~ Shadows of Angels' Wings ~
Oh! what is that radiant glory
That singes the distant west
With crimson, gold, and purple
While sinketh the sun to rest?
My child there are seraphs voices
That blend where that glory springs;
And the lines on the clouds beneath it
May be the shadows of Angels' wings.
See mother, those lines are fading,
O gaze upon the last faint beam,
And I know there's a world beyond them,
And I fain of that world would dream;
And mother, that prayer you taught me,
It still to my memory clings;
Oh! Father above, keep o'er me
The shadows of Angels' wings.
The sun in the west is sinking
Again at the close of day;
The mother is heav'n-ward gazing
But where is the child? away!;
Away, where the seraphs' voices
Still blend whence that glory springs;
Oh! Mother look up, for o'er thee
Are shadows of Angels' wings.
J. E. Carpenter
"Gems of Literature, Art and Music" 1882
  
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