GUARDIAN ANGELS.
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In the dying light of sunset Passed they from that mountain heightTo that far-off Land of Beauty Where there never cometh night.
Ah! how oft when Life-gates open Comes a guardian angel bright,Comes to lead the spirit onward Through the shadows and the light,—Comes to cheer and guide and guard it, Never fainting by the way,Never, never, never leaves it, If the guarded do not say,Not in words, perchance, but actions, "I go elsewhere: do not stay."On the guardian angel's spirit Awful weights of sorrow fall,While the guided hand unclasping, Sadly murm'ring, "Lost is all."But whenever loved and trusted, Happy, happy is the soulLed by such celestial guidance Onward to the spirit's goal.
Guardian angels! how they love us With a love that cannot tire,Glowing in those holy beings With a pure seraphic fire.
