 | Original poems for my children |  |
GOD AND HIS ANGELS EVERYWHERE.
We know that God is everywhere.
We see Him in the changing year,
Above, below, remote, or near.
We see Him in the changing year,
Above, below, remote, or near.
And there His Angels are also;
They ride on all the winds that blow,
And at His bidding come and go.
They ride on all the winds that blow,
And at His bidding come and go.
Unseen by us, that holy band
Speed night and day o'er sea and land,
Or in His presence waiting stand.
Speed night and day o'er sea and land,
Or in His presence waiting stand.
Some wake the morning from repose,
And scent the early Summer-rose,
Or tell the evening when to close.
And scent the early Summer-rose,
Or tell the evening when to close.
They throw grey twilight o'er the hills,
In Spring unloose the frozen rills,
And shake the golden daffodils.
In Spring unloose the frozen rills,
And shake the golden daffodils.
Some sow the dews upon the earth,
Or anthem in the morning's birth,
Teaching the birds their woodland mirth.
Or anthem in the morning's birth,
Teaching the birds their woodland mirth.
They light the stars across the skies,
And tell the lark 't is time to rise,
When they unlock the daisies' eyes.
And tell the lark 't is time to rise,
When they unlock the daisies' eyes.
They scatter cowslips on the dale,
Perfume the lilies of the vale,
And hang the thorn with blossoms pale.
Perfume the lilies of the vale,
And hang the thorn with blossoms pale.
Some twine the branches into bowers,
Others at evening shut the flowers,
And sprinkle them with silver showers.
Others at evening shut the flowers,
And sprinkle them with silver showers.
Some guide the birds across the sea,
Or point out to the belted bee
Where honey-bells wave on the lea.
Or point out to the belted bee
Where honey-bells wave on the lea.
Alighting with half-folded wings,
They bend the buds o'er brooks and springs,
By which the linnet builds, and sings.
They bend the buds o'er brooks and springs,
By which the linnet builds, and sings.
They scatter seeds upon the breeze,
And hang with mellow fruit the trees,
Obeying Him who all things sees,—
And hang with mellow fruit the trees,
Obeying Him who all things sees,—
Keep record of our idle talk,
Are with us when we sleep, or walk:
And ever ready at His call,
To keep a watch o'er great and small.—
God's messengers, who love us all.
Are with us when we sleep, or walk:
And ever ready at His call,
To keep a watch o'er great and small.—
God's messengers, who love us all.
| Original poems for my children | |