To My Guardin Angle
Oh lovely visitant I know naught of your name
Nor how you come or how you go
Like scent like flame I only see your veiled face
And feel your power young fresh as when
You came to grace my natal hour
Your lips twin melodies inspire my lute
Your arms twin rimes hangs boughs of mine
With golden fruit your twin feet guide
Lead down long lanes by winding streams
Where song and speech with silver chains
Are linked with dreams
Life’s natures hour I could not speak or see you
Then deaths natal hour will find me
Weak and blind again
Then fold me in the fellowship of your warm wings
And waft my soul and lute and lips
To Higher Things
Fred
Oh lovely visitant I know naught of your name
Nor how you come or how you go
Like scent like flame I only see your veiled face
And feel your power young fresh as when
You came to grace my natal hour
Your lips twin melodies inspire my lute
Your arms twin rimes hangs boughs of mine
With golden fruit your twin feet guide
Lead down long lanes by winding streams
Where song and speech with silver chains
Are linked with dreams
Life’s natures hour I could not speak or see you
Then deaths natal hour will find me
Weak and blind again
Then fold me in the fellowship of your warm wings
And waft my soul and lute and lips
To Higher Things
Fred
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