The guardian angel

Poor men, in a world in convulsion, With prayer dry your tears, And fear not the roaring thunder, Near you are the holy angels.

God is so good. God your Father Has always wished to give you all A little angel who does not fail In the effort to protect you.

Listen to our friendly voice.

Oh! To see you full of joy;

And after the pain that lashes you To carry you worthily to heaven!

Could you but smile to see us In the first steps of your childhood, Your eyes, mortals, in our eyes could read Our sorrow at seeing you in evil bonds! But listen: We must teach you The secret, in good, of your integration, For to you also it shall come To be, one day, a guardian angel.

Yes, when your trial ends God will receive your refined Spirit, And will send you, on Earth, to a new soul, A fair child-to-be to whom you will be brought. Love it well, and may your assistance Give the poor little one each day The maternal companionship of its guardian angel; In your turn, guide with patience Your ward and brother to the dwelling of the heavens. Signed, Dulcis.

Observation. – This passage and another, of a certain length and no less remarkable, entitled: The Child and the Atheist, which we will include in the next issue, were published in the Echo of Sétif (Algeria), of July 31, 1862, preceded by the following note: “One of our subscribers sent us the two poems that follow, received by a medium of Constantine, in the first days of this month. Even without considering them free of criticism, from the point of view of the rules of versification, we reproduce them because they explain, at least in part, the Spiritist Doctrine, which tends to spread more and more over the whole surface of the globe.” This medium seems to have the specialty of poetry. He has already received a great number of verses, which he writes with incredible facility, without any erasure, although he has no notion of the rules of versification. We saw one of the members of the Society of Constantine, in whose presence they were written.