Australian Tales - Setis

Gone to Heaven.
A BELOVED friend of mine, was sitting near the couch of his dying
infant, about midnight. It was the second night of his painful vigil, and he
was weary and depressed in body and mind. He had listlessly opened an
illustrated volume of Longfellow's poems, which lay on a table: and just
above an engraving, representing an angel soaring to Heaven with an
infant, were these lines —
“She is not dead — the child of our affection —
But gone unto that school,
Where she no longer needs our poor protection,
And Christ Himself doth rule.”
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At that moment the nurse exclaimed “baby is gone!”