The Angel"WHENEVER a good child dies, an angel of God comes down
from heaven, takes the dead child in his arms, spreads out his
great white wings, and flies with him over all the places which the
child had loved during his life. Then he gathers a large handful of
flowers, which he carries up to the Almighty, that they may bloom
more brightly in heaven than they do on earth. And the Almighty
presses the flowers to His heart, but He kisses the flower that
pleases Him best, and it receives a voice, and is able to join the
song of the chorus of bliss."
These words were spoken by an angel of God, as he carried
a dead child up to heaven, and the child listened as if in a dream.
Then they passed over well-known spots, where the little one had
often played, and through beaut