Watching some fruit that hang
ripening there.
Two anxious angels were watching
above:
One gazing in hatred, the other
in love;
One clothed in black, the other
in white.
The child never dreamed that the
angels were there.
He just longed for the fruit so
rich and so rare.
How I should like that big apple
so red,
But I cannot forget what my dear
mother said,
That doing the things I’m
forbidden to do
Would make m unhappy and grieve
her heart, too.
“Take it,” the dark angel
whispered, “and eat it.
It is not very often you get such
a treat.
There is no one to see you and no
one to tell.”
So up went a hand, it could reach
the fruit well.
But the child paused a moment and
said as he smiled,
“I’ll not be a thief, I’ll be a
good child.”
The rustling sound stirred the soft
summer air.
One angel was gone but the other
was still there.
The angel of darkness had taken
its flight.
The child was alone with the
angel of light.
In this little story we plainly
can see,
An everyday lesson for you and
me;
We can conquer temptations the
angel of night,
If we listen to conscience the
angel of light.
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