My Child's Origin

My Child's Origin

DENIES THE SOFT IMPEACHMENT

One of our native poets, tickeled at a little circumstance that happened in his family, in a sentimental fit rushed into print with it, and attempted to father it upon the carelessness of St. Peter but that custodian, it will be seen, denies the soft impeachment. The two "jims" are passing among the current literature of the day:

MY CHILD'S ORIGIN

One night as old St. Peter slept,

He left the door of Heaven ajar,

When though a little angel crept,

And came down with a falling star.

One summer, as the blessed beams

Of morn approached my blushing bride.

Awakening from som pleasant dreams,

And found that angel by her side.

God grant but this—I ask no more,

That when he leaves this world of sin,

He'll wing his way to that blessed shore,

And find the door of Heaven again.

Unattributed

1:7, p. 4

9.14.1861