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GUARDIAN ANGELS
To Alfred Ferrand.
Safely, across the ocean track,
O Angel of my friend!
Bear him, and swiftly bear him back:
My loss, his exile, end.
With white wings, mighty and unseen,
Be Guardian of him still, as thou hast been.
O Angel of my friend!
Bear him, and swiftly bear him back:
My loss, his exile, end.
With white wings, mighty and unseen,
Be Guardian of him still, as thou hast been.
Make kind to him the Afric sun,
The Afric stars and moon:
Then, when our Mayflower has begun
To prophesy of June;
Give us himself, lest summer be
Sorrow for lack of him: ah, promise me!
The Afric stars and moon:
Then, when our Mayflower has begun
To prophesy of June;
Give us himself, lest summer be
Sorrow for lack of him: ah, promise me!
Thee, O his Angel! mine implores
In tenderness to me:
Far flashing toward those southern shores
Mine Angel pleads with thee,
Saying: My charge is friend to thine:
Guard thou him well, or I have fears for mine.
In tenderness to me:
Far flashing toward those southern shores
Mine Angel pleads with thee,
Saying: My charge is friend to thine:
Guard thou him well, or I have fears for mine.
1894.
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