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A child’s Dream Of A Star by Charles Dickens- Child story

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There lived a child who thought about several things. He had a sister who was his constant companion. These two used to wonder all day long. They wondered at the beauty of flowers, they asked at the goodness and the power of God, who made the lovely world they used to say to one another, sometimes supposing all the children upon the earth were to die, would the flowers and the water and the sky be sorry? There was one bright shining star and used to come out in the air before the rest, near the church spire above the graves .and every night they watched for it, standing hand in hand at a window. And when they were turning round to sleep, they used to say, ‘God bless the star ‘But while she was very young, the sister drooped, and came to be so weak that she could no longer stand in the window, at night. She often used to say, ‘God bless my brother and the star ‘, And soon the child looked out alone, and there was .no face on the bed, and when there was a little grave, the star made long rays down towards him as he saw it through his tears. The boy dreamed that lying where he was; he saw a train of people taken up that sparkling road by angles. All these angles, who were waiting, turned their beaming eyes upon the people who were carried up into the star, kissed them tenderly and went away with them down avenues of light. But many angels did not go with them and among them one he knew. His sister’s angel lingered near the entrance of the star and said to the leader ‘Does my brother come?”O sister, I am here, Take me ‘There was a baby born to be a brother to the child, and while he was so little that he never had spoken word, he stretched his tiny form out on his bed and died.
Again the child dreamed of the opened star. His sister angel said to the leader, ‘Is my brother come ?’And he said ,’Not that one, but another ‘He grew to be a young man and was busy at his books when an old servant came to him and informed, ‘Thy mother is no more, and I bring her blessing on her darling son .darling son . Again at night, he saw the star, ‘Is my brother come? Asked the sister angel. And he said ,’Thy mother ‘And he cried ,’O mother, sister and brother, I am here Take me ”Not yet ‘,they answered He grew to be a man who had been the child saw his daughter newly lost to him, a celestial creature among those three and he said, my daughter’s head is on my sister’s bosom, and her arm is around my mother’s neck, and at her feet there is the baby of old-time, and I can bear the parting from her, God be praised ‘.Thus the child came to be an older man, and his face was wrinkled, .and his steps slow and feeble. And one night as he lay upon his bed, his children standing round, he cried .’ I see the star ‘They whispered one another, ‘He is dying ‘He said, ‘I am. My age is falling from me like a garment, and I move towards the star as a child .and I thank thee that it has so often opened to receive those dear ones who await me’ And the star was shining and it shines upon his grave.

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