'Twas whispered one morning in heaven.
How the little white angel, May,
Sat ever beside the portal
Sorrowing all the day.
How she said to the stately warden
He of the golden bar
"0 angel, sweet angel, I pray you,
Let the beautiful gates ajar!
Only a little, I pray you,
Let the beautiful gates ajar."
"I can hear my dear mother there, weeping;
She is lonely; she cannot see
A glimmer of light in the darkness
Since the gates closed after me.
One gleam of the golden splendor.
0 warden. would shine so far."
But the angel whispered, "I dare not
Let the beautiful gates ajar."
Spoke low as he answered, "I- dare not
Let the beautiful gates ajar."
Then up rose Mary, the blessed,
Sweet Mary, the mother of Christ,
Her hand on the hand of the angel
She laid, and her touch sufficed.
Then turned was the key in the portal,
Fell ringing the golden bar;.
And 10! in the little child's fingers
Stood the beautiful gates, ajar!
Yes, 10! in the child's angel fingers,
Stood the heavenly gates ajar.
"And this key for no further using,
To my blessed Son shall be given,"
Said Mary, the mother of Jesus,
Tenderest heart in heaven.
Now never a sad-eyed mother
But may catch the glory afar,
Since safe in the Lord Christ's bosom
Are the keys of the gates ajar.
Safe hid in the dear Christ's bosom
And the gates fo:r;ever ajar.
Helen L. Boshvic
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