Guardian Angels of Children.
Verily their angels
Ever behold the face
Of our Eternal Father,
Sunned in His full grace.
Yet in the stormless sunshine
They do not love to dwell;
There is no place in heaven
They love half so well
As the lowly chamber
Of a little child;
Dearer to them the breathing
Of his bosom mild
Than are all the pæans
Round about the throne,
Scorning the cold splendour
Of an idle crown.
Love rears her radiant palace
In our shadow-world of fears,
She mourns by our dark ocean
Of tempestuous tears!
