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XLVI
GUARDIAN ANGELS
The myriad Angel hosts, whose glance
The things unseen surveys,
Each o'er the heart he has in charge
Bends down with loving gaze.
The things unseen surveys,
Each o'er the heart he has in charge
Bends down with loving gaze.
He may not break the natural bar
That veils the world above:
As summer breeze on summer corn,
The soul he sways with love.
That veils the world above:
As summer breeze on summer corn,
The soul he sways with love.
Invisible guardians at our side,—
When Satan's smiles allure,
Man's ear and eye, sin's treacherous gates,
'Gainst sin they hold secure.
When Satan's smiles allure,
Man's ear and eye, sin's treacherous gates,
'Gainst sin they hold secure.
They guide the vagrant tongue aright,
They check our heedless mirth;
With comfort the weak-hearted stay,
The fallen lift from earth.
They check our heedless mirth;
With comfort the weak-hearted stay,
The fallen lift from earth.
Ah! Yet the lucent Birds of God,
These star-crown'd sinless Powers,
Sharp pangs of human grief must pierce,
E'en in their heavenly bowers:
These star-crown'd sinless Powers,
Sharp pangs of human grief must pierce,
E'en in their heavenly bowers:
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The frailty of entrusted souls;
The children driven astray;
The pitfalls lurking round mankind;
The maidens cast away:—
The children driven astray;
The pitfalls lurking round mankind;
The maidens cast away:—
O they must veil their Angel eyes
From earth's dark hell of shame!
The perjured lips, the blood-mark'd hands,
The sins without a name!
From earth's dark hell of shame!
The perjured lips, the blood-mark'd hands,
The sins without a name!
‘Lord Jesus, to Thy fold,’ they cry,
‘Restore Thine erring sheep;’
And weep Love's pitying tears for us,
Because we do not weep.
‘Restore Thine erring sheep;’
And weep Love's pitying tears for us,
Because we do not weep.
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