GRANDMA'S ANGEL.
MAMMA said: "Little one, go and see
If grandmother's ready to come to tea."
I knew I mustn't disturb her, so
I stepped as gently along, tiptoe,
And stood a moment to take a peep—
And there was grandmother fast asleep!
I knew it was time for her to wake;
I thought I'd give her a little shake,
Or tap at her door, or softly call;
But I hadn't the heart for that at all—
She looked so sweet and so quiet there,
Lying back in her high arm-chair,
With her dear white hair, and a little smile,
That means she's loving you all the while.
I didn't make a speck of a noise;
I knew she was dreaming of little boys
And girls who lived with her long ago,
And had afterward died—she told me so.
I went up close, and I didn't speak
One word, but I gave her on her cheek
The softest bit of a little kiss,
Just in a whisper, and then said this:
"Grandmother, dear, it's time for tea."
She opened her eyes and looked at me,
And said, "Why, pet, I have just now dreamed
Of a little angel who came and seemed
To kiss me lovingly on my face."
She pointed right at the very place!
I never told her t'was only me;
I took her hand, and we went to tea.
Sydney Dayre.