THE GUARDIAN ANGEL.
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I stretch my light pinions around thee when sleeping
To guard thee from spirits of sorrow and weeping.
To guard thee from spirits of sorrow and weeping.
I breathe o'er thy slumbers sweet dreams of delight,
Till you wake but to sigh for the visions of night.
Then remember, wherever your pathway may lie,
Be it clouded with sorrow, or brilliant with joy,
My spirit shall watch thee, wherever thou art,
My incense shall rise from the throne of thy heart.
Farewell! for the shadows of evening are fled,
And the young rays of morning are wreathed round my head.
Till you wake but to sigh for the visions of night.
Then remember, wherever your pathway may lie,
Be it clouded with sorrow, or brilliant with joy,
My spirit shall watch thee, wherever thou art,
My incense shall rise from the throne of thy heart.
Farewell! for the shadows of evening are fled,
And the young rays of morning are wreathed round my head.
