ELLEN. A TRUE STORY. She looked into my eyes, Her own were filled with tears;-- A loving and a thoughtful child, Disturbed by dreamy fears. She said--"Oh! mother dear! I dread that I shall die Too soon, and go to heaven alone, And leave you here to cry!" "My darling! if you do, You will be always blest; The angels there will play with you, And lull you, love, to rest!" "Oh, no! it may be bright, A pleasant place and fair; But how can I be glad, and play? I'll have no mother there! " "My Ellen! if you stay In this sad world of ours, You'll often weep woe's bitter tears Above its fairest flowers!" "Dear mother! yet I'd stay; For oh! so much I love you, I'd rather grieve with you , on earth, Than joy, in heaven, above you!" Child praying in front of Bible.

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