Angels' Songs from the Golden City of the Blessed

"Angels' Songs from the Golden City of the Blessed" is a collection of poems published in 1918 by the Canadian poetess Edythe Morahan de Lauzon, who wrote this in her foreword:

:The Verses and Writings in this Book have been given to me by inspiration from the Spiritual World, and come instantaneously in different ways -- sometimes my hand is guided rapidly in the writing -- sometimes a great light seems to shine around me and I hear strains of music and Voices, as of Angel Choirs, singing the words, which I write down; and other times the Visions appear before me, and I hear the Voices.

One of the poems she received in this way was "Zeppelin Raids":

:ZEPPELIN RAIDS

:A little home in England : Held so much peace and joy, :For a mother's love did ever guard : Her bright-eyed winsome boy-- :A little lad, whose four short years : Were spent upon this earth, :In baby prattle, fond and sweet, : And wide-eyed childish mirth.

:And as each night he prayed : To Lord God on His Throne, :He would clasp his dimpled fingers, : And whisper, "Jesus, bless my home! :And dear Jesus, bless my Daddy, : He's a soldier-man far away, :He's gone to fight for Mother, : And he told me to always pray :And ask You to bless every one, : And all the people across the sea-- :'Cause Daddy says they've little girls, : And little boys just like!"

:But as the child was praying, : And the Angels stood listening by-- :A Zeppelin stealthily glided : Through the calm, clear English sky, :And hurled a treacherous bomb-- : Which crushed the child's fair head-- :And in the stricken mother's arms : Her beautiful boy lay dead! :And she would sit and gaze for hours, : In agony dumb and wild, :And kiss a lock of his golden hair-- : All that she had of her child!

:Another home in England, : With its climbing roses sweet, :And its rooms which echoed always : With the tramp of children's feet. :A hearthfire blazing cheerily, : And a mother kind and fair, :Who would gather her children around her, : And offer to God a prayer.

:For the Husband who was fighting : For his Country, that no more :Should Germany ever threaten : His own loved British shore. :And the Zeppelin stealthily glided : Through the calm, peaceful air, :And dropped a bomb on the little home-- : And killed the mother at prayer! :The children screamed in terror, : And the neighbors came at their cry-- :But the mother's body was shattered-- : She had gone to God on high!

:And every day the Children : Would wander far and wide, :And call in grief for their Mother-- : They longed to be at her side! :And in letters which they wrote daily, : They childishly would say-- :"Dear God, won't you give us our Mother? : She was killed--so you took her away!" :And they would gaze up at the cloudless sky, : And whisper, "Mother might be there today! :She'd come, if she knew how lonesome we are, : With no one to kiss our tears away!"

:A Hospital of wounded, : Where the sick and dying lay, :Who turned and twisted in their pain, : And suffered from day to day. :And the Zeppelin stealthily glided : Through the calm, peaceful sky, :And dropped great bombs on the helpless-- : Ere they could utter a cry! :The tortured mangled bodies : Lay quivering in their pain-- :Till the Angels took their Spirits : To God's Land--where Love does reign!

:And the Zeppelin stealthily hurried : From the just British ire, :And returned unto their [sic] Fatherland-- : Where they plotted new murders dire. :And they were hailed as heroes : And was given an Iron Cross, :And thirsted new laurels to seek!

:But God has His Day of Reckoning, : Each deed appears on Life's Book-- :The Iron Cross will not avail them, : When on the Great Judge they look! :For the poor helpless ones murdered, : With no chance their lives to save, :Shall stand and accuse them at the Throne-- : In the Judgment beyond the Grave!