Angel Help.

“ This rare tablet doth include1
                        
                        Poverty with sanctitude.2
                        
                        Past midnight this poor maid hath spun,3
                        
                        And yet the work is not half done,4
                        
                        Which must supply from earnings scant5
                        
                        A feeble bed-rid parent’s want.6
                        
                        Her sleep-charged eyes exemption ask,7
                        
                        And holy hands take up the task ;8
                        
                        Unseen the rock and spindle ply,9
                        
                        And do her earthly drudgery.10
                        
                        Sleep, saintly poor one, sleep, sleep on ;11
                        
                        And, waking, find thy labours done.12
                        
                        Perchance she knows it by her dreams ;13
                        
                        Her eye hath caught the golden gleams,14
                        
                        Angelic presence testifying,15
                        
                        That round her every where are flying ;16
                        
                        Ostents from which she may presume,17
                        
                        That much of Heaven is in the room.18
                        
                        Skirting her own bright hair they run,19
                        
                        And to the sunny add more sun :20
                        
                        Now on that aged face they fix,21
                        
                        Streaming from the crucifix ;22
                        
                        The flesh-clogg’d spirit disabusing,23
                        
                        Death-disarming sleeps infusing,24
                        
                        Prelibations, foretastes high,25
                        
                        And equal thoughts to live or die.26
                        
                        Gardener bright from Eden’s bower,27
                        
                        Tend with care that lily flower ;28
                        
                        To its leaves and root infuse29
                        
                        Heaven’s sunshine, Heaven’s dews,30
                        
                        ’Tis a type, and ’tis a pledge,31
                        
                        Of a crowning privilege.32
                        
                        Careful as that lily flower,33
                        
                        This maid must keep her precious dower ;34
                        
                        Live a sainted maid, or die35
                        
                        Martyr to virginity.”36