Consolatory Poem by Alfred Gibbs Campbell

Addressed To Abraham M. And Gertrude N. Hutchinson


A circle of happy angels
In the beauteous Spirit-Land,
Have chosen your little darling
As a member of their band;


And have led him into regions
Bright with perpetual day,
Where his soul shall grow in wisdom
And the Father's love alway.


Though your eyes no more behold him,
Though his voice no more you hear,
Though your fond arms shall enfold him
Nevermore in this dark sphere;


Yet yield not your souls to anguish,
But look, with the eye of faith,
To brighter spheres of the spirits
Who have met and conquered Death!


And there shall you see Charles Albert,
O'er-roaming the fields of light,
With his new-found friends, the angels,
Who shall teach him with delight.


His spirit shall sometimes visit
Your souls with message of cheer,
And, with unseen hands, endeavor
To wipe from your eyes the tear.


Not lost! he 's but gone before you,
And his loving spirit waits
To welcome you to the Mansions
Which stand past the Pearly Gates.