THE "GUARDIAN ANGEL."
TO MISS E. C.—COMPOSED ON A BLANK LEAF OF HER "PALEY," DURING RECITATION.
I'm thy guardian angel, sweet maid, and I rest
In mine own chosen temple, thy innocent breast;
At midnight I steal from my sacred retreat,
When the chords of thy heart in soft unison beat.
In mine own chosen temple, thy innocent breast;
At midnight I steal from my sacred retreat,
When the chords of thy heart in soft unison beat.
When thy bright eye is closed, when thy dark tresses flow
In beautiful wreaths o'er thy pillow of snow,
O then I watch o'er thee, all pure as thou art,
And listen to music which steals from thy heart.
In beautiful wreaths o'er thy pillow of snow,
O then I watch o'er thee, all pure as thou art,
And listen to music which steals from thy heart.
Thy smile is the sunshine which gladdens my soul,
My tempest the clouds which around thee may roll;
I feast my light form on thy rapture-breathed sighs,
And drink at the fount of those beautiful eyes.
My tempest the clouds which around thee may roll;
I feast my light form on thy rapture-breathed sighs,
And drink at the fount of those beautiful eyes.
The thoughts of thy heart are recorded by me;.
There are some which, half breathed, half acknowledged by thee,
Steal sweetly and silently o'er thy pure breast,
Just ruffling its calmness, then murmuring to rest.
There are some which, half breathed, half acknowledged by thee,
Steal sweetly and silently o'er thy pure breast,
Just ruffling its calmness, then murmuring to rest.
Like a breeze o'er the lake, when it breathlessly lies,
With its own mimic mountains, and star-spangled skies,
With its own mimic mountains, and star-spangled skies,
