Life’s May Time

ANGELS' VISITS 59 light and knowledge, and for a testimony of the truth. One morning, as this brother was lying in bed, calling upon the Lord for the testimony he so much longed to receive, an angel appeared by his bedside at first awe filled his soul, but the divine ; messenger dissipated his fears, and asked him what he desired. The missionary asked him whether this Church was the true Church; to which the angel answered, "Yes; it is." The dear brother (who is now dead) did not tell us who it was who had that wonderful experience. Without asking him, we know it was he. He was bashful, realized his lack of education,but he was an honest man, earnest in his preaching; he filledan honorable, useful mission, and some time after his return was called to act as bishop in one of our southern settlements. Why the Lord condescended to favor him with an angelic visitation, is more than I can tell; but Brother H. was an earnest seeker after truth he received the knowledge he wanted, and he ; is a witness that Joseph Smith told the truth when proclaiming that an angel visited him; for angels have visited others besides Joseph, as the Lord promised (See Doctrine and Covenants 133:36). No church can claim to be the Church of Christ which denies revelations, or divine manifestations; for God is the same today, yesterday, and forever. Life's May Time (Selected) "How came we there? Why, that I cannot say, Nor who you were, for since the time of May My feet have wandered many a weary mile. Your mouth was merry and your eyes were good, A path came up from nowhere through a wood, And by the hawthorn stood a little stile. "I only know that we were waiting there With petals falling on your hands and hair, And Nature held her breath a little while; Till when the shadows marked the evening hours, The Spring stooped down and kissed the drowsy flowers And I bent down and kissed you by the stile. "Then the shy stars came softly one by one And wondered what the Springs and I had done To make the meadows dimple with a smile. To-night those stars looked strangely down on me, Again I saw the milk-white hawthorn-tree, ^ And 1Spring and you and I met by the stile. May Berkeley.