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THE GUARDIAN ANGELS
"Oh, Father! Father! hear me now
And let me rest in peace."
"Now speak, my son, and tell your sin
To give your soul release."
"It was one night a year ago—
Sweet Mary, ease my pain—
I followed far your toiling feet
Within a lonely lane.
"The red gold for the old and poor
You had beneath your gown,
I hid within a darksome place
Where I could strike you down."
Now Father John he smiled and leant
In pity by the bed,
"I did disarm you by my prayer,
I thank the Lord," he said.
"I went in fear upon my path
I knew some danger lay,
And lone I knelt upon the road
A little while to pray."
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