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Mother and son
Spiritist Society of Bordeaux, July 6th, 1862, medium Mr. Ricard
A beautiful baby rested in the cradle
Dressed pink and white; the young mother
Rocked the bed, so little,
Watching over with the eyes of an angel!
Oh! How beautiful you are my dear!
Sleep well, your mom is so near…
When time to wake has come
The first caress and kiss are mine.
Oh God, how beautiful this child is…
Take me instead but my son I cannot miss…
Lord, I beg you, leave my son alone
The little mouth has already mumbled: Mom!
Word so smooth and kind
Like a sunray in the spring.
A lovely word, a sweet harmony
That in our hearts reverberates heavenly!
Ah! When I have you in my arms, in the warmest;
Your heart beating on my breast,
I feel happy as if sharing the feast
Of God’s elected ones.
It is all mine… the child is my dream!
I want to live for her, my life’s gleam.
The vivifying sap of my love
Shall protect this cradle from death, or keep it away thereof…
God, I will soon see him walking
His first trembling steps, vacillating!
Oh! What a happy day! I wait with some
Fear that this day will never come!
And still out of my faith
I see him honored, virtuous and great,
Keeping from his early and timid days
The purity of heart that shall make him happy.
He is so beautiful, my God! If misfortune is
To hit my son please take my life for his!
Keep him under my love, I beg you,
The little mouth has already mumbled: Mom!
He is so cold… the lips colorless!
Wake up, dear son, you seem lifeless!
Come to my heart from where your life streams…
You are so cold… I am all shivers and fear!
Ah! It is all over! Life no more!
I am miserable! I lost the son that I adore!
Merciless God… I am so angry…
You are not just and Almighty!
What has this innocent angel done to you?
Why have you taken him from me so soon?
I now abjure the whole sacred belief…
To your eyes I have also found death…
-o-
“Mom, it is me! The escaping soul…
The Eternal has sent me back to you.
Live no more, Mom, this senseless rage;
Come back to God, I bring you faith!
Kneel before the Lord’s will.
Mom, in a distant time you killed
The very child that you born.
Kneel before his power!
You are now by God punished!
Take this book! It will sooth your pain,
This sacred book contains
The words of the Spirits!
If you read it, mom, with your heart lit
You will one day in heavens
Meet your son again!”
Your guardian angel
Spiritist Society of Bordeaux, July 6th, 1862, medium Mr. Ricard
A beautiful baby rested in the cradle
Dressed pink and white; the young mother
Rocked the bed, so little,
Watching over with the eyes of an angel!
Oh! How beautiful you are my dear!
Sleep well, your mom is so near…
When time to wake has come
The first caress and kiss are mine.
Oh God, how beautiful this child is…
Take me instead but my son I cannot miss…
Lord, I beg you, leave my son alone
The little mouth has already mumbled: Mom!
Word so smooth and kind
Like a sunray in the spring.
A lovely word, a sweet harmony
That in our hearts reverberates heavenly!
Ah! When I have you in my arms, in the warmest;
Your heart beating on my breast,
I feel happy as if sharing the feast
Of God’s elected ones.
It is all mine… the child is my dream!
I want to live for her, my life’s gleam.
The vivifying sap of my love
Shall protect this cradle from death, or keep it away thereof…
God, I will soon see him walking
His first trembling steps, vacillating!
Oh! What a happy day! I wait with some
Fear that this day will never come!
And still out of my faith
I see him honored, virtuous and great,
Keeping from his early and timid days
The purity of heart that shall make him happy.
He is so beautiful, my God! If misfortune is
To hit my son please take my life for his!
Keep him under my love, I beg you,
The little mouth has already mumbled: Mom!
He is so cold… the lips colorless!
Wake up, dear son, you seem lifeless!
Come to my heart from where your life streams…
You are so cold… I am all shivers and fear!
Ah! It is all over! Life no more!
I am miserable! I lost the son that I adore!
Merciless God… I am so angry…
You are not just and Almighty!
What has this innocent angel done to you?
Why have you taken him from me so soon?
I now abjure the whole sacred belief…
To your eyes I have also found death…
-o-
“Mom, it is me! The escaping soul…
The Eternal has sent me back to you.
Live no more, Mom, this senseless rage;
Come back to God, I bring you faith!
Kneel before the Lord’s will.
Mom, in a distant time you killed
The very child that you born.
Kneel before his power!
You are now by God punished!
Take this book! It will sooth your pain,
This sacred book contains
The words of the Spirits!
If you read it, mom, with your heart lit
You will one day in heavens
Meet your son again!”
Your guardian angel