﻿158 PICTORIAL MISCELLANY. 



Dialogue between Lily and Mary about the Angela 



BY MARY FORRESTER. 



Mary. 



SISTER Lily, can you tell 

 Where the holy angels dwell ? 

 Is it very, very far, 



Up above the moon and star 1 







Lily. 



Holy angels, sister dear, 

 Dwell with little children here ; 

 Every night and every day 

 With the good they love to stay. 



Mary. 



Yet I never see them come, 

 Never Iftiow when they go homo, 

 Never hear them speak to me, 

 Sister dear, how can it be? 



Lily. 



Mary, did you never hear 

 Something whisper in your ear, 

 " Don't be naughty, never cry, 

 God is looking from the sky?" 



Mary. 



Yes, indeed ; and it must be 

 That 's the way they speak to me ; 

 These are just the words they say, 

 Many times in every day. 



Lily. 



And they kindly watch us, too, 

 When the flowers are wet with dew ; 

 When we ? re tired , and go to sleep, 

 Angels then, our slumbers keep. 



