Poems (McDonald)/Ministering Spirits
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And do ye still, on wings of love and light,
Oh! heavenly guardians, hover round our way?
To shield from danger creatures of a day,
Do ye abandon realms all fair and bright?
Ye are about our daily paths unseen,
Our darkened eyes your glory may not scan—
Breathe still your sweet monitions unto man,
Ye of celestial form and holy mien.
Still watch above us in our lot of care,
Be infancy to your protection given,
Teach manhood meekly life's sharp ills to bear,
And to the aged, bring sweet dreams of heaven
And be your last employ, at Death's stern nod,
To waft the ransomed spirit back to God.
MINISTERING SPIRITS.
And do ye still, on wings of love and light,
Oh! heavenly guardians, hover round our way?
To shield from danger creatures of a day,
Do ye abandon realms all fair and bright?
Ye are about our daily paths unseen,
Our darkened eyes your glory may not scan—
Breathe still your sweet monitions unto man,
Ye of celestial form and holy mien.
Still watch above us in our lot of care,
Be infancy to your protection given,
Teach manhood meekly life's sharp ills to bear,
And to the aged, bring sweet dreams of heaven
And be your last employ, at Death's stern nod,
To waft the ransomed spirit back to God.