Excerpt from Poems, Vol. 4
Nearly thirty years ago there appeared in the New York Evening Post the following stanzas; My Child's Origin.
One Night, as old Saint Peter slept, He left the door of Heaven ajar, When through, a little angel crept, And came down with a falling star.
One summer, as the blessed beams of morn approached, my blushing bride A wakened from some pleasing dreams, And found that angel by her side.
God grant but this-I ask no more That when he leaves this world of sin, He'll wing his way for that blest shore And find that door of Heaven again.
The lines immediately attracted attention and were copied extensively into the newspaper press throughout the country
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