the perfumed laden bowers,
Room for many a sparkling gem
Mid the gardens living flowers.
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Take them from the sintost flood,
Moon them at the Eden isle,
Sprinkled with atoning blood,
Theirs shall be an angel smile.
Shield then from the worlds stern care,
Guide Their little footsteps right,
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Let them breathe the heavenly air,
Let them see its living light.
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Suffer them to come to Him,
Shepherd of the cherub band;
He can light the valley dim,
Leading from this desert land.
Nurtured with a kindly care,
All the weeds of sin kept down
Golden fruit their lives shall bear
Till they win the sparkling crown.
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And with golden harps in hand,
Gladdening all that blest abode,
They shall shine a star-gemmed band,
In the coronal of God!
Open them the garden gate,
Let the little wanderers in,
See the blessed Savior wait.
Wait to save their souls from sin!
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Early Family Papers: CahoonRelationships
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Person or Organization
Mitchell, Benjamin R.
