Early the next morning the Lady of Lindorf departed for her castle, accompanied by Sophy.
THE CHILD ANGEL.
“Come, come,” said the bright angel,
In a whisper sweet and low,
“To yonder stream so lonely
Together let us go.”
And the child made haste to follow
The guide she could not see,
For she said, “A sweet child angel
Is whispering to me.”
The morning sun shone brightly
Through the branches overhead,
And summer leaves upon the ground
Their dancing shadows spread.
And still, upon the cool, green earth
The trembling dew-drops lay,
And fell in showers, beneath her touch,
From every leaf and spray.