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The guardian angels - Friends in heaven

The guardian angels – Friends in heaven

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It was evening. The sun had sunk behind the distant hill-tops, and the sombre shades of night were fast gathering round the snowy couch of a little sufferer. A careful hand had folded aside the muslin shade, and the faint light of evening rested on the pale, sweet face of little Alice. Her eyes were closed in troubled sleep. Frightful dreams seemed passing through her infant mind, and low, sad murmurs escaped her unclosed lips ; while the deep sigh or gentle groan oft indicated sudden pain. One little arm was thrown across her pillow, half buried in the thickly clustering folds of shining hair that had escaped from its gauzy case.

All was still., No noise, no sound, save the low moan of little Alice, was heard within. Busy feet, on tip-toe, came and went, friends looked grief, yet spoke not, but the tears that coursed each other quickly down the mother’s pale, wan cheek, as she stood almost breathless, bending over her suffering child, too plainly told her anxious sorrow.

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Learn about The guardian angels – Friends in heaven :

It was evening. The sun had sunk behind the distant hill-tops, and the sombre shades of night were fast gathering round the snowy couch of a little sufferer. A careful hand had folded aside the muslin shade, and the faint light of evening rested on the pale, sweet face of little Alice. Her eyes were closed in troubled sleep. Frightful dreams seemed passing through her infant mind, and low, sad murmurs escaped her unclosed lips ; while the deep sigh or gentle groan oft indicated sudden pain. One little arm was thrown across her pillow, half buried in the thickly clustering folds of shining hair that had escaped from its gauzy case.

All was still., No noise, no sound, save the low moan of little Alice, was heard within. Busy feet, on tip-toe, came and went, friends looked grief, yet spoke not, but the tears that coursed each other quickly down the mother’s pale, wan cheek, as she stood almost breathless, bending over her suffering child, too plainly told her anxious sorrow.

At length the lids slowly unclosed, and the soft, blue eyes rested upon her mother. She smiled, oh, that smile ! The first for many, many long weeks ! Then the mother wept tears of joy, as she thought that her child, her only one, might still live to be her solace in after years. Alas! fond parent, thy hope is vain ! Even now the guardian angel waits to take her to Him who gave her thee.

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